Page 84 of The Hardest Hit
The hotel had obviously been alerted to the situation, and they were greeted with a cadre of people who offered ice packs, sympathy, and waves of sucking up. Evan ignored all of them, and Olivia couldn’t tell if she was supposed to do the same. Considering that she did not think that Evan had permitted himself to be looked over by paramedics, she decided to take the ice packs and wave off everything else.
Once they were alone in the room, everything seemed uncannily silent.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, handing him an icepack.
She stood under the hot water and felt it sting in every scrape and scratch along her legs. She tried to think about the evening in some coherent, linear fashion, but her thoughts kept coming back to Evan staring down the gun.
He was laying on the bed naked, an icepack on his ribs when she came out wrapped in a towel. She sat down on the bed, her back to him.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m furious.”
“What did I do wrong?” he asked.
She turned and scrambled across the bed to him. “You told him to go ahead and shoot.”
“He had to believe that I didn’t care,” he said. “He had to be scared of me.”
She found her hand raised to slap him. He watched the hand but didn’t move. She put her hand down gently on his chest.
“My mother committed suicide,” she whispered. “I know what that looks like. Don’t lie to me. You wanted it.”
“No,” he said, his voice was firm and he met her eyes easily.
“You’re telling me that you have never tried…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence because his eyes flicked away from hers. “Answer me.”
“Once,” he said, his voice strained. “I got therapy. I got help. That isn’t… I’m not there anymore.”
“You were there tonight!”
“No,” he said. “No, I swear. It’s a door. It’s a scary door and I opened it. I needed that man to be scared. He had you, and I needed him to be scared. It was just the right answer at the time.”
“It’s not an answer!” Olivia was shaking and furious and scared, so very scared. She grabbed him on either side of his face, wanting to make him hear her. “I love you and that can’t ever be the answer.”
Evan stared up at her as if processing her words, then he moved. He flipped her over onto her back and then he was on her, kissing her, tugging at her towel, ripping it off. His hands were rough and urgent, but his mouth moved with a gentleness that set her skin on fire. He moved down her body until he was between her thighs. His hands pushed her legs apart and his tongue darted inward, circling her clit. She grasped his hair as she found herself building toward orgasm. She moaned his name as she got closer. She was right on the brink when he abruptly pulled away. She blinked up at him and found that all that could come out of her mouth was an inquisitive noise. He leaned up and kissed her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. It was lovely, but it was not what she wanted. She pushed him back down and he went. This time was faster. He had her on the point of coming when, again, he broke away.
This time she was angry, but he wouldn’t go down on her again when she pushed him. Frustrated, she reached down to finish the job herself. He grabbed her hand and held it. She stared at him in disbelief. He seemed to count to ten and then he dipped his head, keeping his eyes on her, began again. The pressure this time was unbelievable. She found herself murmuring his name in an endless begging loop.
“Please Evan, please Evan, please Evan.”
Olivia gasped, her hands clenching in the sheets as she began to come, his tongue moved faster. Her body throbbed, pulsing as she came in wave upon wave. His every touch extended her orgasm, and she came again and again. She was writhing on the bed as she continued to come uncontrollably. He finally pulled away standing up, his cock proud before him, and he reached for the condoms in the bedside drawer.
“No,” gasped Olivia. He hesitated. “No, just you. I just want you. I want you to come inside me.”
He breathed out in a ragged gasp and came to her. He seized her by the hips and pulled her to him, thrusting into her. She reached up and brought his head down to hers, kissing his mouth, letting her tongue explore his.
He broke away, kissing her neck as he murmured her name. She wrapped a leg around him and ran her hand down his side. His skin was warm and she luxuriated in each thrust as he took her back upward toward orgasm. This one bloomed like a hothouse flower, sensuous and slow without peaks and valleys, and left her feeling rung out.
He pulled away from her and she realized that he hadn’t come yet.
“No,” she said, sitting up, trying to lure him back with kisses. “No, you promised. You said.” She was not oblivious to the fact that his lips hadn’t spoken, but his body had committed.
“I will,” he whispered between her kisses. “I will. I’ll fuck you like you like. I promise,” he said, pushing at her. “Turn over.”
She did as he commanded and he took her from behind, one hand on her clit like the first night they had been together. Her body was nearing the end of its strength. The adrenaline, the fear, and now Evan, combined to leave her trembling as he drove into her again and again. She quaked as she neared the peak.
“Evan! Evan!” she screamed, sobbing into the mattress as she came again, her entire body shuddering.
