Page 36 of Everest

Everest calls me out on my lie. “No, you don’t.”

He fires up his bike, drowning out my racing thoughts and leaving no more room for argument before he peels out of the parking lot.

Rather than taking me home to my apartment, Everest brings us to Twisted Throttle, where he parks in the alleyway behind the bar. Wordlessly, Everest grabs hold of my arm and leads me up the stairs to his apartment.

“I can walk on my own.” I try to wrench my arm away. “And I told you to take me home.”

“You’re not goin’ home. You’re stayin’ with me so I can keep an eye on you.”

Everest walks through the door of his apartment and flips the light on.

I take in the apartment—it’s an open-floor concept with a small living room and kitchen. To my right is an open door that leads to the bedroom, and off the living room are double doors that lead out to a balcony. Surprisingly, the place is clean and tidy. There are no dirty dishes in the sink or clothes strewn all over the place. Beside the sofa is an end table and a stack of worn paperbacks.

“Time to start talkin’,” Everest says, drawing me out of my perusal of his apartment.

“About what?” I ask.

“Now is not the time to play dumb, London. I want to know what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into that would cause some motherfucker to stun gun then kidnap you.”

“Fine. But why don’t we start with why you have been following me and why you have been coming to Pink Paradise?”

“We’re not talkin’ about me.” Everest starts to lose patience.

“Oh, I’m talking about you.” I throw attitude back.

“Goddammit, London,” Everest growls. “Why are you always a pain in my ass?”

“Why have you been following me? What makes you think anything I do is your business? Hmm?”

Everest takes two long strides across the living room, stopping within inches of my face. His intoxicating scent surrounds me. The man is two seconds away from losing his shit, and for some reason, it’s doing funny things to my stomach. Not to mention, other parts of my body are suddenly waking up. His gaze flicks down to my chest as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. I mentally curse the fact that I’m not wearing a bra because my nipples are rock-hard. Just like that, the fury in Everest’s eyes turns heated.

My breath hitches, drawing his attention away from my breasts to my mouth. “Everest,” I breathe.

“Fuck it,” he says then his mouth is on mine. The instant his lips collide with me, I lose all resolve. All of a sudden, Everest breaks the kiss, and he’s dragging me to the bedroom. We clear the doorway, and the next thing I know, my back is against the wall, and his rock-hard body is flush against mine. Before I can blink, he rips my shirt off over my head, exposing my bare breasts.

I grab a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look at me. “To be clear, I still hate you.”

Everest smirks. “Let’s see how much you hate me when I’m making you come all over my cock.”

“I like it better when you don’t talk.” I push his cut down over his shoulders. “I can think of better things you can do with your mouth.”

“I better get to work then,” he says, then drops to his knees.

In the next second, my pants are shoved down over my hips, and Everest’s mouth is on my pussy. “Oh, God,” I gasp.

He runs his tongue along through my slit before his mouth latches onto my clit, causing my toes to curl. His hands glide up over my hips, along my belly, until they reach their intended destination. Large palms cover my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tops of my nipples, making me toss my head back on a moan. Everest continues to eat at me like a man starved. My lips part in a cry when he takes his mouth away. “Your pussy tastes like fuckin’ heaven, but right now, I need to fuck you.”

“Good,” I pant. “Because I need to feel you inside me.” At my confession, I fumble with the button of his jeans while he rids himself of his shirt. Everest is all broad shoulders, tanned skin, and six-pack abs. He has an array of colorful ink covering both arms, but the skin on his chest remains bare. With hooded eyes, Everest watches me take in every inch of his body. Once I have my fill, I lean in and run my tongue along his corded neck. Using the wall as an anchor, Everest grips me under my thighs, lifting me off the floor. In one fluid motion, his hips shift, and the head of his cock nudges my entrance. Eyes locked on mine, Everest slams into me. There’s nothing gentle about it, and no taking it easy. What it is, is utter bliss. The moment he’s in, Everest buries his face in the crook of my neck and lets out a strangled curse.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I dig my nails into his scalp, press my lips against his ear, and whisper, “Fuck me.”

Chest heaving, Everest tears his face away from my neck. He presses his forehead against mine and begins to move. He gives me exactly what I asked for. My back hits the wall with each powerful thrust.

“I knew it,” he says, his tone low and husky.

“Knew what?” I ask.

“That tasting your pussy would be my undoing. And now that I’ve had a taste, my decision is cemented.”

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