Evan's Addiction (76 page)

     I held off as long as I could, powering through the torture and pleasure
of it, until I couldn’t hold off any longer. With a long groan of my own I drove
deep, grinding into her tight, hot depths and came so fucking hard the
intensity of it made me light-headed. When it finally began to wane I sprawled
on top of her in dizzy depletion, nuzzling her into her neck, as my hips
continued to rock instinctively into her seeking every last drop of pleasure it
could from her body.

     It just kept getting better with her.

     After awhile I shifted so I was just off to the side of her but
still partially on top of her. I wanted her to be able to breathe, but I didn’t
want to entirely break the embrace we were in.

     “You are going to kill me.” I gasped through my heavy breathing. 

     Shaw’s breath’s puffed against my chest. Her fingers traced over
my tattoo and played with my nipple…
damn minx, getting me charged up again
…while
I lazily stroked over her damp side and breast…
okay, I wasn’t any better
.

     She was relaxed and I smiled at the knowledge. It was getting
easier for her to cuddle with me. Growing up and being deprived of affectionate
hugs and touches had made it at first difficult for her to completely loosen
up, but everyday I was showing her what she deserved.       

     “I’ve always said; nothing worth’s doing unless you kill each
other doing it.” Shaw pressed her face into my chest and I could feel her smile
against my heated skin.  

     I chuckled…
isn’t that the truth
…and moved my hand down to
her ass to give it a squeeze. “How did your day go? Did you have to put any
other idiots in their place today?”

     I know Shaw could take care of herself, but I didn’t like that she
had to deal with the morons of the world without me by her side supporting her.
It really made me appreciate the anxiety Nic went through when Carrie went
through all her shit.   

     “Thankfully, I was idiot free today.” Her hand flattened on my
pec. “But something interesting did happen today. I met the woman claiming to
be my mother.”

     I went rigid with surprise and dread. Grasping the back of her
head gently I tilted it up slightly so I could see her face. “Why didn’t you
tell me you planned to meet with her?”

     She bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t plan it; she surprised me on
campus. She said she couldn’t hold off on meeting me any longer.”

     I frowned in anger and concern. “So what…she was fucking stalking
you on campus?” Like Shaw hadn’t had her quota of assholes stalking her. I
couldn’t lay here relaxed any more. I shifted so that we were sitting back
against the headboard; Shaw pressed up to my side, the blanket tucked around
us. “Did she do or say anything to upset you? Why didn’t you call me?” Didn’t
she know I’d drop everything to be there for her?

     She shook her head. “No, she didn’t upset me…at least not
intentionally. It was just shocking to see her in person. She asked if we could
talk and she revealed a little more information about why she did what she did.”
She paused. “And she said she’d like to get to know me.”

     My unease rose at what I was hearing in her voice. “Shaw, we still
don’t know if she really is your mother.”

     She sighed, looking down at her fingers circling my navel. My
abdomen muscles quivered in delight and I ignored the blood that rushed south
at her touch, and at how near she was to my dick.

     “I know…but the story…the way she tells it…it just fits. And we
have some similar features. She doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would
lie when it could be proven easily that she’s not? And she even offered to have
our DNA tested.”

    I didn’t know this woman but I was inclined to not like her because
of how she’s abandoned Shaw. I could appreciate that the woman had been a
pregnant, frightened teenager, but my only concern was Shaw. However, it wasn’t
difficult to perceive that Shaw had been affected by the encounter. I could see
the conflict of emotions on her face; the hope versus the afraid to hope that
this woman could give her something she’d been missing her whole life…a mother.

     Witnessing it twisted my heart, and I knew I needed to be careful
about how I handled this situation.

     “Do you want to do that…get the DNA test?” I massaged her back.

     “Probably, just to make sure; although I feel pretty certain she
is.” She rubbed her cheek against my chest. It was like she was saying, ‘
thanks
for your support’
. That right there made me realize that all she needed was
me backing her decisions. If things went badly I would still be there for her
to see her through it. 

