Page 74 of The Fall
I pushed him away from me abruptly, almost violently. “Get inside, Ev,” I said, pointing a finger at the little red door that led from the driveway into the kitchen. “And I’m warning you right now, unless you’d like to make that fantasy a reality,right nowandin front of my neighbors, do not stop at the truck. Do not look at the truck. Try as hard as you can not to eventhinkabout the truck.Understand?”
He nodded, eyeswide.
“Move!”
He scurried out the door with me hot on his heels, but he hesitated as we passed the driver’s side door, and he let his fingers trail over the sideviewmirror.
“Everett,” Igrowled.
“It’s like not thinking aboutelephants,” he wailed. “You tell me not to think about the truck, and all I can think of are all the ways you can bend me overit!”
I picked him up around the waist, total battering-ram style with zero finesse, ignoring the littleeepnoise he made, and ran him up to the door. I unlocked the single lock in what had to be record time, and had him with his belly pressed against the inside of the door in five secondsflat.
“Jesus! Your neighbors arescandalized!”
“I seriously hope Mrs. Daley was looking out the window right then,” I growled. “The poor woman needs some excitement in herlife.”
And I really didn’t want to talk about Mrs.Daley.
I moved my mouth to the side of his neck and licked a stripe up the side at the same moment that my hand found the button of hiswaistband.
“Tell me more about being strapped down,” Iinstructed.
“I don’t… I…” He shook his head like he was trying to clear it, like he was too excited for words.Perfect. “You tied my hands behind my back and pushed me down and I keptstruggling.”
I snorted as I flicked his button open. “What a strange fantasy. You,argumentative?”
He shot me a glare over his shoulder that melted into a slack-jawed moan as I rubbed my hand down the front of his underwear. The side of his head thunked against the door as he gave himself over toit.
“You were struggling uselessly,” I prompted. “And…”
“And you… put me over your shoulder and tied me down in the bed of the truck with my arms spreadwide.”
Fuck.
“And then what?” I demanded, stroking him through the cotton while I wedged my own erection against the curve of his ass.Too fast, too fast, I kept thinking, but with him talking this way I didn’t,couldn’t,care.
“I-I don’t know,” hewhispered.
I pulled him off the door and spun him around to face me. I could just make out his eyes in the fading light. “Bullshit. Tellme.”
He shook his head, bit his lip. “I don’tknow.”
“Everett…”
“I came before I got to that part,” he admitted in a quiet voice, looking somewhere over my shoulder. “I’ve never played that way before. I don’t know what would happen next. I don’t know how itends.”
God, this man. He made mewantthings.
“I have an idea,” I said, giving him the same soft, mischievous smile he’d given me earlier, in his classroom. “Comeon.”
I led him down the hall to my bedroom, bypassing the tiny living room with its stone fireplace, the dining area, and the bathroom. If I got my way, there would be plenty of time to give him a tour later. I flipped on the light switch as we entered and shut the door behind us, locking us in this little space closed off fromeverything.
He stepped around me, looking around at the iron bed frame, the plain wooden dresser and end tables, the comfortable quilt. “This is not what I would have pictured,” he said quietly. “But I really likeit.”
Not nearly as much as I liked having him here. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d brought a man home. Years, maybe. And I was glad of that. Glad, because it made Evspecial.
“Take your shirt off,” I told him, pushing back all the other stupidlyrealshit that threatened to spill out of my mouth. “You want to go fast? Do itnow.”
