Fate Interrupted (11 page)

“So, where are
we going anyway?” she asked, dropping the tube back into her purse and slinging
the brown leather bag over her shoulder.

Her attempt at
small talk made him grunt.
“My favorite pizza joint just around
the corner.
You hungry?”

Her eyes swept
over to him as she blindly straightened her hair in front of an imaginary
mirror. “I could eat.”

Dean nodded and
followed her out into the brightly lit hallway where she stopped to lock the
door. When she turned back around he pushed her up against the door and kissed
her again. She didn’t resist.
Couldn’t resist.
He
explored her soft curves, pouring buckets of blood into his stiffening manhood.
He broke their kiss to gasp for air and forced her eyes to meet his. They spoke
without talking, communicating in a language more reserved for the wild.

Their lips gravitated
back together. He tilted her head to the side and trailed down her jaw line, whispering
her name in her ear before nibbling at the soft spot in her neck. The smell of
her skin and hair intoxicated him with an unbridled desire that overwhelmed his
control. She trembled against the door, unable to fight the hidden pull between
them.

Dean pressed
against her as she ran her hands down his muscular back. He paused to find her
glassy eyes, their chests heaving against each other. “If I don’t stop myself
now we’re going to miss dinner” he whispered.

“I’m not hungry…for
food,” she said faintly, her nipples poking through her top.

Her words
bolstered the stir in his pants. He took a deep breath before forcing his mouth
onto hers and pinning her arms to the door. She squirmed beneath him, desperate
to put her hands upon his body, but he wouldn’t release her, letting his mouth
have its way with her instead.

“Well, at least
somebody’s
havin
a good night round here,” a gray
bearded man said with a grin as he squeezed past.

They watched him
disappear out the front door into the night, their mouths hanging open. Evy
turned back to Dean, her hungry eyes sparkling like distant planets. She glanced
down at the bulge in his pants and bit her bottom lip. In a flash, she spun on
her heels and turned back to the door. He nibbled on her neck and cupped her
breasts from behind, rubbing the slippery fabric against her erect nipples as
she fumbled with the lock. He pressed his hardness against her rear end, loving
the way he fit into her delicate curves. The door clicked open and they spilled
back inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and pushed her into the
bedroom, kissing her the entire way.

They stopped in
front of her bed, its white sheets and pillows as fluffy as a lazy cloud,
kissing passionately as their hands explored each other like ravenous
teenagers. Evy quivered beneath his touch as his hand slid up the small of her
back, caressing every inch of her silky skin along the way. The voltage between
them was palpable, enough to light an entire village.

She pulled his
shirt over his head without wasting time with the buttons. Her fingers raked
trails across his chest, reading his strapping curves like brail. His fingers
traced along her sensitive sides, making her pull away and laugh. The metal
clasp on her bra easily surrendered with a sinuous snap of Dean’s fingers, a
light moan bursting from her as he freed her lovely breasts. He slipped her top
and bra over her head in one fluid motion and tossed them across the room where
they could no longer impede his needful progress. Shadows caressed her curves,
demanding discovery. He took her breasts by surprise and she moaned his name
out loud.

Evy gasped when
he pushed her onto the bed, falling backwards with a soft bounce. Dean stood
over her, breathing hard like he had just finished the Boston Marathon, a storm
of emotions flooding his senses. He stared at her like a shocked school boy,
savoring what was yet to come. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever
seen.”

In the faint
light spilling in from the living room, Evy’s eyes roamed his rigid stature
like wild horses, following the trails of the hardened muscles carving
throughout his torso. She never dreamed anyone could look so gorgeous, like a
Greek god found only in books and movies. She pulled him to her by the waist of
his jeans and their lips reconnected like long lost friends. Dean inhaled her
deep into his soul, pressing against her in the shadowy light, needing every
drop he could take. She fumbled with his jeans, desperately twisting the top
button in all directions until it finally relented.

He swallowed
loudly. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think we would…”

“I’m on the
pill,” she said in a sultry whisper. “I’ve only been with one person and was
tested after it ended.”

“I’ve never been
with anyone without a condom,” he panted, staring into her eyes while caressing
her cheek. “Are you sure you…”

She cut him off
by healing their broken kiss and cupped his ass with both hands. His lips
trailed off to nibble an earlobe and she groaned as he rubbed against her.
“Dean,” she whispered, writhing beneath his touch.
 
“This is…”

Her words died
as his teeth found a nipple and bit down with force. She threw her head back
into the pillow and moaned louder, pulling at fistfuls of his hair. Dean sucked
on her nipples, circling them with his tongue as he snatched her high heels and
slid them off, producing one soft thud after another as they hit the floor. Her
jeans were quick to follow, exposing a pair of red lace panties that nearly made
his heart stop.

“So beautiful,”
he whispered, letting the jeans slip from his fingers to the floor.

She watched the
fire leap higher in his eyes when her legs parted, and it made her even wetter.
Dean ran his fingers along the inside of her leg, pushing her panties aside
until finding her creamy center. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Evy
arched her back as he rubbed circles into her clitoris, driving her wild. A
finger slipped inside and she cried out, desperate for more. The room spun. She
yanked on his hair and screamed for mercy as he sent another finger in to join
the first. Her body shook like an earthquake. She was so wet and didn’t know
how much more she could take.

