Bound for Christmas (13 page)

His body began to shake above her, it stopped for a tenth of a second then he came as he slammed his palms flat against the wall above her head board his thick, tangy/sweet cream coated her mouth and throat.

Concentrating, she worked her throat muscles ensuring that she swallowed every drop.

Still semi erect, Evan pulled out of her mouth with a pop. She quickly licked the tip and watched him shiver as he moved away.

Seated next to her, he rested his head on her belly and took in several breaths as one of his hands cupped her breast, fondling the tip.

She allowed him to have his quiet moment, loving the fact that he touched her, wanted to keep a connection with her.

“Thank you,” his voice was heavy with emotion.

She doubted he was thanking her for giving him head. He was a hot male, she figured that plenty of women had performed the act on him with just as much gusto. It had to be something more, something deeper.

“You’re welcome.”

“Now back to our regularly schedule program.”

She giggled. That light female twitter only happened around Evan, he made her feel like an innocent school girl around her first crush.

Moving down her body, he situated himself between her spread thighs. “My, my, my it’s nice to see just how much you are enjoying yourself.”

“Maybe I like this a little.”

Slipping his finger along her slit, he lifted his hand and showed her, her own wetness. “A little?”

She didn’t need to see her arousal coating his hand; she could feel it pooling around all areas of her sex.

    Responding honestly, she said, “I never would have conceived how much I could ever enjoy being tied up, bound and unable to move, totally dependent on a man. This is because of you. Thank you, Evan.”Only pausing a beat, she added, “I love you.”

This time his smile took over his whole mouth. “Then prove it, share your pleasure with me.”

Bowing his head, his clever mouth worked at her pussy; laving and suckling her. His tongue played along her clit, drove inside her sex as one of his cream coated fingers pressed into her ass. She never thought about stopping him, she was his to enjoy in whatever fashion.

Maybe because she knew with all of his demanding control, he would release her the moment she asked without hesitation. Bucking against the mattress she fucked his finger and mouth as they pushed her closer to her edge of paradise.

When finally he lips covered her clit, holding it tight as his tongue flicked rapidly and he buried a second finger in her puckered hole. The deliciously wicked invasion stretched her and made her feel even more taken. As if Evan was declaring his control of her body and soul.

She came in a screaming climax, but Evan continued to push her even further until she came minutes behind it, thrashing and bucking against mouth as she slammed her ass down with greedy urgency on his hand.

When he climbed above her, the haze of pleasure was making her sight and hearing slightly distorted, but registered the moment Evan’s thick girth entered her to the hilt.

Lying upon her, he waited as he played with the hair around her face, brushing away the strands that were around her face.

“Are you back with me now?”

“Mmm, I think so,” she whispered, her voice rough and low from all her screams of ecstasy. Her scent now covered him.

“Good, because I want you alert and completely aware of what is happening as I make love to you.”

“Trust me, I’m always fully aware of you.”  She gazed up at him.

“Just as I’ve been of you since you refused to let me have your seat on the plane.”

“Hey, I paid good money to sit--”

He pulled out and thrust into her hard, stealing her breath. Sliding his hands up her arms, she thought he was going to lace his fingers with her own, as he’d done other times. She was shocked when moments later she felt her bonds slacken.  

Questioning, she stared at him.

“Hold me,” was all he said.

All he needed to say for her to wrap her arms around him as he made love to her until rapture claimed them both again.

Later in the night, as she drifted off to sleep with her head on Evan’s chest she thought about how she’d finally found a man who respected her, pleased and admired her. Her happiness had finally come.

Chapter Eleven

“Your move, Dad.”

“Now, you’re going to see that your Christmas present is going to be me whipping your ass in this game,” his father teased with a smile.

It was Christmas Day, Evan sat across from his father in the living room over a chess board as classic holiday songs played around them. In a week and a half, his father had begun to truly work on keeping his health in line and trying to walk. His gait was far from perfect, and someone still had to be beside him as he shuffled along, but James Douglas was doing a lot better physically. The three months of Lily’s therapy had held strength his muscles even those his dad had no desire to use them before.

