22. Rebel

For some reason,everyone was at our house watching the Music Awards, but I would rather have been in my room thinking about Evie, wherever she was. I tried checking on her, but they had already sold the house by the time I visited. I tracked them down to Florida, where I learned Evie had bought an RV and was traveling around the United States.

I kicked myself a million times for not chasing down that taxi. Then I decided to give it a couple of months before going to her. I was too late. She was somewhere on the road. I sat back and focused on the television. I saw the camera zoom in on a couple and did a double take.

"Oh, look at Evie! She's beautiful," Jaz said, clapping her hands. "I know she will win for best song. "Crying Angel" That is the best song ever, plus her other one, "Wish He Were Here.""

"What is Evie doing there?"

"She's a songwriter," Reaper said.

"Are you telling me she wrote ‘Crying Angel' and Wish He Were Here? How come I didn't know this, and all of you did? Look at her; she looks so different. She is so beautiful. I wish someone would have told me about her. You knew I had gone to talk to her, but she was already gone."

"Here it comes," Reaper said. "Best song of the year.

The best song of the year goes to Evie McDonald," I watched Evie scream and jump up, Luke Campbell walked up with her. I could see she was overwhelmed. I should be there with her. And then they started singing. I saw all the pain in Evie's eyes as she sang. She was so good; she should be singing her own songs. Evie looked like she might cry. Did she write that about us? The camera zoomed in on her, and my heart pounded. I loved this woman so much.

Four nights later, I was sleeping when something heavy landed on my chest. I put my hand there and turned on the light, Cinder was there. In bed with me. "Where have you been? Thank you for showing up. I can contact Evie and tell her you're here." I woke Reaper up. "Give me Evie's new phone number."

"What time is it?"

"It's two-thirty."

"Are you going to call her in the middle of the night?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because Cinder is back. Plus, I want to tell her Kylie gave you Alpo," I said. Stop all the questions. I need to hear her voice."

"Okay, but I already told her about Alpo."

"Take my phone; you can get her number from it. Now, can I go back to sleep?"

"Yes, go back to sleep," I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and then called. The phone rang five times before she answered.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Dash, is this you?"

"Yes. What are you doing?" I can't believe I sound like an idiot.

"What are you doing?"

"I was sleeping, and Cinder jumped onto my chest. I thought you might want me to bring her to you."

"Do you want to bring her to me?"

"Yes. I went to see you, but you were gone."

"I know my Dad told me. I'm sorry I missed you."

"Do you like RVing?"

"It's okay, but I'm considering buying a home soon."

"Where are you?"

"I'm parked at Marcus and Jaz's home."

"What? You're here? When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago."

"Can you drive your RV over here?"

"Do you mean right now?"

"Yeah, right now."

"I'll see you in two minutes."

"I'll be outside waiting," I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and hurried outside just as she pulled up the driveway. All I could do was stand there staring at her as she opened her door. I smiled. She was wearing pink bunny pajamas.

Two steps, and I was standing in front of her. "I missed you so much," I said before I pulled her into my arms, and my mouth covered hers. When I raised my head, she gazed into my eyes. "I can't do two months," she said.

"Neither can I. I don't want just lust with you anymore. I want love. I love you, Evie. I love you so much. I want to be with you forever. I'm so sorry I let you go. I wanted to run and tell you to stay. I knew I loved you then; I have always loved you. Say something."

"I love you too, and being miserable has been very beneficial in writing songs. I have enough to pay the Delta Force Guardians for keeping us safe."

"You were kidnapped in our driveway."

"That was my fault."

"No, it was my fault for letting you out of my sight. Are you going to come inside with me?"

"Yes, I can't wait to get a peek at Hannah. Reaper sends me pictures, but a photo is nothing like touching her," Evie said as we walked inside and down the hall. The first stop was Hannah's room. Then, our room because from this moment on, it would be ours.

It only took us a minute before we were both naked and in bed. Evie ran her hand down my chest, and I took her wrist and kissed it. Before she could respond, I pulled her on top of me, and she chuckled.

"I've missed you," I whispered softly in her ear as I kissed her neck.

"I missed you too," she murmured before reaching up and kissing my chin.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her onto her back. My knee nudged her legs apart, and I stretched out between her thighs, bracing myself on my elbows as I looked down at her flushed face. I love her. I will always love her.

