Embracing Everly (16 page)

I grinned up at her, having so many things running through my screwed up head. I grabbed her hair and pushed it all to one side and rested it over her shoulder. “Feel free to try now, but I make no promises Pedro will deliver just yet.” Everly’s gaze had stayed with me for several beats before she kissed my chin, my cheek, until they stilled on my lips, lingering.

“Pedro, huh?” she giggled softly at the name. “I’ll see what I can do.” I closed my eyes, moaning as she slipped down my body, her tongue finding its way slowly until she had my barely hard cock in her mouth. “Well, hello there, Pedro.” My hands gripped her hair as she teased me, tugging on the barbell gently with her teeth and then running her tongue up and down my shaft. My cock instantly reacted to her ploys, ready for round two.

“Well, look at that. I guess I am ready.” Damn if she didn’t get me going again.

Her body slinked back up my chest until her lips grazed mine with a devious smile. “I think Pedro likes me.”

“I think Pedro loves you. You must have a magic mouth, baby,” I whispered just before she disappeared again.

I felt her smiling the entire way down my stomach as she peppered kiss after soft kiss until she found her target. Her mouth was magic indeed.

THE POUNDING OF
the door woke me. I reached out for Everly, pulling her close to me. “Ev, open the door,” douchebag pounded. “I forgot my key, baby,” he continued. I looked at the clock to notice it was after three in the morning.

Everly stirred beside me, and I knew I had to make a decision. Go shut him the fuck up, or wake her and let her deal with him. Since I didn’t consider myself to be a complete asshole, I crept from the warmth of her covers and slipped on my jeans.

The yelling stopped, and I hoped he’d gone. I opened the door just in case only to find him sitting on the floor with a bottle of Jack in his hands. No such luck.

“You,” he slurred, when he glanced up. He took in my naked chest and tried to stand. “You fucking prick.” He grabbed at my leg, but I kicked him away.

I reached down, hauling his ass up by his collar. “You listen to me, asshole, you are going to leave her alone. You got me? You fucked up, and now she’s mine. Get out of here before I do something to you that trust me, there’s nothing bouncing back from.”

“I’m gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You can’t have her. She’s mine.” he grabbed for me again.

“Give it your best shot, asshole. Now get out.” I threw him down hard; his head hitting the floor. “Prick,” I muttered, and then turned, shutting the door to make my way back to bed with Everly. I probably didn’t deserve to be there, but he definitely didn’t belong there. I liked the feeling too much that sat inside my chest to question what she saw in me right now, so I was just going to roll with it.

Everly slept like the damn dead. That was one of the things I learned that night. The other thing I realized is that I pretty much said goodbye to my heart in that bed. I was placing a bet on her with my life. She had it her hands now. And I was pretty damn sure I never wanted it back.

MICK WAS GONE
when I woke. I rolled over hoping to wind him up for another round of loving, but came up empty. Panicked at the thought, I sat up hoping to hear him clanging around in the kitchen or the bathroom, but again… nothing. I flopped back down, smothering my face with the pillow ready to burst into tears, thinking he had already had enough when I heard the crinkle of paper. Once I found it buried under one of the blankets, I read it quickly.

Angel-

Hell of a night. Let’s do it again later on. Had some errands to run.

I’ll stop by later.

Mick

XO

Unable to contain the smile that swept across my face seeing the little kisses and hugs at the end of his letter. I reached over for his pillow needing to have a little piece of him. The case had the lingering smells of his cologne mixed with a little soap, and my heart picked up some remembering the night before, and how safe and loved I felt wrapped up in his arms. He cuddled me all night long. Who knew the guy who couldn’t even count on two hands the number of his conquests was a snuggler. I couldn’t remember the last time I was held like he was afraid to let go. I knew he did because I woke up once in the middle of the night to pee, and his body was nestled snug against mine, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, like he was holding me prisoner. I loved it so much I never made it to the bathroom.

That day I realized it had been way too long since I had heard from my dad, and it had me a tad on edge. After class, I headed home to rifle through all the documents he had sent me before he had left for Europe. Inside was a photo of me when I was little sitting on a man’s lap smiling up at him, along with some money and a card with a contact name on it. I flipped over a picture to see my mother’s scribble written on the back. Dawson and Everly-1998. I remembered that dress. It was my third birthday, and Dawson had gotten me the biggest stuffed animal he claimed he could find. I smiled remembering him and that day. Without hesitation, I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Some woman picked up, so I left my name and number with her asking for him to call me back. Hoping he’d get the message. It had been a long time since I had heard that name, or thought of him, but I also knew he was someone important to my father at one time, important enough for him to bring him back into my life.

