The Other P-Word(35)

A new flush of excitement traveled down my body. He took each arm and massaged it before restraining my wrist to the headboard.

"Pick a safe word," he said.

"You think we need one?"

"It's a necessity."

"Okay, what safe word do you want, Evan?"

He chuckled. "Very funny, smart-ass."

Evan ran a finger across my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it.

His breath became harsher. "Pick one … fast."

As I stared into his eyes, only one word came to mind. "Chocolate."

He nodded, checking my wrists. "Are they too tight?"

"No, just right but … "

"But what?"

"You can't take off my top. You shouldn't have restrained me first."

"You worry about details too much. I got you covered."

He walked away from me. I craned my neck but the angle didn't provide any visuals. I did hear the fridge door open and slam.

"You're kidding. Are you making yourself a snack?"

"The only thing I plan to snack on is you. As a matter of fact, I plan to feast on you."

I searched for a witty comeback, but I wanted to come so badly, my mind  drew blanks. The bed dipped with Evan's weight. He pulled up my tank  top. He manipulated my breasts, circling them slowly until he pinched  them. I cried out from the surprise of it, but the true surprise was  that I enjoyed it. He watched me carefully, flicking his thumbs over my  hardened nipples. He unbuttoned my shorts, gripping the sides and  sliding them off along with my panties. I pressed my foot to his chest,  waiting for him to take off my pink and black argyle knee socks, but  instead he just pulled them higher. They were a silly impulsive  purchase, but the way Evan looked at them made me awfully glad I'd  bought them.

"I'm going to fuck you with your socks on. These have been turning me on all day."

Note to self, buy more knee-length socks.

"Take off your shirt, Evan."

"You don't get to make requests. That's not how this works."

"It's a demand, not a request."

His shirt and boxers joined my discarded clothes, until all he wore was a  salacious smile. I suddenly wished my hands weren't bound because I  desperately wanted to touch the ripples of his muscles. I lowered my  gaze, watching him as he stroked his solid, hard length in his hand.  "I'll break rules for you, Billie Marie, but I'm in charge."

"Yes, sir."

He grinned in approval. He rubbed my waist, his hands spreading across it. "Feet flat on the bed, knees up in the air."

I got into position. He took a condom from the dresser then walked  around to the other side of the bed. He rested a hand on each knee, his  darkened gaze trailing down my body as if drinking it in.

He penetrated me with his finger. I rolled my hips toward it.

"Are you at my mercy, sunshine?"

"I think you're at mine."

"You're right," he said, inserting another finger. "Do you trust me with your body?"

"Yes."

The tilt of his mouth tightened. "Then offer yourself to me." He  whispered the command, but that somehow made the statement feral and  demanding.                       
       
           



       

I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips off the bed.

He kissed my knee. "Good girl. What should I do with you, Billie Marie?"

"Put your mouth on my pussy, Evan."

He kissed the insides of my thighs as he always did, but today he gently  bit them too. I swallowed, surprised how much I liked it. Then he  licked my pussy slowly, until I begged for more, not with my words but  my body. He stabbed his tongue then, fucking me with it. His fingers  worked in tandem, thrusting with the same rhythm. I cried and shivered  and pleaded for release. He sucked my clit. I arched my back. He hummed.  I bounced.

"I swear, you're gonna make me bite my tongue."

"With God as my witness, I will never harm that tongue. It's magic."

He laughed, the vibrations coursing through me. "I'm happy you think so."

"Evan, inside me … please."

He lifted his head, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Is it hot in here?"

"V-v-very."

"Then I should cool you off first."

"Yes," I panted. "Wait, what?"

He placed an ice cube on my belly. Oh, that's what he was doing at the  fridge. He covered the piece of ice with his mouth and moved it with his  tongue. The sensation of his hot mouth and the cold cube did me in. I  would have squirmed but his hands clasping my hips held me in place. The  ice cube went around my navel. It melted as he used his tongue to skate  it between my breasts and over my nipple, arousing me to new heights.  My wrists stretched against the drapery tie-backs with such force, I  heard the stitching tear. His erection was against me but not inside me.  He yanked his head back and stared at me. His eyes were a shade darker,  almost black in color. His lips crushed against mine-cold, wet, hard,  demanding. When he pulled away, I realized the ice was no bigger than a  pebble as it slid down my throat.

"I need you now," I said, somewhere between a whisper and scream.

"Glad to oblige."

I faintly heard the rip of the gold foil package and Evan sucking in a  breath. Then I could only feel. He curled his hands over mine as he  thrust inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist until my ankles  locked.

He grunted in response. I turned my head, watching the flex of his arms  with each thrust and feeling the warmth of his lips against the hollow  of my throat.

He paused suddenly. I pulsed my legs but he didn't move. Instead, he rolled his hips as his lips met mine.

"You make me forget the world," I said, kissing his jaw.

"And you make me happy I'm in it." He mouthed the words against my neck.

My heart tore, and I opened my mouth to say something back, but he covered it with his until the climax took hold of both of us.





Chapter Twenty





I wanted to talk to him about what he'd said, but there was no time. We  had to clean the scent of sex off us before coming to Mom's house.

He wore dark jeans and a button-down blue shirt. He fidgeted with the  knot of his pinstripe tie. I'd never seen Evan nervous. A rush of guilt  fled through me. Was I pushing him too far? Would I push him away  completely?

"I thought you didn't own any neckties."

"I borrowed this from Mike. I figured he wouldn't be too pleased if I used it as a sex prop."

"Yeah, I guess not. You really didn't have to wear a tie, Evan. I doubt anyone else will be."

"Wasn't much."

"Thank you for coming with me. I promise they'll love you."

He brushed his fingers through my hair, a slow smile on his lips. "Your hair's messy from the helmet."

"Your hair's messy too."

"You wanna fix it for me?"

"Nope."

The sound of Damien's old truck halted Evan. His hand pulled away so  fast you'd think my hair was on fire. He shoved it in his pocket, as if  trying to keep it restrained.

Mom opened the door. Three little boys rushed out, almost knocking me over. "Daddy!"

"What are you two doing standing out here? Come on in," Mom said, gesturing us inside.

"Damien, you have the boys?"

"I think they have me," he said. He was right. George hung on one arm while John hung on the other. Paul settled for a leg.                       
       
           



       

"You must be Billie's sister. Stevie or Marley?" he asked Mom. I was touched he remembered their names.

"I'm her mother, Emmie Wolfe."

"You're kidding."

Mom blushed, shaking a finger. "You're a charming one." She disentangled one of the boys from Damien and walked inside.

"Look at you, flirting with my mom," I said, elbowing Evan.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It was a legitimate question. That lady is your mama?"

"Yeah."

"Was she twelve when she had you?"

"No. She's aged very well."

"What's her secret?"

"You'll know after you eat with us."

He quirked an eyebrow, but the boys surrounded us, their curiosity taking over after they'd tackled Damien.

"These are my brothers," I said to Evan, introducing them.

"We're adopted," Paul offered.

"Really?" Evan said, his grin relaxing.

"Yes, that's why we look different. We were born in India. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes," Evan said.

"You've been there?"

"No."

"Oh," Paul said, somewhat disappointed, but it only lasted a split  second. "Mom and Dad came to get us because they wanted to make the  family bigger. We're special because they picked us to love, but they  say they're special because we loved them back."

"Don't hold back on your life story, son," Damien said, tousling his hair.