Page 13 of Merry Ever After

“Son of a bitch, Evie.”

“Give me all of it.”

“Ohfuuuuuck,” he heaves, plowing his hips forward on a harsh grunt, making me scream into my closed mouth, my nails definitely drawing blood on his back ... but after a second, I realize I was right. The pleasure is a lot, but it’s magnificent. It’s a full claiming. It’s pushing all the boundaries I didn’t know needed pushing, and I want more. More. I’m yanking on his hips for it, begging with gibberish I somehow know he’ll understand. “Evie.”

“Move. Move, please.”

“Do I feel good this deep?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Right before my eyes, his expression transforms from astonishment to unimaginable lust, relief, gratitude, and he begins to buck his hips, his testicles smacking loudly off my backside, the floorboards groaning underneath me, his forearm snaking beneath my lower back to hold me steady while he fucks me in a desperate frenzy, his lower body brutal in its strength and perfect in its honesty, the depth of his need exposed. “Come on, then, woman, and take some dick,” he grits out. “Waltz into my town and make me hard, leaning over the counter of the shop to show me your pretty, round tits. I saw ’em, baby. Now they’re mine.”

“They’re yours.Yes.”

Damn it, ohdamn it, I’m so horny it almost feels wrong. I’m opening my thighs in a way that’s nearly lewd, arching my back so he can watch my breasts bounce in time to his anguished thrusts. Yes, anguished. He’s in pain, but the only way to solve it is to bang me on the living room floor, and that erotic truth is a rush. It’s a wild rush, being needed like that, so I whimper ridiculous things into the dark I’d never say in the light. Things that sound amazing right now but I’ll blushover in the morning. I tell him he’s Daddy and my pussy needs his come, and I’ve never had it so deep, so good in my life, which is 100 percent true. So achingly true that my orgasm is like a sharp slap to my senses, a fresh gasp of air on another planet. It arrives with a vengeance, rippling my flesh and unearthing incoherent screams from deep inside me, all while Luke labors on top of me, his erection even fuller than before, his control gone.

Good.

“Didn’t mean to take you on the floor,” he slurs.

“That’s okay,” I sob, being pummeled by my release. “It’s okay.”

“Maybe that’s what you get for having pussy this motherfucking sweet, huh?” He drives deep, hard, holding, his big hand reaching down to slap my backside, once, twice, only intensifying my peak. “I’ll work my ass off for this tight thing. I’d sweat all day under ten suns for one little hit. Taking me so fuckingdeep, baby.Fuck.All the way to my balls.Good girl.”

I’m done.

The wave crests one more time and I twist beneath him, tires screeching in my head, grinding, grinding, grinding out the last of the pleasure, rife with relief and wonder.

On the other side of my orgasm, I’m drained and euphoric, my vision blurry, my heart and mind determined to feel the proof of his pleasure, too. I want it now. I need it so bad. My knees are open and I’m holding on for dear life, rejoicing in the brutality of how he fucks me against the soft carpet, grunting like an animal into my neck, his sweat mingling with mine, his harshening breaths telling me it’s almost time. Almost time to feel that blast of heat ... and when it happens, when he goes off like a bomb inside me, I wrap my thighs around his hips as tightly as possible, kissingthe moans off his mouth, liquid heat gathering inside me, fulfilling me. Fulfilling him.

“Anytime you want it, Luke,” I gasp into his ear,squeezing. “Anytime.”

“How about for the rest of my fucking life, Evie?” he says, sealing his mouth over mine, kissing me roughly during those final dizzying thrusts. “How about that?”

He drops down on top of me, his full weight pinning me for two, three seconds while he struggles to fill his lungs, but he becomes self-aware all too quickly, rolling off me onto his back, though he twines our fingers together immediately, as if he dreads severing the connection we just created—and his behavior is what brings the moment screaming into focus.

How about for the rest of my fucking life, Evie?

I’ve lost control of how fast this relationship is moving. So much so that it feels like a relationship already. What I thought would be a mutual swap of pleasure turned out to be ... more. The way he took me was more of a vow, a possession, than anything that belongs in a friends with benefits situation.

He put my son to sleep.

I already feel ... connected to Luke in some way. It snuck right up on me.

“Evie.”

“Yes?”

I look over to find him studying me, scrutinizing my face ... and when his mouth sets itself in a resigned line, I know he’s reading my mind word for word. Which is scary in itself.

Luke fastens his jeans, then rolls onto his side and kisses my shoulder, reaching down to raise the straps of my slip and gently cover my sex with the hem of the garment. He pulls me close and nuzzles his forehead with mine, but he stops shortof kissing me, something I notice way too much, probably because I’m craving the texture of his lips, the sandpaper scratch of his evening stubble.

“Evie ...” His breath is stilted. “I’ll never recover from what you just gave me.”

“Luke . . .”

“I reckon I have to wait for you to come to me now,” he says slowly, as if he’s only realizing this now. Adapting to me as we go.This man.“I’d rather die than scare you or push you for more than you’re ready to give. But I’ve made my position clear. If you want to be mine, if you want me to be yours, you know where to find me.”

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