by Hope Ford
“No, I need you, Evan. Tonight. Please?”
I know it sounds like I’m begging him, but I don’t care.
“Sierra...”
I release his hand and wrap my arms around his neck. It’s the first time I’ve made the first move, but I don’t care. Not anymore. I’m still scared. Scared that this won’t last, scared I’m going to get hurt, but I’m even more scared at the thought I won’t ever have this chance again. The need to have him—tonight—is strong, and I don’t want to resist it.
“Please, Evan. I want you to be my first.”
He groans. “Fuck, baby.” His hips buck underneath me. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
I grip his shoulders. “But it’s true. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve always thought you would be my first.”
His jaw is tense. “Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be tonight. I can be your first tomorrow, or the next day. I don’t want to take advantage.”
I untangle my arms and legs from him and stand up. He’s already seen me almost naked, and maybe it’s everything I’ve experienced tonight, but I’m not even self-conscious or nervous. I pull down my shorts and then pull the hem of my shirt over my head. I reach behind me and undo my bra and let it fall from my arms to the floor. Taking a deep breath, I put a finger in each side of my panties and pull them down, kicking them to the side. I’m naked, and he’s staring at me. His eyes burn a path down my body and up again. His eyes have gone three shades darker, and he’s not even trying to hide the desire on his face. He stands up, and the rough texture of his jeans scratch across my thighs he’s so close. “This won’t just be tonight, Sierra. Once with you will not be enough. A hundred, fuck a thousand times won’t be enough.”
I put my hand in his and pull him to the bedroom. We walk in unison, and as soon as we get beside the bed, he’s stripping his clothes off. His manhood is hard, poking straight out, and I want to drop to my knees to get a closer look. But I can’t. He’s got his arms around me, laying me back on the bed before I can get my hands on him.
Evan
She’s perfection. She’s laid back, her legs spread, and her pussy is already glistening for me. I lick my lips, knowing that tonight I’m going to taste every inch of her. My hands slide up the inside of her legs, pushing them wider, opening her up for me.
I knead her soft thighs with my hands and look up at her. “I don’t have any protection with me.”
Even though that’s the case, I can still make sure we both get off.
“Are you clean?”
I nod. It’s been a long time for me, and I’ve been tested since. “Yeah, I’m clean.”
She nods, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, pulling me closer to her. My cock is hard, jutting out between my legs between us, and it rubs right across her mound. She lifts her hips to meet me, and I groan.
“What about babies?” I ask her, and the thought of her round with my baby doesn’t scare me in the least.
But she’s shaking her head. ‘It’s not the right time.”
I don’t even try to hide my disappointment or question what I’m thinking. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and stroke it through her wet, swollen folds. She moans when I hit her clit, and so I stay there, circling her bundle of nerves. I need to make this good for her, but I also need to last. I pull my hips back and lean down to put my tongue on her clit. Her hips gyrate underneath me, and I suckle her until she’s moaning my name. She’s responsive to every touch, every lick, every command, and I know it’s going to be explosive when I finally get inside her.
She moves her hips back and forth, her hands gripping my hair, and only seconds go by before she’s tense and an orgasm rages through her. Kissing up her body, I lick and taste her, circling her nipples as she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock finds her wet, needy core, and I slide along her swollen lips.
“Please, Evan. I need you. I need this.”
Unable to resist her, I angle my hips and slide into her slowly. She’s gripping me tightly, but I push on.
“Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me.”
She unclenches her eyes and is staring up at me in shock. I know as soon as I’m about to take her virginity from her, and in one fluid motion, I push through and don’t stop until I’ve bottomed out inside her. We both moan, loud and low. Fuck it feels good.
When her hips start to move, I start to thrust in and out of her. Her orgasm from earlier has left her feeling sensitive, and she’s pulsating all around me. “I need to come.”
She nods and groans as I plow back into her, harder.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I can pull out.”
Her legs tighten around me. “Don’t. I want to feel it all. Give this to me, please Evan.”
Her asking me for my cum is my undoing. “Come with me, baby.”
And I come as she bears down on me, sucking me in and not letting me go. “Yes,” I groan.
I pull out and climb off the bed backwards. Walking into the bathroom, I’m already regretting what I’ve done. I clean up and then walk out to her and help her do the same. “I’m sorry,” I tell her with shame.
She pulls the sheet up to cover her body. “Sorry for what?”
She looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and I sit down on the bed next to her. My stupid cock isn’t cooperating because already I’m getting hard again. “I’m sorry, I was so rough. I was quick.”
She snorts and then covers her face. “I came. Twice, Evan. I mean, were you going for a record or something?”
I shake my head. “I just wanted it to be good for you.”
She pulls me to lie down with her and lays her head on my chest. “It was good. But don’t worry. We have all night if you’re wanting to make it up to me.”
