Page 58 of The Sun Will Rise
“Take me home, Ev,” I whisper. He releases his hold on me and takes my hand, all without ever losing contact with my skin. It’s like that single touch point is powering him.
“Come here,” he whispers as we reach his truck. He positions me so my back is to the passenger door, and he pushes me against it as he captures my lips in what is simultaneously the sweetest and dirtiest kiss I’ve ever experienced. One of his hands tangles in the hair at the back of my head, holding my mouth to his, and the other settles on my lower back, right over the letters I had inked there a decade ago. He pulls me into him, impossibly close, and it’s still not enough. It wouldn’t be enough if he were inside my skin.
“I love you, Ruth,” he whispers as he breaks the kiss for air. “Always and forever, it’s you.” He kisses me one more time before opening the door for me, and I hop into the truck, lips tingling. Just the simple act of touching my lips to his has my skin tightening, light and colour erupting behind my eyes. Fireworks exploding up and down the length of my spine. I feel like I might burst out of my skin just from this man’s kiss.
And now, his hand on my thigh—rubbing lazy circles with his thumb as he steers the truck with just one hand hooked over the wheel—isn’t helping the throbbing between my legs. Fuck, I want this man. I want him with everything in me. I want him in spite of everything on the negative side of my pros and cons list. I want him in spite of how much it hurts to be apart from him. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone, or anything. In a way I never knew I could. And it’s terrifying.
And then he looks over and smiles at me.
“Eyes on the road, Cowboy.”
“Can’t help myself,” he says, ducking his chin as he turns back to the long, straight, empty road ahead. “You’re too beautiful. I gotta look.”
I fall in deep, all over again when he smiles at me like that. That boyish grin, the one that says he’s never seen anything like me before. That he’s awestruck. That he’s totally and completely one hundred percentmine.
And in spite of every feminist rally I attended in university, in spite of everyfuck the patriarchyshouted in the mirror of a morning, I am one hundred percent his.
Chapter thirty
Everett
I’m not sure whathappened between kissing Ruth in the parking lot and getting home from town. But something shifted, and whatever tension had been brewing between us snapped the moment we walked into my cabin. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and before I’d even tossed my keys into the bowl by the door, I had her pressed against the wall, muffling a growl with my lips on her throat and one of her legs hitched up around my hips.
We barely break apart for air as we stumble to the bedroom. We both kicked off our shoes somewhere on the stairs, and I’m pretty sure her bra ended up flung over the handrail somewhere. I’m tearing my T-shirt over my head when Ruth pulls her phone from the pocket of her trousers before slipping them off. She taps something on the screen, then flings her arms around my neck again, crashing her lips to mine with a whimper. I swallow the sound, sweeping my tongue against her lips and pushing inside as I lower her down to the bed. We’re both completely naked now, and both wound up into a frenzy.
“Lie back, Ruth. Spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” I crawl up the bed towards her as her knees fall open. My eye immediately catches on something yellow, and all my blood leaves the head at the top of my body and rushes south to the one that lives in my pants. The one currently red and swollen, aching and leaking in my hand. I swallow hard.
“Are you wearing a plug, Ruth?” She nods shyly. She reaches for her phone on my nightstand and opens an app to show me a set of varied vibration controls, including the one currently set togentle pulse.
Fuck.
“Have you been wearing this all day?” Another nod. “On the flight?” A third nod. I settle myself on my knees between hers, cock in my fist. She’s glistening, wet and hungry for me, but I can’t take my eyes off the plug between her cheeks.
“Has it made you come?” Ruth’s eyes close and a light flush rises from her chest to her face. She presses her lips together. “Ruth.” My voice is rougher now, more insistent. Demanding. “Has it made you come?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice coloured with embarrassment.
“How many times?”
“T-twice.”
“I’m two orgasms behind,” I murmur. “Better catch up.” I lean in, inhaling the sweet scent of her, before licking along her seam and eliciting a loud gasp. I can feel the gentle pulsing of the plug rippling through her skin as I begin to flick the tip of my tongue gently against the sensitive bud of nerves, before slipping two fingers easily into her slick, wet heat.
Her moans are damn near obscene, mixed with the wet sound of my fingers fucking her relentlessly, and it’s almost enough to make me come, even though I’m not being touched. I feel the telltale tightening of my skin, the icy warmth spreading through my whole body from its epicentre in my lower spine. The plug in Ruth’s ass vibrates against my fingers as I dip my tongue inside, and as she cries out my name, her fingers tangled and tugging at my hair, it’s all over. I rut my hips into the mattress between her knees as my release takes over, greying my vision and leaving me breathless and shaken.
I’ve never come like that before. Not without being inside Ruth Bevan. Certainly not without her even touching me. A harshfuckfalls from my lips, my face still between her legs, the evidence of her arousal and orgasms smeared over my cheeks and her inner thighs.
“Sweet holy mother of God,” Ruth whispers slowly after a moment of ear-ringing silence. “I can’t feel anything anymore. I think I have ascended.”
“I may have, uh, ascended, too,” I admit.
“Ascended, huh? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Such is the effect this pretty little cunt has on me, baby girl. The effectyouhave on me. I told you, honey. You’re everything.”
I push up onto my knees. I’m covered in my cum, from my thighs to my belly, and I’ve managed to grind it into the bedsheets, too. Ruth stretches, rolling her shoulders and pointing and then flexing her toes before settling again.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby girl.” She’s lying beneath me, knees up and open, baring herself to me. Glistening with a mixture of her own cum and my saliva, a combination I can’t wait to clean from her. “A man could want to tie you up and have his wicked way with that sweet little ass of yours.”
