“It’s three a.m.; you have to sleep more.”
“Baby, tomorrow night, I’ll be on a plane. If my body needs rest, it’ll be after I walk through your door.”
“Tomorrow night?!?” I squeal excitedly.
“Connie may fuck with everyone else’s plans, but that bitch doesn’t get shit from me. All the adults and Maya shifted their travel plans to take a later flight on Thursday. It was easy to move my plans up.”
“Did Pierce give in into Connie?”
“No, Darby had a solution. Darby is the only person on this earth able to calm Pierce down and make him listen. Since Connie’s fake problem was Maya missing math, Darby called Maya’s teacher and arranged for Maya to meet with her after school the next two days, complete her assignments, and even go half a day on Thursday. Pierce took that shit straight to Connie and already contacted his lawyer. He played her at her own game because now she’s fucked. Pierce’s lawyer keeps an open file on Connie’s bitch-filled antics. He’ll be sending a message to her lawyer with no specific terms, but it creates paperwork. Paperwork means billable hours, which will invoice directly to Connie. Not to mention Pierce is adding in the cost of the ticket change fees.”
“Darby is brilliant.”
“She is. She’s also a new mom and pregnant again. Today set her over the edge, and when I got to her house, she was barely hanging on. My sister went through hell partly because of Connie, and Pierce isn’t happy.”
“I hate it happened.”
“Me too, but in a way, it worked out in my favor. If things go well, you’ll see me in the lobby after your show. If not, I’ll meet you at your place.”
Excitement ripples through my system. “That is awesome.”
“Yeah, and fortunately for me, Ryanne is gone. I’ve got three weeks to make up for.”
The excitement shoots straight to my core, and a faint moan purrs from my throat.
“Hell, I know that sound.”
“Three weeks is a long time.”
“I know that, too. But the way you left here, I’d hoped you were good for a bit.”
“I was fine,” I lie. It took me days to recover from my last night in Charleston. We didn’t explore my adventurous side in one of the guest rooms. But when we got home, Evin didn’t hold back. My bikini didn’t survive, my dress was shredded, and at one point, I blacked out for a few seconds. He was ruthless, losing all control, and I loved every second.
The next day, I was weak, limp, and exhausted. Every muscle in my body ached and burned, but it was worth it.
“Good the next day? I need to up my game.”
I’m not sure I’ll survive if he ups his game, but it will be fun to try. “Yep.”
“Baby, you are full of shit, but I’ll enjoy testing your limits. Especially fucking you in that bed for the first time.”
“Can’t wait,” I whisper in a raspy tone, my body turned on.
“That right there is why I’m leaving all this drama behind and getting my ass on a plane. Not sure how I went from pissed as hell to hard as steel. Fucking addicted.”
“Love you.” A giddy-gooey warmth slides through me.
“I love you, too. Now, I’m headed to the shower to take care of this problem that only fucking teenage boys should have.”
We hang up and I tuck my pillow close, completely wired.
This weekend will be epic. Next week, I’m going to hopefully set up a second home for Evin and me when he’s here.
Out of nowhere, the date July twenty-ninth pops into my head. Tasha’s birthday. I haven’t forgotten that date in forever. Karen and Marco’s birthdays rarely pop in my head. But I never forget Tasha.
Maybe it’s because she demanded over-the-top parties and gifts. Maybe it’s because she was always ecstatic to leave behind the weeks we were the same age. Whatever the reason, my brain reminds me, and I light lavender incense to clear the negativity. This year, it didn’t occur to me.
Maybe I should have lit that incense.
Chapter 21
Evin
“Now,” I demand, threading my fingers through her hair and pressing on her scalp.
She shakes her head, rising to her knees, licking around the tip before swallowing so deep my cock hits the back of her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, get up here.”
“Hmmm.” Her moan vibrates, and my hips reflexively surge upward.
She grins, her eyes dancing with excitement, and speeds up, increasing her suction at the same time. She expertly works me, bobbing up and down, stroking the base in rhythm to her mouth.
A fiery knot coils low in my stomach as sparks burn through my veins. I grind my teeth, clenching my jaw tight. She’s testing me, seeing how far she can go before my control snaps.
After the night Poppy gave me her virginity, my body became accustomed to having her all the time. Three weeks missing her with nothing but my hand has my dick ready to go. Especially remembering the way she let loose the night of our party.
She said she wanted wild, and when we got home, she followed through. Outside of this, it was the best blowjob in my life.
“Baby, you want me to blow down your throat, we’ll do it with you on my face. Right now, I want to be inside you.”
Her eyes flicker with defiance before she drops her head and all I can see are waves of colorful hair spilled out on my stomach. Her fingers wrap around my balls, rolling them gently. She’s got me where she wants me, powerless as she works my cock.
“Oh, shit,” I growl, knowing this is it. My restraint shatters. I knife up, releasing her head and sliding my hand between her thighs, hoping she’s ready. The instant I pinch her clit, she groans, and I take advantage, hauling her up. “Get on me,” I demand and she links her arms and legs around me, positioning herself and drops, taking me in one thrust.
“God, yes!” She throws her head back, arching in an invitation to take her nipple in my mouth. It doesn’t matter we spent the last ten hours making up for lost time. Seeing my marks all over her in the morning light, the familiar sense of possession scores through me.
“So fucking wet, did you wake up like this baby?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “I wanted you.”
“You fell asleep less than two hours ago with me inside you.”
“Wanted more…”
I gather her hair, pulling lightly to hold her head back and run my lips up her chest and the column of her neck, then back down the other side to suck her nipple back in my mouth. “You woke up wanting my dick in your mouth?”
She whimpers her answer, grinding down.
“Did you taste us?”
“Harder.”
I ram up, driving into her harder and faster, tugging her hair tighter.
“All day today and tonight, until I can get you back to our room, I want you to feel me inside you.”
“God, yes.” She pivots her hips, shoving forward.
“Swear to God, baby, got you deeper than ever right now. You feel it.”
She clenches, her muscles tightening like a vice, and I hiss, unable to stop the knot from uncoiling. “Get there, Poppy. Come for me.”
Her head shakes back and forth. “More.”