Evan's Addiction (79 page)

     My amazement shot higher…she was intimidated by me? Wow! I had not
been expecting that. “I think what you’ve done is amazing. You raised Evan
basically by yourself, and he’s turned out pretty remarkable…Don’t tell him I
said that.” I rushed out, widening my eyes in mock dread. Jasmine grinned. “You
two are so close, and I know he thinks you’re the most incredible person ever
because he’s told me.”

     “Really!” She exclaimed, flushing with pleasure. Then she shook
her head and waved her hand. “While that’s wonderful to hear, this isn’t about
me. It’s about you, and I feel my slot for most incredible person is in danger
of being deposed.” One brow went up teasingly.

     I smirked at how pleased she’d gotten at my disclosure, and how
she was trying her best to contain it. But I was also delighted at the idea of
Evan talking so highly about me to his mother. What all had he told her?  

     Taking the damp washcloth I scrubbed at my face. “I don’t mind
talking about how amazing both of us are.” I mumbled behind the cloth. When I
lowered the washcloth I found Jasmine smiling at me. “Because…you know…I don’t
want to come across as a topic hog.” I said self-consciously.

     Jasmine chuckled and leaned forward, her eyes twinkling impishly.
“We could always talk about Evan instead. I’ve got lots of stories I could
spill about him?” 

∞                   
∞                    ∞

     Later that night I was back in Evan’s bed. We were both naked and
my head was resting on his chest, and my fingers traced every perfect inch of
him I could reach. We’d just gotten done having the most intense sex ever. Evan
had squeezed five orgasms out of me before taking his own, groaning like he was
dying in my neck. Hearing that lustful sound had tipped me over into the sixth
one. I was pretty sure my nails had scratched welts in his back during it.

     “You and my mom were in your bedroom for a long time.” Evan
suddenly mused, his fingers stroking across my back.

     My lips twisted languidly at his curious tone; I was wondering
when he’d bring that up. When his mother and I finally exited my room he’d
watched me anxiously, but I think my improved mood had him biting back the
questions he would have liked to ask. The three of us had then gone out for
dinner, and afterwards when we’d gotten back to his house I’d jumped him as
soon as we hit his room. I’d just needed to know that he was mine…all mine. But
now there were no more distractions.

     “You were the one who called her. Couldn’t handle a weeping girl,
so you called your mommy.”

     I was making light of it but the talk Jasmine and I had shared had
gone a long way in lifting my spirits and enlightening me on a few things, and
not only the amusing details of Evan’s life growing up. I had people in my life
who cared about me, who’d risked their life for me. That woman didn’t deserve
anymore thought or tears from me.   

     Evan’s hand stilled, and then shot down to cup one of my butt
cheeks. “It’s not that I couldn’t handle it.” He flipped me over so that he was
looming over me, his expression severe. “I could see that the idea of that
woman being your mother was opening up a longing in you for something you’d
never had. Something you always wanted.”

     I swallowed at the intense emotions in his eyes as he communicated
my inner feelings, and my chest constricted as he continued.

     “Whether she’s a fraud or the real deal, I wasn’t going to allow
her or anyone else to cause you further hurt. I messed up trying to cover up
what they were doing so I wasn’t sure you would listen to me, so yes, I called
my mother. I was hoping she’d have something in her arsenal of wisdom that
would make you realize you are amazing and you don’t need some pseudo-mom to
complete your life. You have me now, and Carrie, and David, and several other
people who would pelt water balloons at reporters, and take down kidnappers to
make sure you are safe and happy. I love you and no one messes with you while
I’m around to kick their ass.”

     My heart slammed hard and fast against the wall of my chest. Lifting
my hands I dragged my fingers through his silky, sandy curls before gripping
them securely. I gazed into his searing amber gaze with a fire of my own.

     “I thought I was cursed; abandoned at birth, rejected by one
family after another, ending up with one who didn’t give a shit about me,
harassed for years by assholes, betrayed…” I swallowed painfully. “Betrayed by
people I thought were friends. Meeting you scared me half to death…because I
knew that you had the capacity to utterly annihilate me.” My fingers tightened
in his hair. “You were cracking open my chest and when I wanted to run from
you, you wouldn’t let me.” I tilted up to nip his lips. Evan tried deepening
the kiss and even though that was what I wanted too I pulled back because I
still had more to say. “Thank you for not letting me because you showed me I’m
not cursed. I may have had a hard road to you.” I smiled. “But I’d travel it
again if I knew it would lead me to you.”

     His eyes flared at that and he bent and kissed me like he
attempted to before; deep and intense. When he finally pulled away I inhaled
trying to unscramble my senses.

     I glowered the best I could through my panting. “That’s not
helping me finish what I need to say.” My legs weren’t listening to my words.
They ran up and down his muscular ones and that didn’t help my jumbled
thoughts.  

     “Sorry, you are really hard to resist.” He growled gruffly, his
groin gyrating into mine.  

     Everything inside me clenched in want, opening in preparation. God,
I hoped I got to keep him forever. Everyday with him diminished the boulder of
pessimism that had become like a rock on my back. I’d thought it would reside
there forever, weighing me down without end, but now I was starting to see a
lighter load in my future.

     “Evan, I had an emptiness inside me for so long, but this thing
between us is better than anything I hoped and dreamed of. If that woman would
have come along before I met you what she did would have probably devastated me,
but you filled it first, so while finding out her scheme didn’t leave me with a
good feeling, its something I can brush off. She’s nothing to me. You chased
me, fought for me, almost went to jail for me, risked your life for me, rescued
me, and saved me. And not just physically, but emotionally. You’ve showed me
I’m worthy.”

