Authors: Liz Crowe
She was the best kind of friend a woman could have. Always
able to read my needs, I knew she’d deliberately changed the subject. She’d
known I didn’t want to talk about my family shit anymore. I smiled at her and
then winked. “I can tell you now, if Kick was yours, you definitely wouldn’t
want to let him out of your bed.”
She grinned. “You’re a dirty, dirty woman, Evie Bishop. But
seriously, what happened between you two?”
I sighed and leant my elbows on the table. “We argued a lot.
And on top of that, Kick’s got a darker side he won’t share with me. Like, he
would just shut down and disappear for days at a time. I know he’s trying to
protect me but he’s never understood that there’s nothing he could do that
would stop me from loving him. He’s always been there for me, every single time
I needed him, so I would always be there for him.”
“So you still love him?”
“I never stopped loving him, but I walked away because
there’s no future for a couple where one of the partners won’t give themself
completely.”
Her eyes twinkled again. “So a little sex on the side would
be okay then.”
I laughed, the alcohol in me softening my resolve a little.
“It would be a bad idea.”
“What would be a bad idea?” Kick asked as he placed our
drinks on the table.
His voice slid right through me. When I met his gaze and
found heat there, the alcohol buzzing through me collided with my desire for
him and caused the kind of need no woman could deny. Against all my better
judgements, I flirted with him. “Sleeping with you,” I said.
He didn’t skip a beat. “No, that would be the best fuckin’
idea you’ve had in a long time.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You don’t think it’d be a
good idea for us to get to know each other again before we had sex?”
“Baby, you and I know each other better than we know anyone
else.” He moved so our faces were close and whispered, “Some days I think I know
you better than I know myself.”
The air whooshed out of me and I reached my hand out to the
table. “I need a drink. Quick,” I muttered, and once he’d passed it to me, I
gulped half of it straight down. Placing it back on the table, I said, “How do
you do that?”
“Do what?”
“That thing where you say something sweet that makes me want
to forget everything we’ve been through and let you back in?”
“There’s nothing sweet about me, Evie.” His eyes flashed
hardness for a moment before reverting back to the softer gaze he usually
reserved for me.
“Not true. You just gave me sweet.”
“No, I just gave you the truth. Don’t mistake that for
sweet,” he said with the hard tone I knew so well. It was the tone he used
whenever he was about to shut down on me.
“You two should totally get a room. Or maybe you should
schedule a date for Valentine’s Day and work your shit out,” Maree said.
I answered her without taking my eyes off Kick. “He doesn’t
do Valentine’s Day. Kick’s not your hearts and flowers kind of man.”
“She’s right, but I do make sure my woman is satisfied in
other ways on Valentine’s Day,” he said, eyes still on me, a promise held deep
inside them.
As lust roared through me, I gulped the rest of my drink
down. When I’d drained the glass, I asked Kick, “Jesus, was that a double? It
was strong.”
“Yeah.”
I raised my brows. “You trying to get me drunk?”
He smirked. “Don’t need to. You’ve already taken care of
that.”
I decided I needed a moment away from him so I hopped off my
stool. “I’m going to the ladies’, Maree. You wanna come? Kick can look after
our table.”
“No, babe, you go. I’m gonna interrogate your man while
you’re gone.”
I laughed. Maree was the queen of interrogation but what she
didn’t know was that Kick was the king of evasion. “Have fun, you two,” I said and
left them to it.
I wobbled my way to the ladies’ room. Kick was right when he
said I was drunk. Time to slow the drinks down or else tonight would go way
past messy.
The line at the ladies’ was long, and I started chatting
with some of the women, so it took me twenty minutes to get back to the table.
As I’d suspected, Kick must have evaded most of Maree’s questions because she
looked frustrated. “How did your interrogation go?” I asked her with a grin.
She poked her tongue at me. “You knew I’d have no luck,
didn’t you?”
“Totally, but who knew, maybe you would be the one to break
him.”
