Page 23 of A Match Made In Evan
‘We’ll see’ turns into me not protesting when Evan takes me by the hand and leads me into my own bedroom. Even though we’re alone in the house, he closes and locks my bedroom door.
He knows me so well.
Something about having the door locked, even an in an empty house, helps to set me at ease. It feels more private, morefinal, and the fact that it washimmaking that choice without me having to say anything just reassures me that he wants this. He really wants this.
Whatever ‘this’ is.
Friends with benefits is what he called it. Best friends helping each other out so we don’t accidentally ruin the whole ‘fake relationship’ scam we’ve got going.
Scam.
I don’t like that word.
It feels wrong. We’re not scamming anything out of anyone. Not really. I mean, yeah, we’re not being entirely truthful, but I’m paying the insanely high tuition fees for Mia to attend the damn school. It’s not like pretending to be in a same sex relationship has gotten us a free-ride or anything. I wouldn’t have agreed to my daughter’s crazy scheme if that had been the case. I havesomemorals.
“Hey,” Ev’s voice is low and soothing, and I lean into his touch as he rubs his palms over my biceps. “It’s okay. There’s no pressure here, Jay. If you want to back out—”
My hands fly up to grab his forearms, holding him in place in case he even thinks about pulling away. “No!” My cheeks burn at how loud my protest sounds in the silence of my darkened bedroom. “No,” I repeat, quieter. “I…I’m on board.” My hardening dick makes a valiant attempt to push his way out of my jeans, tenting the material but ultimately getting nowhere. I duck my chin, embarrassed by the fact that I’m already so hard, for the simple fact that we’re in my bedroom together and that his hands are on me. “More than on board.”
Ev lets go of my arms and, before I can lament the loss of his touch, grabs my hips, pulling me forward until my denim-clad erection is bumping against his. “Me too,” he says, as if that wasn’t obvious. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night at camp.”
My breath catches and my traitorous cock twitches. “Me either.”
I watch as his lust-blown gaze flickers to my lips, and my heart hammers. “Can I kiss you again?”
My tongue darts out, and I pretend to hesitate even though I’ve wanted little else than a repeat ofeverythingthat happened that night a few weeks ago. He seems to loom in closer and how have I never noticed that he’s just that tiny bit taller than me?
Focus, James.
“Y-yeah,” I breathe my answer when there’s barely a sliver of space separating our mouths. “Please.”
With how close he was, I’m surprised that the meeting of our lips is so tentative and gentle. I was expecting him to slam his mouth on mine, like he did in that uncomfortable bed, and press me up against the wall.
I think I might have liked that.
But I like this, too.
This careful, gentle touch of skin on skin. It feels reverent, somehow. Like he’s taking his time memorising the feel and shape of my mouth. He hasn’t even licked his tongue out against the seam of my lips yet, just…kissing me sweetly, breathing me in the same way I’m trying to do with him.
But…that can’t be right. ‘Friends with benefits’ is just about shared orgasms, isn’t it? Notfeelings.
Maybe I’m over thinking this. Maybe he’s just trying to get used to kissing a man without the haze of a rapidly impending orgasm fuelling his actions.
Not that mine isn’t rapidly impending, mind you. It’s kind of pathetic that I already feel like I’m teetering on the edge, with only the slow rub of his fully clothed bulge against my own, and a kiss so G-rated it could be televised to pre-schoolers.
Maybe if your erections are rubbing together it’s not really that G-rated,a snide voice in my head sneers.And it’s probably creepy to think about pre-schoolers right now, too.
What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me?
All thoughts cease as Evan’s hand cradles the back of my head, tilting me backwards as his tongue gently parts my lips.
Someone whimpers.
I have a sneaking suspicion it’s me, especially when he makes a sexy as fuck growling sound andthenthe kiss fires up into the harder, more demanding one I was expecting from the start. A gasp is wrenched from my throat as I’m pushed against the door, fulfilling the fantasy I had only a few minutes ago, and Evangrindsinto me, closing every single millimetre of space between our bodies.
At some point, Ev’s lips leave mine, but my sound of complaint morphs into a moan as he mouths over my jawline, then —oh, my God—nibbleson my earlobe.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispers, and his voice sounds so husky and strained, I want to record the sound and replay it over and over. “God, Jay, you have no idea how hot you are, do you?”
