Page 67 of Fire Island
She frees my cock, her eyes darkening as she studies the mess I’ve made. “What a waste...”
Gripping the base, she licks the cum from my shaft, rolling her tongue around the tip.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Now my hands find her hair. My restraint is threadbare at this point. Still impossibly hard, I could flip this little woman over and claim every inch of her as my own. She cleans me before looking back up, her thumb brushing a stray drop of my cum into her mouth. Like she won’t waste a single drop.
I brush her hair from her face, slipping my palm along her jaw. “Fucking perfect, Evie baby.”
She rises, and my hand drops from her face. “Yes, we are.”
I fold her into my arms. There is no way in hell I’m ever letting this woman go. As long as it’s her choice to be with me, that’s where she’ll be.
Not willing to let each other go, we lie on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. I drop my chin to the top of her head as she snuggles closer. “Goodnight, mo nighean.”
“Night, Cal.”
A kiss presses over my heart.
Mostly content, I could let the night take us where it wants. But the vague thought that one piece of the puzzle is still missing...
Where my Evie was for two weeks that made Iris such a mess.
That thought sees my eyes snap open.
Each version of what could have happened to her while I was out of action is worse than the last.
So much for sleep.
Yellow wings fly past my vision, flapping through the air as a butterfly circles back round, landing on the bush at the rear of the greenhouse to rejoin its flutter. Evie stills at my side, the watering can in one hand, a basket half full of harvested produce in the other.
The memory of her fear of the small insects sinks to the front of my mind.
“You never did tell me about the butterfly thing.”
She looks at me, hesitating before she sets down the watering can and basket to take my hand. “I need to show you something.”
Confusion takes hold as she leads me to the house, up the stairs. Higher still, to the lantern room where we come to a stop by the pile of glass I still haven’t had the heart to clear out.
She hugs her arms around her body, nodding to the glass shrapnel at our feet. “I did this.”
“No, you?—”
“I smashed the Fresnel. With a wrench. I had no choice.”
Maybe they were desperate.Em’s words fling back around at me, the meaning no longer obscure.
“How?” I manage.
I mean to say what happened, but my brain is reeling right now. What could have had Evie so desperatethiswas her only option?
“I left, like you made me promise. I did. I went home, but—” She looks out the glass wall circling around us. “I received a text from Iris, which was odd. We don’t text often as a rule.Something felt wrong, I just knew it. So I came back, but Iris had no idea what I was talking about when I showed up asking her why she’d text me saying you were in trouble.”
“Hang on, Iris knew I was in trouble? When was this?”
“The day before Em found you in that upside-down boat.”
