Evan's Addiction (31 page)

     Tears pricked at my eyes again at his tender touch, apology, and
at what he’d done for me today. “I wasn’t really mad at you, per-say…I just
wished I could have been the one to beat the crap out of him.”

     The corner of his lip lifted. “How about I hold his arms and let
you go at it? I bet a couple dozen nut punts would make you feel tons better.”

     I grinned at his offer, and the visual, and couldn’t deny that it
would. “That
would
eliminate years of therapy. Afterwards can we tie him
to the flag pole naked and write slurs all over his body with permanent ink?”

     “I say we go one better and tattoo them on; that’s even more
permanent.” He was grinning but his eyes were sober.

     My chest constricted. “That does sound better. We’ll have to put
it on your to-do list right after me.” The words flew from my mouth without
thought and I stiffened at how stupid I was sometimes. 

     Evan’s brows rose in surprise and then he laughed and his forehead
settled back on mine as he glared at me with heated humor. “That’s a date.”

     I quirked my eyebrow teasingly. “What would we do for our second
one, because I don’t think we could top that?”

     “With both our brains on the task I think we could come up with a
never ending supply of innovative things to do. We’d just have to be careful so
we don’t get arrested.” His humor faded to solemnity. “Speaking of
illegal…while I love that you were doing what you could to get back at those
douche-dicks I don’t want to see you go to jail.”

     “I know how to hide my tracks. I’m not going to go to jail.” I
proclaimed with only a tad of arrogance.

     “Shaw, everyone makes mistakes and all it takes is one. Don’t put
yourself in that position because of those assholes.”

     My lips thinned and I jerked up out of the bed. “You could have
gone to jail for fighting with him so don’t be a hypocrite.”   

     Evan grabbed my hand before I could get far. Sitting on the edge
of my bed he pulled me between his legs, clinching my waist. “The guys were
hostile and confrontational. I had just cause.”

     I rolled my eyes. “What are you, a lawyer?”

     His expression was tight but a smile popped out at my retort. “I
have been dealing with a lot of them in the last several months while working
for Dan. At any rate, I think after today you probably won’t have too much
trouble with them anymore.”

     My eyes narrowed at his tone because it had held a heavy dose of
future retribution rather than past ass-kicking enjoyment. “Did you do
something else besides kick their asses?”

     Innocence washed over his face way too quickly. “If I did are you
going to be mad at me all over again?”

     I frowned. “I don’t know…probably. You make me mad a lot. What did
you do?”

     Instead of looking troubled by that he laughed and squeezed my
waist causing my heart to riot. “I made a call to the head of their Fraternity
and informed them that if they didn’t get their assholes in check they would be
looking at a huge civil suit and a shut down of their House.”

     I stared at him skeptically. “I doubt if that scared them. I’m one
girl.” A girl who’d had to come up with her own name.

     “You’re one girl who’s owed a favor from Dan McKay, and his name
makes people jump.”

     I stared at Evan with not a small amount of astonishment. After
I’d been a bitch to him he’d still used his resources to ensure my harassment
was going to end, and he’d even made it sound like it was because of something
I’d done. He was really starting to melt my insides.

     Tilting my head I studied him. “Well, tell Dan and anyone else who
might have helped…Thanks.”

     “No problem.” Eyes solemn, he studied me. “Why does that ass,
Ford, have a problem with you? I know guys who’ve lied about having had sex
with girls they haven’t, but I’ve never known one to enlist so many other guys
to lie about it.”

     Stiffening, I looked over his head as shame burned through me. I
didn’t like discussing that time in my life. “I guess he didn’t like being told
‘no’ thinking I’d said ‘yes’ to someone else.” I stated as succinctly as I
could.

     “You said something earlier about wishing you hadn’t done anything
with him; do I take that to mean you did go out with the guy at one point?” He
pressed.

     Anger rose up alongside the shame and I pulled from his grip once
more. “What, like a date? I don’t think what I did with him or anyone ever fell
in the parameters of a date. I wasn’t worthy of a date, just a hook-up. He
taught me just one more lesson on how stupid I was to trust anyone.” Evan
snagged my hand and jerked me back, but this time folded me into his lap. “What
the hell, Evan? You’re awfully handsy tonight. Quit hauling me around.” I
growled, struggling in his hold.