I HAD OFF
for the second night in a row since it was Spring Break, and it was like living in a ghost town around campus. I’d been here for three years and made a few friends, but not ones that took college seriously, or my goals and determination seriously enough to hang out with. Most of the girls I met had only three things on their minds—frat boys, booze, and sex. I was never that girl who needed to share private information as we did each other’s hair or gushed over what boy we liked and how big or small the size of his penis was. Over the years, friends came and went. This never bothered me. My father begged me to make more friends, meet new people, but I was so content playing and writing music night after night, and hitting the books that I barely noticed the lack of female companionship.

Boyfriends had been different. I tried, I did but falling in love knowing I was leaving wasn’t at the top of my list either. I never wanted to be that girl who gave up her dreams for a guy. I played the dutiful girlfriend when asked. I went to some of Charlie’s frat parties, and I could have gone to more but it was always weird; like they knew something that I didn’t know. Girls looked at me like, ‘oh, you stupid, stupid girl,’ and the brother’s ‘oh, you poor, poor thing.’ I hated going, so I stopped. I wish I’d figured it all out earlier that they were trying to tell me something. Charlie came to see me or we’d meet up somewhere for a date and end up in bed at the end of it. That was our relationship, and I was fine with it at the time. Now it was just one big ass regret.

I just finished showering after returning from getting my brows and nether regions done when I heard the knock on the door. I threw a robe on and hurried to look out the peephole. An instant smile tugged at the corners of my mouth watching him restlessly stand outside, running his hand through his hair like he was nervous to see me.

I whipped the door open not wanting him to wait too long. “Hey, I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”

His gaze immediately left my eyes and slipped down at the sash holding my robe closed. “I see I got here just in time, too.” Mick kicked the door closed and whisked me over to the couch, nudging me until I fell gently down on the cushions.

“Hey, I was getting ready to paint my toes,” I objected pretending not to be interested in what he was planning.

He tugged at the sash holding my robe together, letting it slip away. “I’ll make you a deal. Spread your legs now, Angel, and I’ll paint them after.” This was new to me. Not just the ordering, but also the sexual act getting ready to happen. Since I just washed and had been freshly waxed it put me at ease that I was well situated below. Somewhat. It wasn’t that any of the two guys I had been with hadn’t tried this. They did, but I could never do it. I’d always pull them away and busy myself with them to make them forget about it. But, I had feeling Mick wasn’t giving me a choice with the cocked eyebrow and the don’t-even-think-about-saying-no-look, so as nervous as I felt, I spread my legs a few inches.

His lips touched mine as he rested his elbows on either side of me. “You ready?”

“No,” I eked out, nerves winning over the desire for him to enlighten me with what I had been missing all this time.

“First time?” He pulled away, looking baffled.

I nodded slightly. “I’m a little scared. I don’t know if I’ll enjoy it because I’m so embarrassed for you to… you know. And you probably have done this like a hundred times and well, what if I don’t do it right?” I was rambling as he watched me like he was mystified at my admission.

He looked at me for a long moment, and then those damn dimples popped out with his smile. “I might have a trick or two up my sleeve to break the ice. And, Angel, trust me you’ll like it, and I’ll like it.”

He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes aside before he stared down at me lying on the couch opened for him. He leaned over; his hand softly skimming my cheek. “Ev, I promise I’ll take care of you.” His hands came down on my thighs, his eyes lifted and were now filled dark with desire. The next thing I knew, I felt my legs being pushed wider and then his tongue gliding through my soaked folds as I gripped the throw pillow trying to hold on for dear life.

“Oh, God!” I moaned, unable to hold it back as his tongue plunged inside of me, licking and sucking with eagerness pulling me quickly over the edge. This was so good. So good I couldn’t believe I passed it up for so long. But at the same time I was glad I was able to give him one thing that no other had gotten from me.

His hands slipped underneath me, lifting my ass off the couch, his lips sucking, and his tongue thrusting as I twined my legs around his shoulders ready to be set off. “Oh, Mick,” I whimpered feeling all the sensations piling up one over the other as he pressed his thumb up and rubbed against my definite no-no zone.

I wanted him to stop, but I wanted this feeling to last all night too. My hands gripped his hair, pulling. “Mick, come here.”

He nibbled on my soaking wet folds and then kissed his way up my belly until his lips met mine. “Taste yourself. Sweet as honey,” he murmured, parting my lips with his tongue. I stared up at him, dazed and panted with pleasure as his tongue skated inside my mouth.

I flinched as the piercing on the head of his cock entered me. “You still scared now?” he whispered devilishly in my ear.

“No.”

“Good. I never want you to be scared or embarrassed with me, Angel.” He paused to peck my lips. “God.” He slowly sank in and out. “You feel so damn good.” His hips shifted, causing a deep moan to rise from my throat.

“Ev, get your legs around me, babe.” He lifted one leg, lowering himself onto his elbows, slowly sliding in and out until we both exploded, unable to hang on any longer.