31. Evie

Chapter thirty-one

Evie

Evie laid her cards down on the quilt and smiled. "Full house."

"Cheating," Lindsay said, tossing his cards down.

"Linds is such a sore loser," Saoirse said from the corner. Evie could practically hear her eyes roll.

"I've noticed," Evie said, giving him a prim look.

Lindsay grumbled to himself and started gathering the cards with his free hand.

"Well, that concludes our game for the evening." Evie stood up slowly. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to stay and intrude on Saoirse and Lindsay's evening together. Saoirse was curled up in the wingback chair in the corner with a book open in front of her. She appeared for all the world not to be paying attention until she periodically dropped a comment and resumed her commitment to her book as if she hadn't spoken at all.

Since yesterday, her acute anxiety seemed to have receded and instead she was broody and quiet. Evie wanted to say something, to do something, but she didn't know how or what to do. Saoirse seemed determined to move on, sharing details with Lindsay, alone, who informed the rest of them that she was limping because she'd jumped out of a second story window to escape from Walter.

Evie opened her mouth to say her goodnight, but Saoirse closed her book and stood.

"Goodnight," she said, abruptly.

"Sorsh, are you sure–" Lindsay started to say, watching her with a wrinkled forehead.

"Yes, Linds," she said, giving him a look. Then, she let herself out of the room, snapping the door shut behind her.

Evie and Lindsay looked at one another. He let out a breath and settled back against his pillows, shaking his head.

"I'm worried about her," he said quietly. "It's not even nine o'clock, anyway. Why's she going to bed already?"

Evie picked up his hand and pressed his knuckles to her lips. His fingers closed around hers at once and some of the tension eased from his face. He pulled their hands back toward him and pressed his own kisses on Evie's knuckles, which sent a beautiful little shiver through her.

"She probably just wants to be alone."

Lindsay patted the bed next to himself solicitously. "We're alone now, I've noticed," he said.

"So we are," Evie said. She smiled and bit her lip and then carefully started to climb over him rather flirtatiously to settle onto the bed next to him. But when she was straddling him, he clamped his hand on her wrist and held her there.

"No, this is great. Perfectly comfortable," he said, sliding his hand to her lower back and looking up at her with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Your shoulder!" she protested.

"It's perfectly safe," Lindsay said, shifting back and forth slightly. "I've been a good boy and kept out of trouble." His hand slipped down to stroke her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress. "Don't good boys get rewarded?"

Good boy rang through her mind. The first time she ever met him. Her first encounter with Alex. He's such a good boy, even when he's being bad. The memory made her bite her lip and blush.

"Of course they do," she said, leaning forward and murmuring against his lips, which immediately cracked into a beautiful smile. He laughed, a lovely sound of delight. "What does this good boy want for his reward?"

"You," he said simply, kissing her with a deep, luscious sensuality that went straight to her cunt. She rolled her hips, seeking the stiff outline of his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

Big cock, too.

Evie slowly broke her mouth away and then carefully scooted backward down the length of his legs so that she could kiss the naked flesh of his belly. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers and her lips followed the trail of russet hair that appeared as his fly opened.

"My birthday must have come early," he whispered .

Evie smiled at him as she reached slowly into his trousers and drew out his cock. Alex wasn't lying. It was large and it was beautiful, thick and pleasing. So pleasing that it made her mouth water just looking at it. She glanced up at him before she took the head of it into her mouth and began to slowly lick it and then to suck it, working it deeper and deeper into her throat until she had as much of him as she could take. Her hand stroked the rest of him, carefully attending to every inch of his beautiful cock.

Lindsay gasped and his body tensed in a way that made her shiver with pleasure and made her cunt grow hotter and hotter, but then she remembered herself.

Evie slid his erection out of her mouth and said, sternly, "If you roll around like a tomcat in heat, I'm going to stop. Don't you dare hurt your shoulder."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, lying still and panting. Her sternness did nothing to dissipate the gleam in his eye or the sexy smile on his face. "Jesus Christ, that's so good."

"Keep your voice down," she said, frowning at him. His smile broadened and he bit his lip with a nod.

