Page 68 of Secrets in Love
Death was threatened if I dared wake Iris or Jocelyn, even though I hadn’t said a word for a good ten minutes. Without letting go of my hand, Evie clomped her way upstairs and down the long hallway. Jocelyn’s, Iris’s, and Finn’s rooms were down one end, while Evie’s and mine, separated by a sitting room and bathroom, were down the other. We approached my door but, to my surprise, didn’t stop, and the dragging continued until we reached Evie’s.
“This is not my room, Gidge,” I said, pointing out the bleeding obvious. Evie said nothing but placed her hands on my stomach, just above my belt, and tugged at my shirt till it was free. A tiny squeak escaped her lips as she slowly slipped her fingers beneath the white cotton and made contact with warm flesh. “What are you doing, Evie?”
My heart raced as she ignored me and began to trace the lines of my abs and chest while biting her lip. The upward trajectory of her hands was quickly matched by my cock. By the time she was standing on the tips of her toes in perfect fifth position, sliding her fingers around my neck, I was painfully hard, straining against my zipper, and could hardly breathe. “Shut up and get inside,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but…no. I can’t.” The fingers twisting through my smattering of chest hair stalled as she looked up at me. “I want to. Lord knows I do. But you’ve had a few drinks, and I don’t want to do something you might regret tomorrow.”
“Well, that’s no fun ‘cause that’s exactly what I wanna do. C’mon, Nate, come to bed and make me regret it.”
I slid my palms up her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps over her skin until I reached behind my neck, wrapped my fingers over hers and released her grip. “I want to go in there and do more to you than you could possibly comprehend, Lil One. I want to lick you, taste you, and fuck you so damn hard you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.” She sighed and swallowed heavily. “And I will.Ifyou wake up tomorrow and still feel the same way, nothing will stop me. Just knock on the wall, and I’ll smash straight through the plaster to get to you. But please, please trust me and wait. You mean too much to me to risk our first time being a drunken regret.”
She pulled her hands out of mine, and they flew to her hips. On body language alone, you’d take her as furious, but her face showed the fearful sting of rejection. “If I had a hot shearer hiding in there, and we promised you a three-thingy, or…or if I looked like Polly…would you come in then?”
I took a step back and shook my head. “Not only is bullshit like that unfair, but it’s also further evidence that you’ve had too much to drink.”
She scoffed, turned, and opened her door, but she stopped a few paces in. “I’m sorry. You’re right, and I bloody hate that so much. I don’t know what to do with you, Nate. You make me so angry I could punch you right in the junk, but you also make me so happy I want to cry. No one has ever done what you do to me. You look at me, and I quiver. You touch my hand or knee or rest your hand on my back when we walk down the street, and I’m reduced to a simpering mess. I thought I’d been attracted to men before, but you have shown me what attraction and lust really are. It’s terrifying and brilliant, and…and terrifying…”
“You already said that.” I stepped closer, slipped my hand around her waist, and pulled her against me until her back was flush with my chest. “I know you’re scared, and I am too. But you should never, for one second, think that I don’t want you. You’re beautiful and so fucking hot and smart and furious, and I want you so bad it hurts. I want you in a way I’ve never wanted any other woman.”
“What about…?” I knew what was coming.
“Don’t say it.”
“Polly. Did you want her like you do me?”
“Evie.”
“Did you say those things to her too?”
“Honestly, some of the things, yes. I did say Polly was sexy. Probably hot too. ‘Cause she was—or is. She’s a beautiful woman, Evie. The world is full of beautiful women, and yes, I have slept with quite a few of them. But none of them compare to you because none of them own my heart like you do. Polly demanded me, Evie. You’ve possessed me.”
Her body went limp in my arms, and I held her, infusing all the love I could muster through my fingertips. I kissed the top of her head, said goodnight, then walked to my room and closed the door.
As I lay awake, still hard as a rock and cursing myself at two am, I heard it. Through the wall, there was a whimper, a sigh.
Evie was crying. I made her cry again.
I turned to my side, unsure if I should go to her. The whimpering became sighing, and the sighing became moaning. I wriggled to the wall and pressed my ear against it.
“Nate. Nate. Yes, please.”
Oh my God. Is Evie thinking of me and touching herself?
Without storming in there and joining her—which I did seriously consider—there was no way I could be sure she was even awake. She may have been asleep, just dreaming. She may have been pressed up against the wall, pretending, laughing at me. Or she could have been naked, one hand playing with her nipples, the other with her wet pussy. After a minute or two more of her begging and pleading for my touch, I was matching her, moan for moan, with my throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum, in my hand, fiercely stroking base to tip, speeding to catch her before my climax. “Evie,” I sighed.
“Nate?”
Oh fuck. What the fuck do I do? What do you mean, you cock head? Fucking sex her up!
“Can you hear me, Gidge? Areyou thinking of me? Please tell me you’re thinking of me as you touch yourself.”
The soft whimpers ceased.I scared her off.But then…then… “Think of me, Nate. Think of fucking my mouth instead of your hand.”
“Fuck, Evie.”
“Nate, I’m, I’m…”
“Wait for me, Evie. Be a good girl and wait for me. Can you do that?”
