“There’s a bed. That’s all that matters right now,” she says when she goes over and crawls up on top of the sheets, then lies down on her side with her head on one of the pillows.
I take my boots off and then hang my cut up in the closet before removing my jeans and tee. Then, I turn off the light and slide under the covers in my boxer briefs. I keep my hands to myself even though I’m dying to touch Evelyn again. Today was big for her and I want to make sure to give her plenty of space and time.
After a few minutes, Ev shifts in the bed. I feel a breeze when she lifts the covers and climbs under them with me. She shuffles closer until she’s pressed against the front of my body.
“Thank you,” she whispers before I feel the brush of her damp lips on my throat. “I thought you would’ve forgotten about me within a few weeks after that night…”
“I could never forget you,” I tell her. “And I wanted to reach out to you sooner, but I had to stick to the long-term plan.”
“I know,” she says.
“I’m sorry it took so long.”
“Long?” Ev repeats. “It wasn’t that long. Eight years is a lot longer than two.”
I take it that she means the years we were best friends, before she left and married Lowell.
“Will you miss anything about him?” I can’t help but ask.
She’s silent for several seconds longer than I expected before she says, “No.”
And because we were friends for eight years, I know she’s lying. I don’t press her for specifics because I doubt that I will like her response. She’s here with me now, and that is all that matters.
“I would take my clothes off and let you fuck me, but I’m too tired to do the first thing,” she says.
“That’s okay. I’m exhausted too,” I tell her with a chuckle as I wrap my arm around her to hold her closer. Part of me is thrilled that she used the word fuck over make love, like the night we were first together. I hope that means that she sees me differently than the innocent boy I was. I’ve changed, and I know she has too. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I’m looking forward to spending years with Ev and getting to relearn everything about her.
Chapter Twelve
Evelyn
The next morning, it takes me a few minutes to remember where I am and the incredibly scary thing that I did the day before.
I left Lowell.
Do I miss him? Hell no. The only thing I’ll miss about that asshole is the unlimited supply of poison. The pills numbed me from having to think about all the crap in my life, like my dying mother or my best friend I missed like crazy.
The high became my new best friend, and it’s not one that is ready to let its hold on me go just yet. We still have a few more dates on the books.
Like money burning a hole in your pocket, the ecstasy in my purse is calling out to me, begging to be taken so I can stop worrying about Lowell finding me or my mother and hurting her, or that my mother will get sick and die before she gets a kidney transplant. At least I no longer have to miss Cedric…
In fact, I bet we’ll have even more fun together with some X.
The thought of sharing some with him flitters through my mind, but I’m too greedy to give up even just one pill from my limited supply.
While Cedric is still asleep, his arm locked around me as we lie facing each other, I ease out from underneath his arm to use the restroom and shower, piling my wet hair up with a tie. On the way back to bed, I grab a pick me up from my purse before climbing back onto the mattress with him, this time naked.
Since I left the bathroom light on to find my way around, I can see that the covers have been tugged down to Cedric’s waist, revealing a lot of golden flesh and cuts of hard muscles. His arms, one of which is slung over his eyes and the other thrown above his head on the pillow, are at least three times as big as they were when we were in high school. I can’t resist trailing my fingertips over the sculpted ridges of his abs and along the seductive V indention that lead underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He looks good enough to lick from head to toe which is why I lean over and swipe my tongue along the closest pelvic indention, tasting his salty skin.
Cedric doesn’t flinch or make a sound, but when I glance up at his face, his hooded eyes are open and watching me.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Morning,” he responds gruffly.
When the covers near my face twitch, I know there’s another part of him that’s waking up.
I move over, straddling his legs so that my tongue can stroke along the cotton crotch of his briefs before kissing his covered shaft.
“I still owe you head from that day at the doctor’s office,” I tell him when I open the dick hole to ease the tip of his stiff cock free.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he tells me as he reaches down to brush a loose strand of my damp hair behind my ear.
“Okay, so I just really want to give you head,” I tell him, running my tongue around his crown a few times until Cedric grabs a handful of my hair and tugs, pulling my mouth away from him.
“Lowell liked to send me videos of you and him together,” he blurts out.
“He did?” I ask in surprise. Of course, I knew he recorded us. I just thought he kept them for his own personal use, or to share with his buddies, not to taunt Cedric.
“Watching him fuck you devastated me, but seeing you on your knees for him destroyed me,” he admits. “I could tell myself you didn’t really want it when he was on top of you or fucking you from behind, but there was nothing I could tell myself to feel better when you were enthusiastically sucking his dick.”
“He shouldn’t have sent those videos to you,” I reply softly when I sit back on my knees. “But I was just doing what I needed to…”
“Yeah,” he says, even though he doesn’t sound convinced.
“Do you know what he liked to do? He would bring random women to our bed and then make me watch them suck him off because he said I needed to improve my technique.”
“Jesus,” Cedric mutters. “I wonder how that son of a bitch would feel about seeing you with someone else?”
“Oh, he would be furious,” I say with a giggle as I crawl up Cedric’s amazing body until my cunt is lined up perfectly with his hard shaft. Pressing a kiss to his lips, I say, “How about we give him a taste of his own medicine?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, lifting his head to kiss me several more times in a row.
“Let’s record us together and send it to him,” I whisper against his lips.
“Are you sure?” Cedric asks, not turning down the idea but making sure it’s what I want.
“Oh yeah,” I agree, kissing his cheek before I climb off of him to go get my phone from my purse. I hit the record button and then prop the device up on the dresser at the foot of Cedric’s bed so that it will capture everything we do.
Cedric
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” I shout when Evelyn takes almost my entire cock down her throat. My fingers gripping her silky hair haven’t decided if they want to urge her to take an inch or two more or if they’re trying to pull her mouth off of me before I come too soon.