     “You are not stupid, or unworthy.” He growled back forcefully, and
that had me pausing in my thrashing. “I think you’ve had shit luck with people,
but that doesn’t make you stupid.”

     I snorted. “It’s not just shit luck; it’s like I’m the shit and
the fly’s converge.”

     His grip tightened and suddenly he’d shifted me to where I was
straddling him, and then his mouth was on mine, hot and aggressive. Electric
desire shot everywhere taking the place of my anger, and I was kissing him back
without any thought of refusal.

     Maybe he’d changed his mind about having sex? If he had I was all
for it.

     I began rocking on his lap but then Evan pulled away eyeing me
with heated, incensed eyes. “Don’t talk about yourself that way. Whenever you
do I’m going to kiss the hell out of you to shut you up.”

     I sneered back. “Now you’re being stupid, because I like it when
you kiss the hell out of me.”

     He was breathing hard after that kiss…
so was I
…and his eyes
flared at my confession. Hauling me close again to where his hardness was back
in the junction of my thighs he rocked forward causing tiny explosions of bliss
to shoot from my core.

     Taking my bottom lip he pulled it into his mouth and gave it a
long suckle before releasing it. “I mean it, Shaw. Don’t talk about yourself
that way. What I do to you will be pleasurable, but it will be a torturous
pleasure that will make you learn your lesson.”

     My stomach and womb clenched so violently it nearly caused me to
have a mini-orgasm. Leaning into him and pushing my aching breasts into his
hard chest I nipped at his ear and whispered, “Unfortunately, I’m one of those
people who have to learn their lessons by example. Why do you think I’m so
cynical?” I sucked on his earlobe like he did my lip.

     Groaning, Evan’s hips punched up into me. I was spun and laid out
on my bed again in one second flat, and then my shirt was up, my bra was down,
and his mouth was devouring my breasts. I gave a surprised cry of pleasure as
his lips, teeth and tongue went wild on my aching flesh; his tongue laved and
circled, his teeth nipped, and his lips sucked and pulled. Soon I couldn’t
control the sounds coming out of my mouth or the responses from my own body; I
cried, whimpered, and mewled, while my body squirmed frenziedly.

     “Damn, you’re fucking perfect.” He groaned around my flesh.

     It wasn’t just my breasts he was playing with. His hand was down
my pants yet again, sliding through the wetness I could feel spilling out of
me. He was thrusting his finger into me and then pulling out to circle my
pulsating nub, and then doing it again, and again, and again…

     Everything he was doing was torture. I was pulling him closer one
second and then pushing away the next. I don’t know how long he tormented me;
minutes, hours, days, but my breasts and sex had combined to become one large
nerve that screamed for reprieve.

     Then suddenly I exploded, and it was soul-shattering. I screamed
at the indescribably, agonizing ecstasy of it.

     “Shitttt!” Evan groaned into my throat and his body went rigid on
mine at the same time his hips pressed into my thigh. I felt his hard cock
pulse through both my pants and his and then a warm wetness.

     Weary and boneless I slumped, trying to catch my breath, and Evan
lay just as still panting on top of me. This was the second time he’s gone out
of his way to give me an orgasm without asking me to do it for him.

     “You sure showed me.” I croaked after awhile.

     “Don’t you forget it.” He grunted into my neck.

     Warmth and happiness filled my chest and I tried to contain it.
While being with Evan wasn’t leaving a bad taste in my mouth like it had with
those other guys, I couldn’t allow myself to soften too much. Last time we’d
done this he’d stabbed me in the chest. Hell, now that he’d gotten off, even if
it was accidently, he was probably ready get out of here. It was standard guy
procedure; get off, get gone. 

     Evan lifted his head off my chest and frowned at me. “Why did you
just stiffen up under me? What’s wrong?”

     I put a blank expression on my face. “It’s nothing…the situations
just weird, and Carrie and Nic are in the other room.” I’d thrown that out as
an excuse but now that I think about it, it
was
embarrassing. I knew how
thin these walls were and they had to have heard me with how loud I’d been.  

