Page 37 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
He toed off his boots and stepped out of his pants, moving closer to me so he could tilt my chin up. “Chaos, I would jump in front of that car every damn time if it meant saving your life. Every single time. I won’t apologize for that, ever.” He paused. “You mean a lot to me, and if anything hurt you, if I’d been too slow, I’d never forgive myself. Never. This?” He waved a hand dismissively at his hip. “This means nothing when it's your life on the line. I… I love you, Aviva.”
Fuck. Now I was really crying. I buried my face in his bare chest. “I love you too. I’d be really fucking mad if you died being a damn hero, got it? Like, I will get one of those ghost medium people to summon your ass from the afterlife, drag you back to the human realm and then tear you a new one.”
His chest vibrated with a chuckle. “If anyone could do it, Chaos, it’d be you.”
Tilting my chin back up, he kissed my cheeks softly, tasting my tears. Then he kissed both of my eyelids, and finally my lips. The kiss was… everything.
When I first started dating, my mother told me that there would be moments, and kisses, that you’d remember forever, despite how the relationship panned out. They weren’t just firsts, even though usually those memories stuck around too. Sometimes, it was the one hundredth kiss. Sometimes, it was just an embrace on a boardwalk.
This kiss, it was one of those. Evan’s hands were gentle where they spanned across my back, holding me close to his body as his lips traced mine. There was a world of feeling in the touch, and it said he cherished me.
He bent down to scoop me up, and I froze. “Wait.”
He stilled instantly, his expression shuttering. Oh shit, did he think I was rejecting him right now?
I shook my head. “You’re injured, dummy. You don’t need to heft me around like a sack of potatoes. I can find my way to your bedroom just fine.” Grabbing his hand, I pulled him along. “With the added bonus that you get to watch my ass as we walk.”
Evan grunted something, and when I looked over my shoulder, he was doing exactly that. I turned so he couldn’t see my frown at his slow gait; he was obviously more injured than he was letting on. We moved into his darkened bedroom, which was still basic, like he was expecting to leave any moment.
“I hate to break this to you, but we aren’t having sex right now. You can barely walk, Evan.”
He frowned. “It’s just a contusion—blood pooling below the surface. Besides, I don’t need to walk for this.”
I gave him a stern look. “You should be resting up.”
“I’ll ice it after. I need you, Chaos.” The admission seemed pained, and I felt Florence Nightingale leaving my body and being replaced by someone inherently more sinful.
“Lie down,” I ordered, catching the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head..
He pushed off his boxers with a raised brow, but did as he was told. God, he was fucking beautiful, even multicolored. I shed my own clothes, which weren’t much—only Hendrick’s shirt and some boyshort underwear—but soon enough, we were both gloriously naked.
He sat back on his bed, before lying down with a wince. Yeah, I knew it was hurting more than he was admitting.
“You saved me today,” I said softly, putting a knee onto the end of the bed.
“Sampson did too.” I shook my head. Silly man, couldn’t even take a compliment when it was due. “Are you sure your arm is okay? I don’t want you to hurt more.”
“Sampson gets his reward later. You get yours right now.” I laid my lips gently over the huge contusion on his thigh. It scared the hell out of me. My lips barely brushing it, I moved upwards to his hip. “I’m on so many painkillers, you could cut my arm off at this point and I probably wouldn’t feel it.” I laid the same soft kisses over the swollen skin, bruised and battered.
“Chaos, blood is pooling somewhere way more fun right now,” he grunted, and I could feel the head of his swollen cock against my chest. I grinned up at him, letting the mirth chase away the fear and worry.
“Hush, I’m kissing your boo-boos.” But I moved down to the head of his dick and kissed the tip, letting my tongue flick out across it in the way I knew he liked.
“Chaos,” he moaned, and I loved it. I slowly slid him between my lips until he bottomed out in my throat. His hands tangled in my hair as I went to town, sucking him down with enthusiasm, though not always a lot of skill. This shit was hard with one good arm.
He made a pained noise, and I looked up, worried that he was hurting.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come,” he groaned.
Aw, baby, I wasn’t stopping. His fingers tightened in my hair a second before the splash of hot, salty liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed him down, looking up at him and licking my lips.
“Come here.” He pulled me up roughly and kissed me, despite the fact that I probably tasted like cum. “I don’t know how the fuck I got the good karma of meeting you, but I’m so fucking happy.”
Yeah, me too.
Despite the fact Evan had pouted about it, I’d told him there’d be absolutely no fucking until his hip was better. I’d gone and grabbed a ice pack—I felt like us owning ice packs and not frozen peas really said something about the life they led—then curled up against him and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, he was gone, but I was surprised as hell to see a sleepy-looking Sampson beside me.