I can feel her smiling on my chest, and I run my hands up and down her bare back. I was right. One time will not be enough with her. I’m thinking forever won’t be either.
Epilogue
Sierra
One Month Later
For the past month, I’ve been waking up in Evan McCarthy’s arms. I wanted one night and the one night turned into a week… then a month. We’re together all the time except for when we’re at work, and even though the stalker had been caught, Evan still drives me to work each day and picks me up. And then most nights, he stays at my house with me. We’ve gotten closer and closer, and I’ve loved it, but there’s something weighing on the back of my mind. Like this is just too good to last.
I’m at the house since it was a half day for me and Evan dropped me off so he could go to a doctor’s appointment. When my phone rings, I answer it without looking at the caller ID. “Hello.”
“Hello. May I speak to Evan McCarthy, please?”
I pull the phone back and look at it and then put it to my ear again. “Uh, no I’m sorry he isn’t here. May I ask who’s calling?” Whoever it is sounds pretty official.
“Yes. This is Commander Jamison. I got your number from Evan’s brother when I called his office. He thought Evan might be there. Can you please tell him I’m trying to track him down and have him call me?”
I’m nodding into the phone, and my stomach sinks at the same time. “Yes. I’ll tell him.”
The phone clicks in my ear, and I walk over to the couch and drop into it.
I don’t know how much time passes, and Evan walks into my house, whistling.
He spots me and stops, and I try to hide the pain on my face. He drops down in front of me. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “What did the doctor say?”
His smile when he first walked in lessens a little but he still tells me, “All my tests were good. They said I’ll be able to return to all normal activities soon.”
I smile, but I know it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I want him well. I hate the pain he’s gone through with the vertigo, but I also don’t want him to leave. “That’s so great, Evan. I’m so happy for you.”
His arms tighten around me. “What is it?”
“No—"
But before I can get “nothing” out, he interrupts me. “Don’t say nothing. There’s something wrong. Tell me.”
I pull away and stand up, sliding around him to put some distance between us. “Nothing is wrong. Oh yeah, your commander called. He wants you to call him back.”
He’s quiet for a minute, and I start to walk out of the room, but he follows me. I think I can hold it together until he puts his hands on my shoulders to stop me. It’s then that the floodgates open, and tears are pouring down my face.
I turn in his arms and plaster myself to him. I can’t imagine losing him. Not now. And knowing he’s okay, that he can return to all his duties, I know he’s probably going to leave me.
He lets me cry, and when I start to calm down, he just holds me tighter. “Tell me what it is. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
“It’s nothing. I’m happy you’re okay. I’m happy you can go back to your duties....” I trail off, and that’s when it clicks.
“You think I’m going back to the Army?”
I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to even say it out loud.
He pulls back enough to look at me. He takes the pad of his thumb and wipes the tears off my cheeks. “Baby, a month and a half ago, I would have gone back in an instant, but now, knowing you, feeling what we have together, I won’t leave you. I can’t.”
“But you love the Army. That’s what you’ve always wanted to do.”
He shakes his head. “And I did it. I served my country, and I did it with pride. But I love you, Sierra. I won’t leave you. I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you and I won’t.”
“You love me?” I ask in shock.
“Fuck, isn’t it obvious? I’m obsessed with you.”
Elation and guilt build at the same time. “But I don’t want to hold you back.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “You would never hold me back. It’s my decision. I have vertigo, yes, the symptoms are less, and I can resume working out and running, but I’m not cleared for duty. I’m here to stay, Sierra. I want to build a life with you.”
I kiss his chest, right over his heart and whisper up to him with emotion thick in my voice. “I’d like that too. I love you, Evan.”
Evan
She doesn’t even know. She has no clue that my life starts and ends with her. She has become my everything in such a short amount of time. We may not have gotten together in high school, but now, it’s like perfect timing because we fit together perfectly. “I love you more,” I tell her before lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom. I’m insatiable when it comes to her. I can’t get enough.
I slide my hands down the front of her shorts, and she’s already soaked for me. I strip us both from the waist down because I have to have her and can’t wait another second.
She slides her hips back. “We can’t. Not without anything. Not unless you want a little Evan popping out in nine months.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as my hips thrust against her.
I kiss her, fitting my body between her legs, my cock already leaking precum. Just the thought of getting her pregnant is enough to make me come right now. “I’m fine with that.”
Her eyes grow wide. “Evan!”
I shrug and slide my cock along her slit, begging for entrance. “What? I am. We’re going to get married and have babies anyway.”
“Evan...”
I grab my cock and stroke it along her clit. “It’s up to you, baby. I can stop if you want me to.”
She moans, and I leak more cum, our juices mixing together. “Don’t you dare stop, Evan McCarthy.”
I plunge into her hot depths and fuck, it feels like home. “I won’t, baby. I’ll never stop.”