She stood and grabbed her bag off the table. “I’m done for
the night, guys.”
I frowned. “Really? I thought we’d catch a cab together.”
“I got a call while you were gone.” She grinned
mischievously. “I’ve got a sure thing waiting at his house for me. Sorry, babe,
but I can’t pass him up, and Kick said he’d take you home.”
Of course he did.
Smiling at her, I said, “Okay, go. I wouldn’t expect you to
give up a sure thing.”
She blew me a kiss and turned and left. When I shifted my
gaze from her to Kick, I found him watching me intently. “How did you know I’d
be here tonight?” I asked.
He slid another drink across the table to me. “How do you
know I didn’t go to more than one place looking for you?”
God, he was killing me tonight. I drank some of the bourbon
he’d gotten me. Shit, another double. When I placed the glass back down, I
said, “How many did you go to?”
He didn’t hold back. “Six.”
Fuck.
I took another drink. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why now, Kick? Why all of a sudden do you want to try this
again, and what makes you think it would be any different to the two times we
already tried to make it work?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s not all of a
sudden for me, Evie. I’ve never stopped thinking of you, never stopped thinking
I fucked it all up by letting you walk away. But I didn’t want to fuck your
life up any further so I stayed away. I think deep down I always thought we’d
find each other again when we were older. Jeremy’s death hit me hard and made
me realise just how short life can be. I don’t want to wait till we’re older. I
don’t want to fuck around anymore.”
I emptied my glass, taking a deep breath as the bourbon
burnt on the way down. “Just because you don’t want to fuck around anymore
doesn’t mean it would work. Not unless you’ve changed your idea of what being a
couple is,” I said softly.
He leant his face close to mine. So close I could almost
taste him. “Let me in, baby. Let me show you how I’ve changed.” Kick had never
been the best at expressing his emotions but his eyes laid it all out for me.
Vulnerability, want and hope.
I placed my hand on his cheek.
One night wouldn’t hurt.
Surely.
“Show me,” I whispered.
Kick
19 years old
I pushed Evie against the wall and reached my hand under
her dress to trace a pattern up her thigh. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment
and she moaned when my fingers found their way into her panties.
“Fuck, baby, you’re wet,” I growled as I dipped into her.
Her eyes opened and she threaded her arms around my neck,
pulling my mouth to hers. Before she kissed me, she said, “I’ve been wet for
you for years, Kick.”
Eager lips met mine and when her tongue found mine, I
grunted my approval and ground my dick against her while my fingers fucked her
pussy.
When she ended the kiss, she said, with a lick of her
lips and a fucking sexy smile, “Best birthday present ever.”
Fuck, I needed in.
With my dick, not my fingers.
“How do you like to be fucked, baby?”
Hesitation flared in her eyes and she whispered, “I’m
still a virgin, Kick.”
Fuck me.
My eyes widened. “What the hell? You had a boyfriend all
last year.”
“I did but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna give it up to just
anyone.”
She’s going to give it to me
.
I pressed my finger deeper inside her and picked up the
pace. At the same time, my lips crashed down onto hers and I devoured her
mouth, all the while pushing my erection against her.
I fucking need that pussy
now
.
She groaned and curled a leg around mine, trying to pull
me closer. We couldn’t get any fucking closer, but I knew what she craved
because I craved it, too.
Skin.
I needed her skin against mine.
I pulled away from her and moved my hands to the bottom
of her dress. In one swift movement, I had it up and over her head and on the
floor. My gaze dropped to her tits, and fuck me if she didn’t have the hottest
fucking bra on I’d ever seen.
“You like it?” she asked.
I flicked my eyes to hers. “Like it? I fuckin’ love it,”
I rasped as I reached around the back of her to undo it, “but it’s gotta come
off.”
She hit me with that sexy goddamn smile of hers, moved
her hands to the top of her panties as if she was about to remove them, and
asked, “What about these?”