“Dean,” she gasped,
pulling him back up by his hair. She found his untamed eyes, not believing it
could be like this, needing to become one with him, like pieces of liquid metal
melding together. “I want you inside me,” she said softly, ripping his jeans
off like wrapping paper on a Christmas morning. She leaned back, her eyes
widening in surprise as his stiff cock twitched in the air, reaching for her
with a desperation she had yet to witness. Dean slid her panties past her feet and
threw them over his shoulder without looking. Her pulse raced as they took each
other in, the flames in his eyes making her purr with satisfaction.

He pinned her
wrists to the mattress. She fought him for a few seconds before pulling her
knees back and drawing him inside of her with her heels. Her eyes widened with
the fleshy incursion, an audile groan spurting from her lips.

“Evy, you feel
so good.” he whispered into her ear.

She could see
his pulse thumping in his neck with each gentle thrust. Her entire body
shuddered, her wrists pinned to the mattress.

Dean pumped
harder and she trembled against him like a leaf. He pushed up, digging deeper,
sending white explosions blasting against the back of his eyelids. Evy snapped
her head to the side and gave him every velvety inch he desired, which he
gladly accepted with greedy thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his back,
locking him in as she tumbled head first into an earth shattering ecstasy she
had deprived herself of for far too long.

“Don’t stop,”
she moaned, tightening her muscles around his unforgiving cock.

He plunged
deeper, making her cry out to the ceiling. She tried to free her hands but he
wouldn’t release them. Her body tensed as his hips worked harder, faster. It was
too much, had been too long. She arched her back and screamed his name, her
body convulsing with jerky spasms. He clenched his teeth and exploded, emptying
himself into her with pulsating bursts, his raw groans filling the room. Evy
pulled him close, draining him into her.

They stared into
each others’ eyes with their chests swelling, his arms trembling like her legs,
an electric current binding them together. He finally released her wrists and
stared at her like it had been his first time. He smiled, gently tracing her
lips with a finger before lowering his mouth to hers and softly kissing her
again. She wrapped her throbbing arms around his back and pulled him deeper
inside of her.

He stroked her
hair with tender affection.

Her eyes peered
deeply into his, searching for answers to something so unexplainable it
bordered upon paranormal. “What was that?”

He slowly shook
his head. “I don’t know, but whatever it was I want to do it again.”

A wry grin
spread across her flushed cheeks as she worked her wet lips around his already
stiffening pipe. His breath came faster. He pushed his lips into hers and
pumped harder. She pulled away, struggling for breath as he regained his girth
and slammed it home with an insatiable force. More blinding blasts shot through
her field of vision. She ran her hands down his chest as he lifted himself up
and lit the room on fire with a passion that refused to burn out.

***

Evy poured dark
coffee into a glass mug and glanced behind her to see if Dean was watching. He
sat at her small dining room table, chewing with his mouth closed and that look
in his eyes. Her insides twisted as sultry images of last night pushed to the forefront
of her mind. It had never been like this with Richie. Not even close. She felt
like she was looking down at Dean from above with her back resting comfortably
against the warm ceiling. Nothing had taken her this high before and, like all
drugs, she would need more.

She blew on the
mug, sending wisps of steam spiraling into the air. “So what do you think?”

He swallowed and
cleared his pallet with a gulp of cold orange juice. “You should be selling
these at Sugars.”

She smiled and
took a careful sip of the black brew.

He pointed a
thick looking corn dog at her, holding it by its stick. “
Waffle dogs
?”

She nodded and batted
her lashes, hoping to arouse him into another flourishing round of love making
that would leave them sweaty and famished. With the table hiding his black
boxer-briefs, he looked completely naked. She tipped her mug back and took
another cautious sip.

He shook his
head, dipping the jagged end of the waffle dog into a small bowl of warm maple syrup.
“This is definitely the greatest thing I’ve ever had,” he told her, taking
another voracious bite.

“You’re just
saying that.”

“No, I’m
serious. Waffle dogs are my new favorite thing.” He stared at her for a few
seconds, his eyes lowering to molest the breasts barely hiding beneath a thin
camisole. “Well, second favorite anyway.”

“Some people
call them pigs in pancakes.”

He took another
bite and moaned his pleasure. “The sausage is huge,” he said with his mouth
full.

Her tongue
swished across her lips, remembering the way his sausage had reached for her
last night.

“Where do you
get them? The store always has those little Hormel links or Jimmy Dean rolls.”

She blinked,
trying to remember what they had been talking about but only seeing him buck
ass naked with that fire in his eyes. “Wholesaler through work,” she finally
spit out. “Having the best links is the key to the whole thing.”

He washed the
bite down with more juice and winked. “That’s what I hear,” he mumbled, chasing
the juice with a sip of hot coffee.

She tilted her
head back and laughed. “Oh yeah, and who told you that?
Your
ex-girlfriend?”

The waffle dog
hovered in front of his open mouth, his teeth on the brink of biting down. “No
ex-girlfriend,” he said, sinking his teeth into the sweet and salty goodness.

Her thin eyes evaluated
his statement over the rim of her mug.

“The statute of
limitations ran out on that one.”

Evy arched a
puzzled eyebrow at him and sat down at the small kitchen table, watching him
devour his food like he had devoured her last night. “Wow, you are really hungry.”

“Sorry,” he
said, covering his mouth. “But we skipped dinner and went straight to dessert.”

A sinister grin
slithered across her face as she ran her toes up his shinbone, her eyes silently
pleading with him to take her on the table. Take her and prove that she was his
and he was hers.

Dean swallowed
and took a break to sip on his coffee. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Who was the
one person
?”

A perplexed look
slipped over her face like a Halloween mask.

“Last night you
said you’d only been with one person.”

“Oh,” she
mumbled, dropping his gaze. “Did I say that?”