     “So we do that, and when it’s confirmed you can make the decision
to build a relationship with her if that’s what you want.”

     There was a heavy pause. “Actually…I already made another
appointment to talk to her…tomorrow.”

     It was my turn to chew on my words. “Are you certain you want to
do that before you’re sure she’s your mother?”

     She nodded. “Like I said, I feel pretty certain she is. It’s just
a meet and greet, and I can ask her other questions. If they don’t add up then
the DNA won’t even be needed.”

     “I’ll ask Dan if I can take a couple hours off so I can be there
for you.” I knew Dan wouldn’t have a problem with it, and I wasn’t having her
meet this woman alone again. I was going to meet her to access her character
myself.

     Setting her hand firmly on my abdomen, Shaw looked up at me with
glassy eyes, but a resolute expression. “I don’t want you disrupting your life
and schedule again just because I have another bump in
my
life.”

     Grabbing her hand I lifted it to my mouth and nipped at her
fingers while giving her an even more determined look. “Our lives are connected
so it’s not a disruption. Nothing’s more important to me than you, Shaw. I want
to be there. I need to be there.”

     Her body relaxed slightly, and her eyes flickered briefly before
her head returned to my chest. “Well, if you’re going to be an interventionist
tyrant about it.” She choked out in bogus irritation.

     I grinned at her wording, and the hidden delight in her voice.
“It’s good you know who the boss in this relationship is.” I tapped her ass
playfully.

     “Me, myself, and I appreciate your recognition and will accept a
nice sash or ribbon in honor of the fact.” She declared haughtily.

     My grin cracked my face. Shifting her down the bed I rolled over
on top of her. She stared up at me with eyes brimming with emotion and
amusement.

     “The only way I’d get you a sash with the words boss on it is if
you wear it naked for me every single night.” I growled.

     Latching my lips onto her neck I began kissing down her neck to
her breast. Reaching her pebbled nipple I circled it with me tongue and then
sucked it hard inside my mouth.

     Shaw jerked at the hard stimulation and cried out in pleasure,
gripping my hair tightly. Hooking her legs around my waist she rolled us so
that she was straddling me. I stared up at her in surprise, hunger, enjoyment,
and love.

     Her hands came done on both sides of my head and she gazed down at
me with the same expression as I was wearing…minus the surprise. “I wouldn’t be
naked if I was wearing a sash, Genius. That just goes to show you why I should
be boss.”

     Damn, she made me ache. Then she bent and did the same thing to my
neck and nipple while rubbing her hot, wet center over my erection, and that
made me ache even more.

     The next half an hour was spent proving who was boss.

     We ended up calling it a tie.

     Afterwards, Shaw allowed me to go eat, and once I was replenished
with food and fluids she dragged me…or I might have dragged her…back upstairs
for a rematch. 

∞                   
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     “I still can hardly believe that you risked your life rushing into
such a dangerous situation, that you knew nothing about, to rescue my daughter
and another girl you didn’t know. Most people would have left it to the police,
but you and these other boys thought you could handle it yourselves. Well,
thankfully you were able to handle it and not get yourselves all killed. That
is so heroic.”

     I stared at the woman across the table from me and tried to keep
my face impassive. I couldn’t decide if she was trying praise or criticize me,
or criticize me but then belatedly praise me because she thought that was what
she was supposed to do.

     I sighed at my prickly mood. Was I being biased because of my aversion
to her? I thought I came into this meeting with the woman claiming to be Shaw’s
mother with an open mind, but maybe I hadn’t because I couldn’t seem to get
past my innate dislike of her. She appeared more interested in the details of Shaw’s
kidnapping than asking Shaw about her life.

     The kidnapping did them together, but the woman just seemed too
morbidly animated about the whole thing.

     “Who were the other two men that helped you? I assume they were
friends of yours? And why didn’t you tell any reporters this piece of news? You
guys would have been praised as heroes; turned into local celebrities.” Rebecca
leaned toward me eagerly.