Both he and his father had grown and become closer emotionally. There was still a lot they needed to work through but they took it one day at a time.

“Prove it, old man.”

“I hope you men are hungry, because dinner is almost ready.” Zoey stuck her head around the archway leading into the kitchen.

“I’m starving,” his father called out, still analyzing his next move. “My son knows I can’t think on an empty stomach. It’s his way of cheating me.”

“You’re the one that suggested it an hour ago.”

“Okay, boys, if you keep arguing, neither of you are getting desert.”

He and his father made a production of zipping their lips making her laugh. He loved hearing her laughter and having her in his life. The only thing that was left was for him to tell her. Tomorrow started her three days off, but he had a flight. He’d made arrangements for her to get a family pass along each leg of his flight schedule.

The doorbell rung and Zoey’s timer buzzed in the kitchen.

“Do you mind getting that, Evan? I have to pull the turkey out.”

No problem. He rose and purposely passed her as he headed to the door to brush a kiss across her lips. They still kept their contact minimal when she was on duty, but they added in an occasional kiss or hug since it was no longer a secret they were dating.

There was a second ring just as he was pulling open the door. Before him stood a man who was not as tall as him, dressed in a wool coat, sweater and slacks.

“Hi, I was told that Zoey Carliegh works here?” The man accent had a twang to it, revealing a Texan origin.

“She does.” Taking in the man’s features; fair skinned black man with grey eyes and neatly trimmed wavy hair and arched eyebrows. Evan ascertained right off that this man spent too much time on his looks. “You her family?”

A large, over whitened smile appeared on the man’s face. “Sort of. I’m Winston Davenport her husband.”

If a tornado had funneled down, snatched him up and flung him two cities over, Evan would not have felt more ravaged and out of sorts.

Zoey was married.

He didn’t want to invite the guy in, but this Winston guy had more claim to have Zoey in his life than himself. Correction, this man had the right.

“Come in. I’ll get her.” Evan stepped back so the overly polished man could enter.

“Much appreciated.”

When they were in the living room, he introduced the man to his father when all he really wanted to do was kick Winston’s ass back to Texas. Purposely he’d left off the part that the slick man reported being Zoey’s husband.

Leaving the two other men to chat about the weather, Evan went into the kitchen. To find the woman he’d fancied himself loving, who appeared to have kept a major bit of her history from him.

“Oh, Evan tell me that this turkey doesn’t look absolutely delicious.” She asked when he walked into the kitchen.

He never even looked at the bird, just kept his gaze on her. She was as radiant and beautiful as she always appeared. Today she wore red scrubs covered in Christmas trees with a Rudolph hair clip beside her bun.

His silence must have alerted her, because she turned to him. Taking in his lack of smile, her eyes filled with concern. “What’s up, sweetheart, who was at the door?”

“A visitor for you?”

“Is it Clair from the hospital? I hope you don’t mind. She said she’d try and come by today with her baby girl who turned one today.” She set the turkey baster on the counter and started to move passed him.

He took hold of her arm, stopping her from exiting the kitchen. “Winston Davenport is here. He says he’s your husband.”

Her eyes stretched, and her mouth dropped open. “What? That can’t be. How would he know where I work?”

Evan waited for her to scream that the man was a fraud, that she was not married. But, as she babbled on, that one thing never came out. He released her arm.

Flustered she walked through the archway. He followed behind her, not wanting to see their reception, but needing to in order to whip her from his heart.

“Zoe baby!” Winston rounded the chair and crossed the room with his arms open. “You look pretty as ever in your cute little workout outfit.”

Zoey stepped back before Winston could wrap his arms around her, causing her back to slam into Evan’s chest. Evan grabbed her and took hold of her shoulders to steady her.

She turned and thanked him. He wondered how she could look at him with so much trust and love in her light brown eyes when her husband stood before her.