Then she took him back into her mouth, paying careful attention to every sound, every breath, every movement of his body while she pleasured him–she hoped–as thoroughly as he had pleasured her.

"I want to be inside of you," he said at last, panting. He looked down at her with a fire in his eyes that made her cunt even wetter than it already was. His long, beautiful fingers slid into her hair, massaging her scalp, making her eyes roll for just a moment.

Evie slowly, carefully, pulled his cock from her mouth and continued to stroke it rhythmically as she spoke. "Ask me nicely."

"Please," he said. "Please. May I be inside of you?" Though it would have frankly disgusted her to have any other grown man begging her this way for her cunt, she found it outrageously sexy when he did it. There was a sparkle of guile, of mischief in his eyes when he did. His innate paradoxical nature of being both submissive and horribly stubborn was charming.

"I don't know," Evie said skeptically, looking long and hard at his shoulder sling. "You're injured."

"I'll lie still," he said, demonstrating by going totally limp.

Evie laughed.

"I'll be a most excellent patient," he went on with that twinkle in his eye. "I will be most well behaved."

Then he reached down and drew her up toward him until their lips were almost touching, though she didn't relinquish his cock.

"If I don't fuck you, I'm going to die," he murmured in a deeper voice that went straight to her cunt and made her bite her lips to keep from shivering. "I'm going to succumb to my injuries and die."

"We can't have that," she whispered back and opened her mouth slightly. He opened his too and brushed his lips against hers gently. Nudging her mouth with his. Then slowly, he tasted her tongue with his. He ran his good hand through her hair and then made a fist, gently but firmly gripping the hair at the back of her head.

"It would be a tragedy," he whispered, breath hitching as she squeezed his cock. "Terminal."

"Can't have that at all." Smiling, she disengaged from him and rolled over onto her back so that she could pull her drawers down.

"And the dress," Lindsay ordered, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows in a way that made her giggle.

She huffed. "Alright." Then she pulled her dress off, leaving her in her camisole and nothing else. The look on Lindsay's face was almost enough to make her come, the way his eyes were lidded and his face full of radiant, gorgeous desire. His fingers traced her stomach, her hip, her thigh. Then they traveled back up and hooked under her camisole.

"This too," he said.

"My, you're a fussy and demanding patient," she said and fought to keep her smile from taking over her face. She sat up slowly and slipped it over her head, freeing her breasts, rendering her body completely nude.

"Oh my god," he said like a worshipful pilgrim. Much to her delight and horror, he leaned forward onto his elbow and placed a kiss between her breasts.

"Lindsay!" she said. "Your shoulder!"

"Shh," he murmured, tracing a path with his lips to her right nipple. He rested on his good elbow, leaning into it as his clever, wicked mouth closed around her nipple, drawing on it until she was shuddering with pleasure that she could feel all the way down to her toes. She ran her fingers through his hair, pausing to grip it in a way that made him moan with approval. He alternated between sucking on her nipple and lapping at it with his tongue, moaning from the sheer pleasure of it as he took tastes of her body.

His mouth traveled to her other breast and gave it the same deliberate, efficient attention that had her choking on her moans to keep the other people in the house from hearing them.

His mouth started to move lower, tasting the flesh of her ribs, then her stomach. When she realized what he was doing, she slipped her fingers into his hair and gripped it like he'd done to her and gently pulled his face away from her.

His expression crumbled into a pout.

"No," she said, firmly. "Lay back."

His pout was replaced by a look of wicked eagerness and he did what he was told, slumping back against the pillows, eyes consuming every inch of her naked body.

He was gorgeous. In spite of the injury, he radiated virility and fire. The way his freckled, angular cheeks flushed made her want to kiss them.

"I want to taste you," he murmured as she slowly shifted so that she was straddling again. She slipped her hand behind his beautiful neck and inclined her head so that their lips were almost touching.

"You did," she whispered, smiling against his lips .

"No," he sighed in frustration, slipping his hand over her hip until he could gather a handful of her ass and squeeze. "Your cunt, I want to taste your cunt."

"No." She wagged her finger at him. "You're going to be a good boy and stay still while I fuck you."

