Page 89 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Come out,” he said, causing me to snort.
“Tell everyone we’re all together, then we should bring her.”
“Do you know how much longer that’s going to be?”
I sighed, feeling the weight of it dragging me down.
I was ready. Maybe Ev was ready, too. But I wasn’t sure Cat was.
That bugged me more than I’d like to admit.
“Whenever she’s ready, I guess,” I said, feeling little seeds of doubt start to plant themselves inside of me.
“Chry,” Ev whispered. His finger tilted my chin up until he had my eyes. “Don’t let the bad thoughts get to you. She loves you. She wants this. It’s going to take some time. Cat doesn’t just rush into things head first like you do.” My lips kicked up at the corners. “She’s sure, but she just needs time to see that we can work.”
“I know,” I whispered. And I did know.
He kissed me, soothing away the stupid sting of rejection I was feeling that I knew had no right to be there.
“I bought a house,” I blurted out. I’d been itching to talk to him about this, but never found the right moment. Now that things had shifted, I was trying to slow down, and asking him to move in with me was not that. Especially if I was thinking the three of us could move in together. “Well, Sidekick bought a house that is really two houses, so he offered me the other half. We haven’t worked out the details, but I know we can move in soon.”
“Cat told me about it,” he confessed with a shy smile. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something. She mentioned that Sidekick suggested I move in with you, but… don’t feel like you have to offer that to me.”
“But I want to,” I rushed to say. “He actually suggested that you move in and pointedly told me there was an extra room for Cat to crash in. Ya know,” my brows pinched tight as it hit me, “I think he was trying to push me in this direction. Huh. How come it took me so long to get that?”
“No offense, babe, but most of the time you don’t catch onto the simplest things.” He winked at me, but I scowled.
“You can’t say no offense before saying something offensive like it makes it okay! It doesn’t cancel it out.”
He laughed at me while wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips were on my neck. Sweet kisses made a line up to my jaw.
“Forgive me?” he whispered in my ear, causing my body to shudder uncontrollably. His response to my body’s reaction was a deep, throaty chuckle, which made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
He was doing this on purpose.
I should have resisted. Should have reminded him of the time and the plans we had. How those plans involved being around my family, which meant that I did not need to go there smelling like sex.
But I did none of that. Instead, my fingers slid under his shirt where I could touch his smooth, hot skin. I held on, tilting my neck, giving him free rein to place more kisses.
“I fucked myself in the shower before you got here,” I told him, voice dripping with need.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, sounding breathless and just as needy. “Did you think of me?”
“Yes,” I told him, as he brushed his mouth against mine. “I used two fingers. It wasn’t enough.” My tongue darted out to lick the taste of my skin off his lips. “I need you.”
“I know.” His words sounded so confident, so sure. He kissed me, taking control. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside of you.” He grabbed my ass as his hard bulge rubbed over mine.
“Too long,” I said, pulling him back in for another kiss.
“Are you stretched for me?” he asked, breaking his hold on me to turn me around.
“Yes,” I breathed out as I braced my hands on the desk now in front of me. “Don’t make me beg.”
His hands reached around my waist, fingers nimbly undoing my belt and then my pants. In one go, he pushed everything down around my ankles. I was exposed to him. His eyes were burning a hole through me as he stared at me.
“Fucking love your ass,” he growled as he palmed my cheeks and split me open. His thumb brushed over my rim and it fluttered with need. He hummed happily at the sight. “So ready for me.”
I blindly opened the side drawer, dug around for the lube I kept there, then slammed it down on the desktop as if to make a point. I didn’t want to be toyed with. I wanted to be fucked. Hard and deep. I wanted him to drain his balls inside of me. I wanted to feel him for the rest of the night, then when the reminder of this moment started to make me feel empty, I wanted to come home and do it all over again.