Quickly, Evan stepped away as if burned. She was another man’s wife.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“I’ve missed you.” Winston’s gaze traveled along her body.

Evan ground his teeth together to stifle the growl that was building.

“Doubtful,” Zoey added.

“Why don’t you and…your company.” Evan couldn’t bring himself to call this man her husband. “Take your reunion to another room.” He’d be damned if he was made to stand there and watch another man lust after her.

Zoey glanced at him. Evan looked away.

“Excuse us, gentlemen,” she said quietly as she marched Winston across the room.

Thankfully they went onto the back porch instead of her bedroom.

“What in the hell is going on?” His dad asked as he looked from the back door now closing to Evan.

“Not now, dad.” Evan plowed his hands through his hair. He wanted to strangle something… or someone, like Mister Texan.

“What kind of man let’s a slickster be alone with his woman?” his father grumbled.

“A man that doesn’t get involved in issues between a husband and wife.”

That bit of knowledge rendered his father silent.

*           *           *

“I’ll ask you again, Winston, what the hell are you doing here?” Zoey crossed her arms over her chest, it was cold outside, but her anger at the man before her did a great job of keeping the chill at bay.

“Like I said, I missed you, Zoe baby.” He chuckled. “Now, I will tell you that you made it hard for me to locate you. I never expected you to go back to your maiden name. Thanks to good ole Gertie.”

Of course he didn’t. He figured once he’d
marked
her as his, she wouldn’t want her own identity away from him. But, she had. Damn her auntie for meddling. Now she knew why her mother’s sister kept pressing her to come home for Christmas. “If you would have read the divorce papers I sent to your father’s house maybe you would have.”

“See I paid those papers no mind. How can you divorce a man and he’s not even in court to plead against such nonsense?” He reached out a hand to touch her cheek.

She side-stepped him. There was only one man’s touch she wanted. Even if that man no longer wanted her after she’d not being truthful with him.

“It’s called abandonment which I had every right to seek in the state of Texas once you were gone a year. The fact that you never answered the summons and didn’t leave a forwarding address when you took off with Lulubell helped.”

“That was just a fling. You know that I can’t sit in one place too long.” Standing wide-legged he placed his hands on his hips.

“One place, one job, one relationship. It was the story of our life.” She’d been a fool to marry him. But, she thought she could change him, that if she cared for him she would be enough. She hadn’t.

“Zoe, let’s just go home to Texas. Get another house, maybe start a family.”

She shook her head. “It is over, Winston. I need you to hear me. Three years ago I closed that chapter of my life. We were a mistake.”

“We were good together.”

Her anger of all those years she tried to make their marriage work began to surface. “No I was good to you, but you treated me like shit. Ran around, put me down and when your daddy refused to support you any longer you drained down my savings from my grandparents for my college. When that ran out so did you.”

“You make me sound heartless, when I made you something in our town,” he declared pointing a finger at her.

“When all I wanted to be was your wife. Someone you loved and cared for and respected.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but three years ago she had promised herself she would
never
cry over him again. Squeezing her fists tight she fought to keep them back.

“Let’s be honest, Winston, you only wanted me because I was the best catch. Looked good on your arm.”

“If that is true then why am I here now?”He threw his arms up at his side.

“The hell if I know or care. I’m sure there’s some catch but I don’t want to hear it.” She shifted, ready to leave.

“Daddy won’t give me my inheritance unless you come back,” he whined.

There was the truth.

“Kiss my ass, Winston. Turning she moved to the screen and pulled it open. “You have two minutes to walk out that back gate and my life before I call the cops and have you arrested for harassment. We can see how long it takes your father to come from Texas to spring you from a North Carolina jail.”

With that, she opened the door and entered the house without looking back.

In the living room, she noticed immediately that Mr. Douglas was alone reading a war fiction book on the couch. The atmosphere had changed, the cozy and festive mood now gone even with the Christmas music still playing low in the background.