Epilogue 2
Violet
I’m a genius, if I do say so myself. I’m looking around my little diner, and seeing the couples in the room all happy and enjoying their life makes me smile. I’ve helped the majority of them get together, and I swear I should open a matchmaking company. I could make a killing.
Evan and Sierra are sitting in the corner, and they can’t keep their hands off each other. I’m sure there’s going to be an announcement soon about upcoming nuptials, and I’m sure I’ll get to be a bridesmaid... again.
Without thinking about it, I put my hand in the front pocket of my jeans and run my fingers across the smooth metal ring that I carry there every day. It’s great seeing all the people of Whiskey Run finding love, it really is. But there’s a part of me that is bothered that I’ll never have that. I won’t ever go to sleep in my husband’s arms or wake up with him next to me. No, as a matter of fact, I probably won’t even be married much longer.
I turn and wipe down the counter, not wanting Sierra to see me upset. She knows a little about things. Well, she at least knows I’m married, but I never told her the details. I couldn’t. I am so embarrassed; I feel my face heat just thinking about it.
The bell over the door chimes, and I turn with a smile plastered to my face, ready to welcome the newcomer. But instantly my smile drops because in walks Josh Chambers, the running back for the Jasper Eagles. I drop the cloth in my hand, and all the blood drains from my face. I grip the edge of the counter to try and stay upright.
He looks around the diner before his gaze finally lands on mine. There’s a hush in the diner. Everyone knows who he is. He’s a football legend. The youngest player to ever had made it to the big game and score the winning touchdown. Little Tommy, who’s in one of the booths, rushes toward him. “Mr. Chambers, can I have your autograph?”
Tommy’s mom is behind him with a pen and napkin, and Josh takes it, signing his name but never taking his eyes off me. I’m about to bolt. I know it, and I’m sure he does too. He smiles for the kid, pats him on the head, and walks toward me.
“Hello, Mrs. Chambers.”
I wince when he calls me by my married name. I look around the diner, and sure enough everyone is hanging on every word.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him and then hold my breath. He must have finally received the copy of the divorce papers. But that doesn’t explain why he’s here. All he had to do is sign them and send them back. I put that in the note.
He cages me in, one hand on each side of me. “Why do you think I’m here?” he asks softly. His tone doesn’t match his stance. He’s rigid, and I can almost feel the electricity raging through his body. It was the same way the night I met him. Just being next to him is like being next to a live wire.
I shrug, not answering him.
There’s a hush in the diner, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is going to be spread all over Whiskey Run before sunrise. Everyone in town will know about legend Josh Chambers being in the diner to talk to me. But that’s the least of my problems.
I reach out to put my hands at his waist and pull back instantly. I was going to push him away, but I know I can’t touch him. I know what happens when I do.
“Is everything okay, Violet?”
I look over Josh’s shoulder, and Sierra and Evan are standing behind him. Josh grabs my hand and turns to face them. “Yeah, everything is fine. I just came to talk to my wife.”
There’s a gasp in the restaurant, and everyone is obviously shocked. But not Sierra—no, she’s looking at me with a smug look on her face. She may not have known the whole story, but she saw the marriage certificate; she knew who I was married to. Evan steps in front of Sierra, no doubt able to feel the waves of testosterone coming off Josh. I swear I wouldn’t be surprised if he took out a full-page ad in the Whiskey Run Gazette telling everyone I am his wife. I mean, he might as well for how he’s acting.
I step around him. “Evan, I’m fine. Thanks.” And then I turn back to Josh. “I sent you
the divorce papers. All you had to do was sign them and send them back. That’s it.”
He grunts, and coming from him, it’s more like a growl. I’ve seen three hundred pound men scared of him but not me. No, I’m not scared in the least. At least not physically.
It’s like I can hear his jaw cracking when he says, “I’m not signing the damn papers.”
I blink. Once, then again. “What do you mean you’re not signing the papers? That’s the only way to end the marriage.”
He wraps his big hand around my neck and pulls me in close. “I’m not signing the papers because you’re my wife... and I’m keeping you.”
I shake my head. “What did you just say?”
He repeats himself, and I heard him right the first time, but he enunciates each word. “Because. You’re. My. Wife. And. I’m. Keeping. You.”
And without any warning at all, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is equivalent to every explicit dream I’ve had since the night I married him. I have no control when he looks at me, touches me, or kisses me, and even months later, it still remains the same. The man can kiss like nobody’s business.
He plays dirty. I know this about him. He seduced me at his house in Jasper months ago. He’s made grown men cry on the football field. He’s tough and gruff and never loses, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t like my letter asking for a divorce. But surely, he’ll come to his senses. He’s a famous football player who’s in his prime. I’m a diner owner from a small town who’s six years older than him. Surely, he’ll realize I’m not what he wants, not what he needs.
I wrench my lips from his, and I’m breathing heavily as if I’ve been running a race instead of kissing my husband.