     The woman had been trying to get me to talk since Shaw and I had
entered the restaurant, and while I’d responded to a few of her questions I’d
let Shaw answer most of them. This was their time together and the woman should
be more focused on Shaw.

     Shaw was answering her questions without hesitation, and it was
painfully obvious why she was being so open, when she normally wasn’t. She was
trying to push a connection with the woman. However, while I was fine with her
disclosing my part in her rescue, because it was our story and it revealed the
extant I would go for her; I wasn’t comfortable divulging Blake’s and Greg’s connection.
That was their choice.

     “The two guys were friends of mine, and we didn’t tell the press
because we didn’t do what we did for attention. We did it to save Shaw.”

     Rebecca’s eyes flickered with frustration and her mouth thinned
slightly. It was something I noticed happened a lot when she didn’t get an
answer to one of her questions.

     “Well, you can tell me their names. I won’t tell anyone else, but
I would sure like to thank them for saving my daughter’s life.” Rebecca smiled
and reached out to touch Shaw’s hand on the table.

     That was another thing that was irking me about this woman; she
was calling Shaw her daughter when she had no right to. Not only were we still
not certain she was, but the woman just met Shaw.

The only reason I wasn’t bashing her for it was that I could tell Shaw
liked it. And that was raising my anxiety about this woman even more.

     “I’ll let them know and if they want your gratitude I will set up
a meeting.” I forced out a smile.

     Shaw threw a small frown my way, most likely picking up on my
tension, but when I gave her a real smile her frown lifted.

     Rebecca’s smile stayed fixed, but her eyes narrowed
infinitesimally. “So, you just rushed into the house and overpowered the man?
Did you have any weapons or anything?”

     For the second time Shaw hesitated and looked over at me; the
first time was to get a hint if I was okay with revealing my part in her
rescue. “Uhhmm…”           

     I caught on to why she was cautious in answering that question.
She didn’t want to be the one to reveal that I had guns. She knew they were
legit, and the police knew as well, but she wasn’t comfortable revealing my
private information.

     I answered for her. “We surprised the guy, and he was a computer
nerd…” I patted Shaw’s leg with a grin. “No offense to you, Red, so the three
of us had no problem taking him down.”

     Shaw contained herself and just rolled her eyes at me.

     Rebecca looked back and forth between us with a frown. “Why do you
say ‘no offense, Red’?”

     Shaw shook her head in mock annoyance. “Red is his hackneyed nickname
for me, and he said
no offense
because I’m a bit of a computer nerd.”

     Rebecca gave a short nod. “Oh. I heard that the guy used the
internet to sell the girls, and he did look kind of smaller than you. He didn’t
have any kind of weapon?”

     My lips thinned in anger at her one track mind and how she had
absolutely no interest in asking Shaw about her interest in computers.

     “Not that I saw.” I answered curtly, taking a drink of my water.

     Shaw’s brow puckered faintly at my lie.

     Rebecca’s gaze flickered off to the side and then back to us. “I
need to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere;
spending this time with you has been wonderful.” The next second she was out of
the booth and scurrying in the direction of the restrooms. I stared at her back
with a frown.

     Shaw didn’t ask my why I lied, she only picked absently at the
food she barely ate. I’d shoved my plate away a long time ago having lost my
appetite.

     “So, how do you feel its going?” I asked, trying to get a sense of
her emotions and perspective.

     Shaw shrugged, eyes on her plate. “It’s our second meeting; it’s
hard to say.”

     She didn’t have to say anymore, I could read between her words.
The woman might be her mother but Shaw was sensing something was off about her.
I was glad she wasn’t accepting everything about the woman on face value, but
it upset me that she couldn’t. For her sake I wished this could all be simple
and clear-cut for her.

     My arm had been on the back of the booth for nearly the entire
lunch, playing with her hair, and I moved it to the nape of her neck massaging
the tension there. “Do you want to stay, continue this, or see if we could set
up another time with Rebecca to talk?”