Page 11 of The Warrior's Salvation

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LOCHLAN

Evie breezes out of the room in an air of confidence that consumes me. My dick is pulsing, bulging in my pants in a way I hope isn't overly obvious. I turn to watch her hips sway, and she doesn’t even look back. She hasn't been terrified of me. She's been so flustered she can barely control herself, and I'm not sure how I missed the signs. Probably because I've been so attracted to her too that I've overlooked things.

"Where did that girl go?" Miriam scowls as she walks into the room with a tin of cookies. She shakes her head as she looks up at me. "I'm so sorry, Lochlan. Evelyn has no manners. She shouldn't have left you alone. I don't mind sharing some time with you while we wait for Draco."

Always hospitable, Miriam sets the tin of cookies on the coffee table and sits down. Her pastel skirt drapes down over her legs and she smooths it out. When her eyes rise to look at me, I'm not sure how to respond. Evie left me in such a whirlwind of thoughts, I’m not sure which way is up right now.

"I'm quite full from dinner. Draco will probably be out for a while. I think I might just go home." The liquor behind me calls my name, coaxing me to pour a drink and stay, think about what Evie meant by "what she really thinks of me". There isn't a cell in my body that doesn’t want to follow her back to her apartment and see what she's talking about, but Draco would kill me. I know full well that she's been promised to a different man. It's the way this family works. It doesn't, however, stop me from wishing I could take a dip in her well.

"Oh, it's such a shame. I baked these earlier today thinking you men would enjoy them." Miriam smiles, though her tone has hints of disappointment. "You go on, then. I don't want to keep you from business."

"I appreciate the offer, and thank you for making them. Maybe next time." I'm already moving toward the door, willing one foot to fall after the other to carry me to my car and get me off this property before I do something foolish. "Have Draco give me a call when he has a chance." I speak over my shoulder, but I'm on a trajectory toward the front door.

"Of course," Miriam calls. "Goodnight, Lochlan."

The chill of the evening breeze off the ocean does nothing to cool my heated body. Evelyn was playing with me, teasing, flirting. I saw the look in her eye, the hue of her lips as blood flushed them. I only imagine her pussy dripped with moisture as her lips down there flushed the same shade of red. And thinking about that made me so hard my cock hurts.

Stopping by my car, I almost make it. I almost have the willpower to turn and open the door, but my glaze flicks toward the rear of the property, behind the pool, beyond the pergola where the lights from the mother-in-law suite cast a faint glow. Almost.

Before I can stop myself, I'm moving, wincing with instant regret but not turning back. Her door beckons me, light reaching out across the back yard to grip my desire and suck me in. I steal a quick look at the back of the house where Miriam is plainly visible doing dishes with the maid, and I know they can't see me out here where it's dark. Then I focus on the tiny apartment and weave past the lounge chairs, past the pool, under the pergola, and my hand rests on the knob of the apartment door.

For a second, I know I still have time to turn around and not do this. I know what Evie was insinuating. I know what she wants. I know what I want, and I know if Draco hears about it, I'll never hear the end of it. It won't just be Evie's father, either. Jasper will want to kill me. Ronan will never let me out of his sight, and all hell will break loose for this family. Evie is off limits. She's too young, the daughter of Ro's underboss, and I am a stupid, stupid man.

But I turn that knob and walk in and see her wearing a skimpy nightgown draped over the foot of her bed like a slutty model in a men's magazine spread. Her face is flushed and her body looks rigid, but she's staring at me with doe eyes, and my dick is probably dripping.

She doesn't speak, doesn't get up or move. She just stares at me as I toe off my boots, then unbutton my shirt. I let the fabric slide down my arms and drape it over the sofa’s arm. The curtains are drawn, door locked behind me, and I have at least an hour while Draco checks on the line. I stalk toward her, and my intention is clear when my hands go for my belt buckle, and still she doesn’t flinch.

Twenty-one years old and this one is so bold, she has invited me to her room for a booty call, but she isn't even flirting with her eyes. She splays her hand on the comforter, watches my moves. Her eyes pause on my torso, rake over the tattoos on my chest and arm. She stiffens as I pull out my cock and stroke it. Her eyes grow wider. I watch her toes curl and then shove my pants down, and as I approach the bed, she sits up, draping her legs over the edge.

Her nightgown shifts, pressing against her body. I see her hardened nipples through the satin and cup both of her cheeks, forcing her to look up at me.

"This is what you think of me?" I ask her, but it's not really a question.

Evie's eyes are uncertain, blinking, searching my expression. She's not very experienced. I can tell by the way she grips my girth and strokes slowly. Her tongue flicks over her bottom lip, and she guides me to her mouth, making long, languid licks down my shaft from balls to tip.

My hands frame her face and I watch her. She never lets her eyes move from mine, like she's waiting for approval or a sign of pleasure, and I decide right then and there to show her how to really do this.

"Baby girl, you need to do it like this," I tell her in a low growl, and when she lines my cockhead up to her mouth, I pull her head forward, thrusting my hips until my cock is deep in her throat. Her hands splay on my thighs, pushing me backward, and I feel her throat constrict around me as she gags once, then twice, and her eyes water.

I pull back, letting her suck me, and she claws at my thighs for more, so I thrust in again, plunging my whole length into her mouth until she's gagging again. For a few minutes, I enjoy the pleasure she wants to bring me, but this isn't why I came in here. She wants something too, and I won't waste a drop of my energy if she's not going to be satisfied.

"Feck," she hisses when I pull out of her mouth. Loosing her head, I let her wipe her mouth as my cock slaps against my lower belly. Evie stares up at me looking timid, and I eat that shit up.

"Lie down," I order her, and before she obeys, she tugs her nightgown up over her head. Her body is pure, undefiled by tattoos or scars. Her tits are perfectly proportioned to her body, nipples pebbled in arousal.

"Yes, okay," she mutters, scooting backward on the bed. It's like she expects me to fuck her missionary or something, like she's never done this. I stroke myself as she watches. She doesn’t even touch herself, again showing her inexperience.

"Touch your clit," I order and watch her as she hesitantly puts a few fingers on her pussy and lightly rubs. "No, I mean, fuck yourself now. Really touch yourself." I stroke and ogle her as she tries to please me, so innocent and naive. "You’ve never done this?" I ask.

"No, I have, I swear." Her lip trembles, but it's not my aim to scare her. Her fingers rub harder, dipping into her entrance, and then she brings them to her lips to suck them clean. Maybe not a virgin, but holy fucking shit is she hot. I watch her pussy clench and loosen, and the way her ass puckers drives me wild.

“Harder,” I growl, and she does as she’s told.

I kneel on the bed and grab her ankles, spreading her easily. Lifting one hand, I spit on it and reach for her pussy, giving her a light tap on the clit. She gasps and arches into it, begging for more. "Now, tell me why you brought me in here." She shudders and rubs her clit harder.

"I want you," she pants out, and I believe her. No way she makes that much moisture if she doesn’t want me.

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