     A tear slipped down the side of my face. His gaze searched mine
and I didn’t hide anything. I let him see it all…my love, entirely for him.

     Evan bent down to kiss it away. “You’ve always been worthy, Red.
Never ever think otherwise again.” He grunted gruffly.

     His kips kept moving over my skin and I tilted my head to the side
to accommodate him. “I can’t wait until shit starts happening to you so I can
show you how far I’d go for you.” I gasped.

     He snorted into my neck. “I almost can’t wait either. Watching you
kick the ass of anyone who dares to mess with me will be so fucking hot.
Promise you’ll wear some killer heels while you do it.” He begged, licking my
collarbone.

     My nails dug into his back. “It will probably be the only time I
wear them.”

     “Then I’ll have to make sure someone messes with me soon.” He
grunted, rubbing his hard cock up and down my seeping center. He rose up to
look down at me. “So am I forgiven for almost lying to you?”

     “Was that what you were doing before…apologizing?” I arched my
eyebrow at him.

     His finger tweaked my swollen nipple. “If that’s what you need it
to be, then sure, and I’ll do it again and again and again if I have to.”

     I whimpered at the sensations his touch was doing to me. “Will it
finally make me a bitch if I never forgive you…” I gasped as he gave my
sensitive nipple a pinch. “And make you apologize again and again and again.”

     “You will be the ultimate goddess bitch and I would bow at your
feet forever.” His lips engulfed my breast.

     And then Evan apologized really, really hard to me for the next
hour. 

EPILOGUE

Five
Months Later

EVAN

     “I love having lunch with your mom and Dan, but I’m feeling extra
horny today and all I want to do is go back to the hotel room, strip you down,
tie you to the bed, cover you with cinnamon and sugar, and lick you all over.”

     I groaned at Shaw’s words, but also because her hand was between
my legs massaging my swollen dick and balls while her lips teased my ear. Driving
down the streets of Virginia Beach I stopped at Solo’s Marina gates and punched
in the codes to get inside. I headed in the direction where the McKay Yacht was
docked.

     “Shit Red, you’re killing me. Hold that entire plan for
later…please.” I groaned, shifting gears. “Aren’t you looking forward to going
on your first Yacht outing?”

     Shaw nipped and sucked on my ear causing my muscles to clench in a
surge of lust. “The only big vessel I’m interested in is the one in your pants.
It’s not too often no one is around and I can be as loud as I want; screaming out
in pleasure when you stick that huge…”

     Finding an open parking spot in front of Dan’s yacht I jerked to a
stop and turned to grasp Shaw’s nape. Dragging her toward me I cut off her
torturous words with a heated kiss. Even after all these months my hunger for
her still strangled my cock.

     Eventually, I pulled away to growl, “Now my dick is killing me
because it wants me saying yes, but hell, we’re already here, Red.”

     Green eyes dark with desire, she pouted through a grin. “Fine, but
I’m bringing out some toys to add to your torment.”

     My cock pulsed with eager anticipation. Shit, she just made sure
the next few hours would be excruciating.  

     As our relationship progressed Shaw became more relaxed, recognizing
that I was all in, and with that knowledge it was like she flourished. The fire
inside her blazing even hotter, and consequently, burning me. God, I loved it
when she burned me. I was addicted to her fire.  

     If it was any other day I would have said ‘screw it’ and turned us
around so we could burn together, but not today.

     With a quick kiss I released her. “Come on, Ms. Nympho. The sooner
we get this over with the sooner you can torture me.”

     She clapped out a ‘
Yay’
as I opened my car door and stepped
out. Grinning, I moved around the car and took her waist as she jumped out of
the passenger side. My dick gave another hard pulse at the outfit she had on;
an off-the-shoulder light green shirt, form fitting fawn slacks, and
brown-leather calf high boots. My mom had taken Shaw out for a shopping day
about a month ago and Shaw had come back with a car load of new clothes. Shaw
had looked exhausted and without asking I knew my mom had run roughshod over
any and all of Shaw’s protests of the new wardrobe.   

     I would always love seeing her in her ratty cliché t-shirts, but
she was fucking rocking these new sexy outfits.

     Punching in the code to get through the locked gate I led Shaw
down the dock to the Yacht.

     “Holy shit, Evan!” Shaw exclaimed at the sight of Dan’s yacht.
“That thing is like a mansion on water.”

     I’d been on the ship several times in the last four years, but
every time the enormous, opulent sight of it amazed me too.

     “But my vessel’s still better, right?” I kissed the side of her forehead
as we boarded the lower deck of the ship.

     She giggled as I led her around to the stern. “I don’t think I can
give you a comprehensive answer on that as yet. This thing
looks
pretty
impressive, but what kind of power does it have under the hood.”

     I grinned and patted her ass. “Don’t worry, Red. I’ve got way more
power.” 

     She started laughing, but it cut short when…

     “Surprise!” “Happy birthday!”

     Shaw jumped in shock and than froze at the sight of all our
friends standing in the yacht’s living room quarters. Hands trembling, she
covered her mouth and chanted, “Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god.” She turned
shakily toward me. “Did you..?”

     She blinked rapidly, eyes swimming with emotional, hazy tears.
When I’d learned Shaw never had a genuine birthday party I’d made it my mission
to make certain her next birthday was amazing. And the first part of her
amazing birthday, while ten days early, was a surprise party.

     Wrapping my arms around her I smiled down at her with all the love
I had for her…which seemed unlimited and consuming. It dumbfounded me how
intense my feelings for her were. How much they continued to develop over the
months.