     My face heated even more and Evan smirked. “Actually, I think I
heard a door close right after your first scream so no worries there.”

     “Great.” Closing my eyes I dropped my head on the bed in
mortification. “I don’t know why I’m embarrassed, I’ve heard worse, and more,
from them.”

     Evan snickered and moved off me to lie on his side next to me. I
peaked at him to see his head cupped in his hand staring down at me. It
appeared he wasn’t planning on going anywhere any time soon. I shifted my bra
and shirt over my still sensitive breasts in further awkwardness. 

     “Is that how you entertain yourself at night?” He grinned.

     “No!” I exclaimed. God, could my face get any redder. Evan’s grin
widen. I pointed to my earplugs on my bedside table. “I stick those things in
at night, or my earbuds on during the day, or hum loudly if neither are readily
available.” I turned on my side facing him.

     His expression turned curious. “You look uncomfortable. Are you
feeling weird because of what we did?”

     “A little bit.” I admitted. “The only guy I’ve sat around and
talked to in bed with is David.”

     Evan scowled. “I know you guys never did anything, and that he’s
gay, but that still bothers me for some reason.”

     It seemed David had been spilling further secrets, but I let that
one go since it was his secret to tell.

     “He’s bi…remember.” I retorted. He chuckled and I noted his
fingers were messing with my hair once again. “You’re always playing with my
hair. What do you find so fascinating about it?” Because I found it utterly
unmanageable. 

     Still grinning he pulled off my scrunchy causing my mass of curls
to explode out like a confetti popper. “You’re hair is like wild fire and
reminds me of you; untamed and beautiful.”

     I shifted uncomfortably at his compliment pushing my hair off my
face. “Are you a pyro, because wild fire is not beautiful; it’s destructive?” I
knew I wasn’t all that beautiful either. I’d been told many times growing up
that I was a weird looking kid.  

     “I think all of nature’s behaviors are astonishing to see;
erupting volcanos, tornados, hurricanes…Sure, they’re destructive, but they are
still beautiful in their own way.”

     He had a point. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near one of those,
but observing them from a safe distance, like my computer, was pretty
awe-inspiring. “I could see you as one of those storm chaser guys. Driving…no
racing into the thick of a perilous situation and risking your life just to get
a few pictures.” I smirked at having plugged his racing fetish in there.

     “I could see me doing that too, but my mom would kill me. And then
she’d tie me to a chair.”

     “Dead, or would she stuff you first.” I giggled, shocking
myself…because I didn’t giggle. Must be because of my nervousness.

     One of Evan’s hands had moved to the dip of my waist and he gave
me a soft squeeze as his eyes twinkled with humor and burned with heat.
“Definitely stuffed; can’t let this exceptional form of perfection rot away.”

     My inner muscles clenched in renewed arousal from his touch and
the glow in his eyes. I can’t believe after two orgasms that my body was still
humming for more. What he was able to do to me wasn’t normal.

     “She shouldn’t tie you to a chair then, she should mount you over the
fireplace for all to admire and bow down to.” I mocked huskily.

     Evan’s expression suddenly turned somber. “Speaking of my mother…I
wanted to thank you for getting all that information on Kyle.”

     I inhaled in shock. “Oh my, god. I completely forgot about that.
How did you get it?” I remembered leaving them on the desk in my hotel room.   

     “The hotel mailed them to Dan who handed them off to me when he
noticed the name on them.” His hand came up to trace my eyebrow and the tender
expression on his face had something fluttering in my chest. No one had ever
looked at me that way. “You’re pretty awesome, you know that; going out of your
way to do that, and getting it done in one day. I don’t know anyone else who
would have done that for someone they’ve known for such a short time, and
another they don’t know at all.”

     My face and body got even hotter at his praise and all I could do
was give a small self-conscious shrug.

     Evan smirked. “So, how were you able to get
this
person
you know
to obtain the information so quickly?” 

     That was said rather markedly. “They just owe me a few favors.” I
hedged. When Evans’ brows rose disbelievingly I knew he knew. “Okay, okay, yes,
it was me. And now you know too much so I’m going to have to kill you.” 

     Laughing, he cupped my chin and kissed me…while laughing. It was
still a great kiss. “You are too adorable, Red.”     

