Chapter 13

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

SPENCER

Evan wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his side. I can still feel him between my legs. The ache of him is there, and it’s spectacular. I wish it would be there always. And I totally know how weird that sounds, but it’s something that I never thought I would have again from him.

Placing my hand on his chest, I tip my head backward and look up into his eyes.

“Evan?” I call out softly, loving the fact that I know his real name.

It makes this feel like it could be for real. That this could be my reality. Lying here naked with him, our bodies intertwined. Our smells integrated and commingled—amazing.

He hums as he slides his fingers up the center of my spine before he tangles them in the strands of my hair. I love the way they feel there. Almost as much as I love the ache between my legs from his length.

I can’t get over any of it. I feel like I need to be pinched just to know that this is real.

“Spencer,” he murmurs when I don’t say anything else.

I’m lost in a daze, a daydream, and don’t want to wake up. Letting out a sigh, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip before I speak.

“I don’t want to be that girl, but I’m going to be,” I begin.

He lets out a chuckle of laughter, and I know he finds me cute. At least he does right now. I don’t know what he’ll think after I ask him what I’m about to ask him. He tugs on my hair slightly as if he’s telling me to continue.

“What are we?” I finally ask.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m rolled onto my back. Evan is on top of me. His body is heavy against mine. I accept and even welcome the weight. It feels good, having this man pressed against me, his body against my own, his chest hair touching my sensitive nipples.

Closing my eyes, I try not to moan. I try not to completely lose myself in the way he feels. I want an answer. No, I need an answer. I crave it.

The girl I once was, the woman I am—we need all of this. We deserve our happiness, and as much as I want to deny it, he is my happiness, always has been—always will be.

“It’s simple,” he rasps. “You are my woman.”

“And you are?” I ask, holding my breath, hoping he is going to give me the answer I crave.

He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as his eyes search mine. I can feel his length harden against my pussy. My hips involuntarily jerk against his length. I’m sore, but I want him again. I grow wetter thinking about him slipping inside of me, stretching me. I can’t help but want him again.

Evan releases his grip on my waist with one of his hands. Then he slips it between my legs. I can feel his fingers slide through my folds, swirling my clit, then they slip inside of me. My eyes close, feeling his fingers stretch me.

“I am yours, Spencer. I’ve always been yours, beautiful.”

His words send a thrill of desire up my spine. Leaning back slightly, I lift my hips to give him better access to me. All of me. I know deep inside of me that this is meant to be—meant to last.

It’s real.

“Now, be a good girl.”

“I’m always a good girl,” I say with a shaky voice.

My entire body is trembling as I climb higher and higher. I stand on the edge of the cliff, ready to tumble over. I’m ready to come. I want it. Not just because I’m close but because he wants it, too.

I want to be his good girl.

I live for it.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’ll be your good girl,” I rasp.

He doesn’t respond to my whispers with words. Instead, his fingers move faster inside of me. He makes come-hither motions over and over, his thumb swirling my clit as he does. It consumes me.

Closing my eyes, I reach out and grip his thighs as I arch my back. I come. It rolls throughout my entire body, and I swear my soul separates from my body for a moment—it is that earth-shattering.

Before I can come down from my release, Evan rolls us again and drags my body forward, and then I’m right there.

I’m sitting on his face.

My heart races as his tongue slides through my center. I don’t know what’s happening. I’m sensitive, and my orgasm is still pulsing through me at the same time his tongue is lapping at my center.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s perfection.

I close my eyes and grip the headboard. It’s a simple wooden headboard. I wouldn’t be surprised if Evan made it himself. It’s a large plank piece of wood, but right now, it’s the only thing holding me up as I grip it with all of my strength. Though, to be fair, it’s not much strength right now, and I’m not sure why I’m so focused on the damn headboard to begin with.

Then it’s almost as if something he does between my legs sends a bolt of lightning throughout my entire body. I jump slightly, and my eyes pop open. My lips part as my breath hitches.

“Evan,” I exhale.

The word comes out so soft that I almost don’t even hear it. Then I close my eyes, and I see stars. I’m not sure how long I am in this position. How long I stay in the darkness as stars float in my vision, but it takes everything inside of me to just breathe.

When my back lands against the soft mattress, my eyes open, and I’m met with Evan’s beautiful gaze. Then he slides inside of me, and I let out a sigh. Full. Fulfilled. That’s how I feel right now.