“Off,” I commanded, eyes glued to her pussy, waiting for
it to be revealed to me.
She pushed them down and flicked them aside. Without
waiting another second, I knelt in front of her, placed my hands on the backs
of her legs and ran them up until they cupped her ass. I pressed my mouth to
her pussy and licked my tongue the length of her slit.
She tastes so fucking good
.
One of her hands landed on my head and I vaguely heard
her moan but it was like it was coming from a distance because, at that moment,
I was lost to her cunt.
Lost to every-fucking-thing I’d dreamt of for years.
My tongue circled her clit before I pushed it inside her.
So goddamn wet.
I chased her orgasm with my tongue while my fingers dug
into her ass. When I moved one of my hands around so I could work her clit, she
shuddered and cried out my name.
I fucking loved the sound of my name crying out from her
lips.
“Oh god . . . Kick . . . I’m gonna come . . .” Both her
hands were in my hair now, pulling and pressing as if she needed me closer and
then needed a break.
And then she came, and I experienced a feeling like I’d
never experienced in my life.
Utter fucking happiness.
I was straight up and her hands went straight to my
clothes, frantically tearing at them until they all lay in a heap on the floor.
Our eyes met, and greed shot through me like never
before.
I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her
mouth to mine. “I fuckin’ need your cunt, baby,” I growled before roughly
kissing her.
She hungrily kissed me back, and I pulled her with me to
the bed.
“Lie down,” I ordered, “I’m just gonna get a condom.”
When I came back to her, she was spread out like fucking
heaven on my bed. Her eyes searched mine and I saw vulnerability there.
Positioning myself between her legs, I leant my face down and kissed her before
pulling away and whispering, “I’ll go slow and try not to hurt you.”
Fuck, I’d never fucked a virgin before and I hoped to
fucking God I wouldn’t lose control and hurt her.
“I trust you, Kick,” she said softly, her eyes gazing at
me with all the trust in the world.
Once I had the condom on, I moved over her and she
wrapped her legs around me. Keeping hold of her eyes while I did it, I slowly
entered her.
Oh, fuck.
Feels so fucking good.
“You okay?” I whispered, our faces so close.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Her hands slid around my neck and she pulled my face to
hers so she could kiss me. Gentle at first, and then she kissed me harder.
I pushed my cock further in, still slowly, in an effort
to not hurt her too much. A pained noise escaped her lips, though, and I pulled
my mouth from hers to stare down at her with concern.
She gave me a small smile. “I’m okay, please keep going,”
she insisted.
I stilled. Searching her face, I asked, “Are you sure? I
can stop if you want to.”
Shaking her head, she pleaded, “No, I want this, Kick.
Please don’t stop.”
Her eyes conveyed the truth in her words so I pushed all
the way in.
Fuck me
.
Amazing.
“Okay, baby, I’m gonna keep going,” I said, giving her
notice.
She smiled again and lifted her head to meet me with a
kiss. Her arms wrapped around me and she held on tight, ready for this to
happen.
I pulled out, and eyes still focused on Evie’s, I pushed
back in, all the way. But not hard. Not yet. Her eyes widened but she squeezed
her legs tighter around me as if she was telling me to keep going. So I did.
This time I pulled out and thrust in a little harder.
Fucking hell, Evie’s pussy was tight. This could be over
fast.
I pulled out again and thrust hard. My release teased the
edges of my consciousness and I dropped my head into her neck as I continued to
pump into her.
She moved her hips with me, and fuck, I was so fucking
close. “I’m gonna come, Evie,” I grunted through hard breaths, almost at the
point where I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.
She didn’t say anything but just squeezed her legs around
me tighter, her pussy squeezing tighter around my dick. I took it as another
sign to keep going and a minute later, I came. Harder than I’d ever come
before.
Once I’d wrung every drop from my orgasm, I lifted my
head to look at her. She smiled up at me, and I apologised, “I’m sorry you
didn’t come.”