     “There you go thinking I’m kidding again. Won’t you be surprised
when you wake up stuffed and on my mantle.” I really hoped I wasn’t staring at
him stupidly, because it sure felt like I was. This moment was kind of surreal.

     He laughed harder and dove into my neck kissing me there and I
burst out in uncontrollable joyful giggles while pushing at him half-heartedly.
He always made me feel so alive, more alive than I’d ever felt, and good, and
special…he pulled all sorts of emotions from me.

     “Thanks for what you did for my mom, Shaw.”

     His whisper on my neck was like a warm caress down my spine.

     “No problem.” I gave him the same words he’d given me earlier.

     “And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

     I inhaled the scent of him. Nothing had ever smelt so good. “I’ve
got nothing better to do.” Except make my own noose.

     He snorted into my neck.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

EVAN

     Pulling into the nearest parking spot I turned off the engine and
stepped out locking the doors behind me while striding toward the entrance of
the building I had my next meeting at. As I was about to open the door my cell
gave a buzz from my pocket. Pulling it out I gave it a quick glance, strangely
hoping to see Shaw’s name, and was unexpectedly disappointed when I saw Nic’s
instead.

     The girl had been in my head all day, taking up all my thoughts.
I’d hoped once I’d fixed things with her I might get a reprieve from obsessing
about her all the time, but I hadn’t. She was still in there, and now there was
more to reflect on, because last night had been…incredible. Hanging out with
someone had never been as fun, or felt more right.

     Stepping into the building I answered Nic’s call. “Hey, what’s
up?”

     “Spill everything, douche-tool.”

     I muffled my laughter at his threatening growl. “Okay, it was
me
that saran-wrapped your toilet.”

     There was a moment’s pause from his end. “I knew it.” He grumbled.
“But that’s not what I meant. What happened with you and Shaw last night?”

     I still had ten minutes until my meeting so I stepped off into a
corner to finish this call in more privacy. “We talked and straightened things
out, so you’re going to be seeing me around the apartment a lot.”

     Another short pause ensued, and then disbelief. “Shaw is actually
okay being one of your monthly amusements?”

     I tensed at his terminology. Shaw definitely wasn’t going to be a
monthly amusement, but I could see why he would phrase it like that. My past
relationships did customarily last only four weeks, or less.

     “No, Shaw’s different.”

     “Yeah, I was the one that first told you that, dickwad.” He
snorted.

     “You did.” I agreed with a chuckle.

     “That’s cool. I just hope you really mean that and aren’t setting
her and yourself up for disappointment?”

     I scowled and even though I knew where he was going I asked. “What
do you mean?”

    He sighed from his end. “Landon and I were notorious for our
one-night-stands and hook-ups, but you are known for going out with a girl for
a short while and getting bored quickly. I don’t want to see Shaw upset all
over again at the end of four weeks because you and she thought you could do
more. You were a bear these last few weeks; how you going to feel later down
the road hurting her again?”

     The last thing I wanted to do was heap more disappointment on
Shaw; just the thought of it had my chest constricting and gut rolling. And while
I did have some deep-seated concerns that I wasn’t made for a long-term
relationship there was something about her that was making it impossible for me
to walk away. She didn’t think she was made for one either, but I knew that was
probably a result from all the disillusionments in her life. When she’d called
herself ‘shit’ last night I could see that she really believed it and that had
gutted me, and made me angry as hell at all the people that had chipped away at
the soul of such an amazing person. 

     “You’re acting like it’s a forgone conclusion, Nic. I told you;
Shaw’s different. She’s the only woman that’s stimulated me more than
physically, and she even does that better than anyone else.”

     He coughed out a laugh. “Yeah, Carrie and I heard a little of that
last night. She wanted to interrupt to make sure Shaw was consenting but I
convinced her not to since we didn’t hear a ‘
no’
or a ‘
stop’
, and
when it started again we decided to leave you to it.”

     Good thing they left because Shaw had tossed out of few of those
during the second round of me torturing her, and my cock hardened remembering
it. I turned to face the window.

     Clearing my throat I grumbled. “Yeah, Shaw mentioned how thin the
walls are. Did you know she’s been wearing earplugs when you two go at it?”