He dips his chin, and his mouth touches mine. He tastes like me, and I’m not sure if that should be sexy, but it is. Sliding my tongue along the seam of his lips, I moan at the taste. And then his tongue slips inside of me, and he fucks me with his tongue at the same time he moves inside of me. The same rhythm.

I’m not sure I can come again. I’ve almost lost count of how many times he’s made me come. Three. It’s been three times. And I’m on my way to number four. I didn’t even know this was possible, but I want it to happen.

I want to come again.

And when I do—I know it is going to be earth-shattering.

Higher and higher, I climb until I’m on the edge. I can hardly breathe. His tongue continues to fuck me as his hips move. I’m consumed. I thought he had consumed me before, but it was nothing like this.

And then I come.

Evan breaks the kiss, his eyes wildly searching mine, and that’s when I realize he’s coming, too. His lips part, and his face wears the expression of surprise. I feel his cock twitch inside of me, and the warmth of his release fills my body. My eyelids flutter closed as I accept all of him inside of me.

It’s almost… beautiful .

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Stretching, I grunt as I roll over and wrap my arm around the warm body beside me. It’s a good body, too. One that I began to fully explore last night… several times. Touching my lips to her shoulder, I feel her body tremble.

“Good morning, beautiful. Are you ready to go home?”

There is a moment of silence, but I know she’s awake because her body stiffens. I don’t move, though. I stay perfectly still as I wait for her to say or do something. Slowly, she turns in my arms, her eyes lifting to meet mine.

“Home?” she asks, her voice soft and almost sweet sounding.

Clearing my throat, I dip my chin to touch my lips to hers before I shift back slightly. Keeping my arms wrapped around her, I can’t take my gaze from hers. I hold her attention, her focus, ensuring that she’s going to hear every word I say.

“Home, Spencer. I want you at my cabin. Always.”

“But what about Austin? My life there?”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to be a dick. I need to take this slowly, but not so slowly that she thinks she can move back there. Because I’ll be damned, absolutely fucking damned, if she goes anywhere but my cabin in the woods.

“What about it?” I ask, looking into her eyes.

I’m trying not to tell her what to do while at the same time telling her what to fucking do. She inhales a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “But what if we don’t work out? Where will I go?”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “First of all, we’ll work out just fine. Secondly, you can stay at the cabin, and I’ll come back here if there’s an issue.”

“You’re going to give me the cabin if we break up?” she asks, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted in awe.

Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers briefly before I lean back again slightly. “Not breaking up, beautiful. You’re mine, but yeah.”

“My car?” she asks.

I burst out laughing. “Spencer, I’m sorry, but that car is fucking useless around here.”

She knows I’m right, and she must have been asking me as a joke because her lips twitch into a smirk. She leans forward and touches her lips to mine. I want to deepen the kiss and fuck her again, but my cock is raw, and my balls are absolutely fucking empty.

“Okay, no Tesla, but I have to drive something. And I’d prefer something that was clean.”

“I got you, beautiful.”

She sits up, the sheet falling away from her gorgeous tits. My eyes shift down to them. I can’t look back up into her gaze. I’m completely transfixed by those beautiful breasts that are practically begging for my mouth.

“Evan?” she calls out, and I tear my gaze from those tits I want to consume and force myself to look up into her eyes.

“You’ll get a new car. I got you.”

“I’ve made it on my own since I left here. I can get my own car.”

I know she’s trying to be independent, and she can do that, but at the same time… she’s my woman. I never had one before, and I want to take care of her. So, since she can’t keep her car here, I’ll buy her a new one.

End of story.

“Let’s get dressed, get your shit, and go to the cabin so you can get all set up.”

She stares at me for a moment, then nods once. “I don’t know what to say to all of that. Just know, whatever you buy me, I will pay you back.”

I can tell this is important to her, so I don’t say anything. Instead, I just smile at her as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and stands. Watching her ass as she moves toward the bathroom door, I grunt.

It’s the perfect upside-down heart.

Fucking fabulous.

I restrain myself from following her into the bathroom, knowing that if I do, we’ll fuck again. It takes all of my self-control to keep from going in there with her, mainly because I want to save myself for the cabin and christen it when we get there this afternoon.