The fire in his eye jumped from a smolder to a bonfire. "As you wish," he said in a voice that shook with his desire. His hands tightened on her flesh. "Who am I to deny a lady her wishes?"

With a maddening slowness, she reached between them and grasped his cock. Still keeping their mouths close, she rose up onto her knees and began to stroke her soaking cunt with the head of it. Lindsay let out a sigh and his hand glided from her backside, up her waist, and began to caress and knead her breast in way that turned her bones to liquid.

The way his eyes sharpened and the look on his face intensified as she slowly took him into her body, sinking down further and further onto the length of his erection, made her cunt pulse and made her unable to resist kissing him. His hand was on the back of her neck suddenly, tangling in her hair as she rocked her hips slowly, taking as much of him as she could, though it was slow work because of his size.

She moaned into his mouth, body shuddering at the sheer pleasure of being filled with him this way, straddling the edge of pain and pleasure.

"Dear God," he said between gritted teeth and looked down between them to watch her slowly raise herself up and sink back down. He looked up at her again, his eyes pools of pleasure. "Look at you. You're– You're fucking exquisite."

Evie laughed, a breathy strangled sound and leaned in to kiss him again. "Don't say silly things."

Lindsay opened his mouth to protest, but she kissed him again and began to ride him, rocking her hips slowly at first and then faster, rolling her hips to take him deeper. Looking down into his face as she leaned away from him, both hands on his chest, was almost enough to send her over the edge. The angle of his cock inside of her was perfect and intense, generating so much pleasure that it was becoming difficult to keep her rhythm and to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head.

He grasped her hip with his good hand and began to thrust up inside of her, but she tightened her thighs at once and stopped riding him.

"Don't move," she said, panting and doing a very poor job of sounding stern. "You're going to hurt yourself."

Lindsay gave her hip a little push and looked up at her with a tortured expression. "Don't stop now."

"Don't move," she said again, until he nodded and swallowed.

"Good boy," she said. Then, reluctantly, she released his cock from her cunt and moved down the length of his body until she had her elbows resting on either side of his hips so that she could take him into her hand. She guided it into her mouth and began to pleasure him, swallowing the length of him with such abandon that she didn't care how much spit was pooling over her hand and onto his flesh.

"Oh my god," he said, obviously making every effort not to raise his voice. He put his hand into her hair again and turned his head on the pillow, panting and biting his lip and moaning.

When his body began to tighten beneath her, she abandoned her adorations and slowly rose up onto her knees again.

"You're going to kill me," Lindsay whispered, blinking eyes at her that were hazy with desire. "You're going to make me dead."

"Not yet," she said, leaning forward to give a slow, luscious kiss. "You said you wanted to taste me."

He smiled against her lips. "Delicious," he murmured, licking her lips and violating her mouth with his tongue until he was satisfied that he'd gathered all evidence of her nectar from her mouth.

The hunger for his body was so intense that it made her impatient. Deftly, she positioned his cock against her slit and she sat back onto it, and began to ride him harder and faster until they were both panting and trying not to cry out. His hand gripped her hip and he watched her with half lidded eyes, looking so gorgeous and godlike that she didn't know how she'd ever thought he was anything but beautiful. She fucked him until her thighs were shaking and in desperate danger of giving out. The sheer pleasure of being with him in this way, each of them glorying in each other's beauty and the pleasure the other was experiencing, was ecstasy itself.

The intense and demanding pleasure of her orgasm was beginning to unravel in her cunt, spilling like glittering magic through her pelvis and her limbs, washing in and out like a wave that she could almost touch. She slipped her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them eagerly until she replaced them with her own mouth and began to stroke her swollen clit faster and faster until–

The orgasm that erupted in the center of her like a star filled her entire being with dazzling light and pleasure so intense she no longer felt human. She pressed her lips to Lindsay's and released her wails into his mouth. He ate them down greedily, rocking his hand with her hips as she took every last ounce of pleasure that he offered her with his perfect cock. For a moment she slowed down, pleasure making her limbs heavy and languid.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Lindsay said, a look of rapture on his face.

Evie laughed, resisting the urge to cover her face. The desperate but restrained need on Lindsay's face made the desire to feel him releasing his pleasure inside of her paramount and she began to ride him again, watching his face with acute focus, settling into a rhythm that drew gasps from him. Pleasure transformed his face until he was positively radiant.