     Nic laughed. “Yeah…mortified Carrie enough that she tried making
no noise at all for awhile, but I wasn’t having any of that. I love…never
mind.”

     I laughed this time. “Hey, our walls might me better quality, but
they aren’t concrete. We know what you love.”

     “Shut it.” He growled.

     That only made me laugh harder. The guy did not like people
thinking about Carrie naked or having sex. If he wasn’t screwing her silly I
would think he was her father.

     “We might have to come up with a schedule so we’re not listening
to each other while in the middle of doing the deed. That might get awkward. It
would only be background porn noises to me, but the girls may have problem with
it.”

     “I agree with Shaw, you are a perv.” He grumbled.

     I scoffed. “Don’t even tell me it would hamper you, because I
wasn’t born yesterday.”

     “Listen jackass, I just wanted to find out if you two had
straightened things out. I’m glad to hear you did.” Nic exclaimed changing the
subject. “I do see a difference in you around Shaw so I know she’s not like the
others. I just had to say my peace because I don’t want to see either of you
hurt; you’re like a brother, and Shaw’s become a good friend. Since hanging
around you she’s even mellowed some so I think you two might actually be good
for each other.”

     I smiled, liking the idea that I might be softening her edges. I
just hoped it wasn’t too much because I liked some of her sharpness. I
definitely wanted to hear her laugh more; witnessing it had lifted a lot of the
weight I’d been carrying around.

     “Just to let you know, I’m coming over again tonight. I’m going to
take her to dinner and then hopefully we’ll be making out on the couch later,
so if you want to make yourself scarce I’d appreciate it.”

     Nic scoffed this time. “Making out? Is that what I heard last
night?”

     “What you thought you heard wasn’t what you thought.” And that was
all I was going to say on that. “We’re taking it slow. Shaw deserves slow.” She
did; she deserved a whole hell of a lot, and I wanted to be the one to hand it
to her on a silver platter.

     I heard a sniff on the other end. “You had me at
slow
,
cocktease, you had me at…slow.”

     I rolled my eyes at his movie reference. “You are so lame,
jackwad.” I hung up on his laughter.

∞                   
∞                    ∞

     I stood outside Shaw’s apartment door surprisingly nervous. Before
I’d left last night I’d asked Shaw if I could take her to dinner tonight for
our first official date. I wasn’t going to wait for the weekend and give her
time to develop any qualms about it. She’d said ‘
okay’
with a pretty
pink blush blooming over her cheeks, and that I was able to bring that bashful color
to her face tripped my heart because most of the time she acted so hardcore.

     Today I’d texted her informing her I was taking her out to a nice
restaurant for our date so she should dress accordingly. She’d texted back that
I didn’t have to go all out but I’d replied with a firm; ‘
Yes I do’
. I’d
gotten a ‘tongue out’ emoticon in return which had given me a good chuckle.

     Shaking my hands and blowing out a deep breath I knocked on the
door. Five seconds later it opened and my dick did its customary happy dance at
the sight of her.

     Damn, she was beautiful. She had on the same yellow summer dress
she’d worn to Landon’s and Maya’s pre-wedding dinner and it looked just as
amazing on her; showing off her slim waist, long legs, and luscious breasts.
The only thing I was lamenting was her hair…it was confined again. It looked
great; swept up in some kind of loose twist with loose curls falling
everywhere, but I loved it more when it was down and free.

     My memories shifted to how she looked naked, lying underneath me;
the taste of her skin, the feel of her breasts, the heat between her thighs…Oh
shit, what a way to start the night. I was now hard as steel.

     “You look beautiful.” I stopped eating her up with my gaze and met
her eyes.

     Her cheeks bloomed and her green eyes shifted down at her dress
and back up to me as she plucked at the skirt of the dress. “The only dresses I
have are the two I wore at the wedding. Is this fine or should I put the other
one on?”   

     I grinned at her noticeable nervousness, and at finding out she
wasn’t a dress girl. Not that it hadn’t been apparent before her revelation;
most of the time Shaw patently scoffed at dressing appropriately.

     “That dress is perfect.” I held out the orchids I’d picked up on
the way. “Here, I got these for you.”