Chapter 8

EIGHT

Hendrix

I wake up with Evie wrapped around me, and it instantly becomes how I want to start my day every day.

I carried her to bed after she passed out last night and tucked her in before I threw her clothes in the wash. I wanted her to be able to stay a while, and I knew that she would use needing clean clothes as a reason to leave in the morning.

Now it’s morning, though, and Evie is starting to stir. I smile, taking my time as I pepper kisses over her face and down her neck.

“Morning,” she grumbles, and I smile.

“Try afternoon,” I tease her, and her eyes shoot open.

“What? Really?”

She looks over at the bedside clock, and her eyes bug as she sees that it is just past noon.

“Whoa, I’ve never slept in that late before,” she murmurs.

“I guess I wore you out,” I whisper I kiss her neck.

“You did,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I growl as I feel her tits press against my chest. My cock is hard and pressing against her soft stomach, and I growl again as she rubs against it.

“Looks like we didn’t wear you out,” she murmurs huskily, and I kiss her, rolling her under me.

“I’d never get sick of fucking you,” I tell her as my cock nudges against her opening.

She’s slick with need, and I slip in, both of us sighing as her wet heat wraps around me. I sink in balls deep, and her legs wrap around my waist. Then she’s pressing on my shoulders, and I roll over, helping her get settled on top of me.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

Her full tits are right in my face, and I can’t resist the temptation. I lean forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth as my hands mold the soft mounds.

“Hendrix,” Evie moans, long and low, and my cock jerks in her.

Her hips start to rock on me, taking me in deeper as she finds her rhythm. Her hands rest on my chest, and I let go of her breasts as I help her move up and down my length. She rides me like she was made to, and I grip her hips tighter as she starts to bounce up and down on my length.

I can feel her pussy squeezing me tighter and tighter, and I reach down between us, my fingers slipping over her drenched core until I find her clit and start to rub tight circles over it.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries, her body slamming down onto me now as she chases after her release.

She looks so hot as she moves up and down on my length. Her full tits sway and bounce with each movement, and it’s hypnotizing. She’s so wet as she bounces on me and my mouth waters as I think about licking up all of her juices.

“That’s it. Show me how much you love riding my cock,” I tell her, and her head tips back, her mouth opening in a silent cry as she comes all over me.

Her body starts to sag, and I grab her, rolling her under me as I start to pound into her. Seeing her get off while she rides me was so goddamn hot, and it doesn’t take me long before I’m coming too.

“Evie,” I groan, burying my face in her neck as I pump my seed into her. “Fuck, Evie.”

She sighs as I fall on my side next to her, and rolls over to face me.

“Nothing fake about that,” I whisper, and she stiffens.

I know instantly that I’ve said the wrong thing. Unfortunately for me, I’ve never been good with words or people, and I have no idea how to fix this.

Her stomach growls before I can try, and she blushes, moving to sit up in bed.

“Let me make you something to eat,” I say, practically leaping from bed.

She watches me in surprise as I rush out of the room and downstairs. I’m hoping some time apart will clear the tension between us and give me some idea on how to fix things.

I know that I need to tell her how I feel, that I need to tell her that I love her, but is it too soon? Will she think that I’m only saying it because we slept together last night?

I make us some grilled cheese and tomato soup and carry everything up to bed. Evie sits up, smiling shyly as I pass her a bowl and plate with two grilled cheese sandwiches.

“Thanks.”

I nod, and we both dig in, eating in silence for a moment. Both of us are starving and we finish the food quickly. I carry the dishes back downstairs and grab Evie’s clothes from the dryer, folding them and bringing them back upstairs. She watches as I set them on the dresser and then crawl into bed with her.

“Thanks for lunch.”

“Any—” I start, and she grins. “Of course,” I say instead. “I’m glad that you liked it.”

“Where did you learn to cook?”

“Marines. Though, I’m pretty useless in the kitchen. I can really just make the basics. Some soup, grilled cheese, eggs.”

“So, all of the good stuff.”

“Sure,” I say with a chuckle. “What about you?”

“I can cook. I don’t do it often. I think that there’s something kind of sad about cooking for one,” she says softly, and I nod.

“Well, you can always cook for me too,” I say lightly, and she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

She smothers a yawn, and I wrap her up in my arms.

“Still tired?” I ask, my own eyes growing heavy.

“Uh huh,” she murmurs, and I kiss her forehead as I let my eyes drop.

“Let’s take a nap,” I whisper, and she nods against me.

My eyes drift shut, and as I fall asleep, I make a promise to myself to tell her how I feel when I wake up.

Then we can finally start being a couple. A real couple.