"I'm– You've got to–"

"Come inside of me," she panted against his mouth. "Do it. "

If he felt any resistance, it evaporated with the proximity of his climax as she rode him until he let out a strangled cry and his face twisted and flushed from the intensity of his orgasm.

He lay back against the pillows, panting heavily, watching her with an expression that bordered on worshipful.

"Exquisite," he murmured, lifting his good hand to draw her down toward him. "Perfect. Heavenly. Divine."

He kissed her with a soft tenderness that belied his exhaustion. Chagrin suddenly filled her and she slowly drew him out of her, spilling his seed down the softening length of his cock. She nimbly plucked some linens out of the drawers in the nightstand and began to clean him up gently.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, glancing at his face.

The expression she found there was nothing less than contentment.

"I've died," he said hoarsely. "And gone to heaven." He caught her hand and tossed the soiled linen away. With a tired smile, he drew her knuckles against his lips. "You are absolutely–"

They both stilled and looked at each other. "Was that the phone?" she asked, heart slamming into her ribcage. Reality cut through the halo of happy pleasure that had kept her, for a moment, from thinking about their present circumstances.

"Yes," Lindsay said, his face growing serious.

Evie scrambled for her dress and yanked it over her head. She didn't bother with her camisole or her drawers and instead, quickly cleaned herself up with a clean linen, and then helped Lindsay get his trousers pulled back up. She was just finishing buttoning the last of them when they heard footsteps coming down the hall. They looked at each other, the same fear reflecting in each of their eyes.

A brief knock sounded at the door before it swung open, revealing Saoirse standing there, tall and rigid.

"Joey just called," Saoirse said, mouth tight and eyes hard. "Alex and Ryan have been arrested."

A brief but stunned silence followed as they all stared at one another. Evie's legs slowly gave out and she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Malcolm too?" Lindsay said, sitting forward. The beautiful, happy glow had completely evaporated from his face. The flush and the soft sheen of sweat on his forehead looked out of place with the grim expression he wore.

"No, not Malcolm," Saoirse said. "Malcolm is with Joey. Alex and Ryan never showed up to the rendezvous." She began to pace a little near the door of the room, her body moving in sharp, angular gestures.

"How did they find out, then?" Lindsay said he wiped at this forehead with his wrist, watching his sister with serious eyes.

"One of the girls at Lola's is sweet on Hiloha," Saoirse said, flicking her hair out of her stormy face. "She rang him as soon as she had the chance to tell him what happened. "

"Well, shit." Lindsay made a face as he sat all the way up and began to lower his feet to the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?" Evie put a hand on his leg, giving him a sharp look.

"Well, we have to go get them out," Lindsay said, as though it should be obvious.

"I have to go and get them out," said Evie. "You need to stay here and get better."

"Not a chance." Lindsay pulled his leg out of her hand and put both feet on the floor.

"We are going to get them out," Saiorse said, stepping forward. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her brother. "You are staying here, Linds."

"No," he said, glaring at his sister. "You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to let you two go and–"

"Not us two," Evie said, quickly. She turned to look at Saoirse. "I really think– Since I'm the one– They're in there because of me. I don't want anyone else to–"

"You can't go on your own," Saoirse said, flatly. "And it isn't going to be safe to ask Malcolm or the other boys to go. What if they arrest them too? They're looking for you. They've probably arrested them under suspicion of your kidnapping, so if you go and present yourself they'll have to let them out. And I'll be there in case there's trouble."

"I'm going," Lindsay said again through his teeth.

"No, you're not," both women said at the same time.

"Lindsay, you're injured," Evie said. "Darling, you won't be any good to anybody. What if something happened to you? "

"That's my cousin," Lindsay said, anger flushing his cheeks. "That's my lover they have locked up."

"Yes," Saoirse said, unmoved. "And they would both agree with us."

"Saoirse, I don't think–" Evie said again. "What if–" She swallowed. "What if Walter–?"

Saoirse stared at her, green eyes turning to ice. "Oh, believe me, Evie," she said softly. "I would love to run into Walter Stanley again."