I could feel her heart racing. Then she went utterly still and waited to see what I would do next. My hand trailed down between her thighs, she made a noise that went straight to my dick, I didn't think it could get any harder, but I was wrong.

It was all the encouragement I needed. My mouth settled on hers in a kiss that was warm and undemanding. But soon, it wasn't enough for me. One taste of her sweet mouth made me crave more. My tongue swept inside and rubbed against hers. I took my time leisurely exploring her mouth until that wasn't enough. I tightened my hold on her, and the kiss deepened.

With a groan, I lifted my head. "Tell me what you want," I whispered into her ear.

"I want all of you," she said, looking into my eyes.

I was eager and hot, as though it was my first time. I knew how to please Evie—but this was different. Once I admitted to loving her, everything changed. My need to be with her made me ache.

Evie wasn't shy with me or hesitant. She stroked my back, my shoulders, my arms. I could feel her heart pounding, and when I touched her soft folds, she arched against me and moaned softly. I felt the shivers cascade down her arms and legs when I began to nuzzle the side of her neck. Her breath was sweet and warm against my skin, and when she kissed my ear, I felt a jolt of longing down to my toes.

"Evie," I said softly against her skin.

"Yes," she whispered as my fingers entered her.

"I'm going to make love to you every chance I get."

"Good, I was going to tell you the same thing," she whispered as I started moving my fingers faster. I knew she was ready to orgasm. I gently touched her nub with my thumb as my fingers moved faster. With a cry, she orgasmed, I didn't give her time to relax.

Her legs moved restlessly against mine. I kissed the side of her neck and slowly moved lower, taking my time, teasing and tormenting her the entire time. My tongue gently tickled her collarbone, and when I reached her breast, I felt her tighten around me.

I began to drive her slowly out of her mind. I had no idea her breast was so sensitive, and I enjoyed every moment as she lost a bit more control with each stroke of my tongue, my fingers kept moving in and out. I planned to make her wild. My tongue explored every inch of her stomach as I made my way slowly down her body. When my hands cupped her cheeks, I lifted her so my tongue could explore her folds.

She shouted my name over and over as she orgasmed again and again. My tongue was buried between her thighs. All I could think was to please this woman I love more than life itself. I couldn't last much longer. My erection was painful. It needed release. I crawled back up her slick body, taking a nipple in my mouth on the way.

I was losing control as well. I took a deep, shuddering breath and passionately kissed her. My hands actually trembled. I kissed her again—hard, quick, and then pulled away.

"Dash, give it to me now, I can't wait any longer," she cried. Her touch was becoming frantic, moving all over my body.

I delayed as long as I could to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me. Her response made it impossible to wait any longer. I knew she was ready. My mouth covered hers, and I moved between her thighs and slowly sank into her liquid heat. She was so tight, so hot, I groaned from the sheer bliss. I drove her beyond control as I made love to her until we both had our release. I stayed completely still inside her, panting as I whispered her name.

She cried out my name. The ecstasy was overwhelming. Each time we made love was like the first time.

Evie wasn't content to let me catch my breath. I knew she wanted me to give her release again. She lifted her knees to take me in deeper and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Oh, how she wanted to please me, make me as crazed as she was. She bit my shoulder, kissed my mouth, and moved to my neck. She was panting now. I pulled back and thrust deep again, and tears came to her eyes. I was staggered by the intensity of the feelings gathering inside me. My movements became more powerful, more all-consuming, and more demanding.

Even in the throes of raw passion, I had always been able to control my actions to set my pace. But I couldn't control anything right now. I thrust into her again and again, powerless to slow down.

She was as passionate as I was—tension built within her, ready to burst with the need for release.

I watched as wave after wave of sensation poured over her. I thought she might cry.

I kissed her, then buried my face in the crook of her neck; as I released again, I was slow to recover. "Damn, sweetheart, you are killing me," I whispered. I was panting against her ear. Or was that her panting?

I rolled to my side and pulled her with me. I held her and stroked her, my touch tender now. Neither of us spoke, and both were content for the moment. The minutes ticked by, and she fell asleep in my arms. In the middle of the night, she awoke. Her hand touched me, but I didn't let her know I was awake. She went back to sleep quickly.

When she woke up again, I was in the shower. I watched her through the mirror as she threw her legs over the side of the bed and joined me. I smiled as I pulled her to me and made love to her again. I kissed every inch of her. We stayed in the shower until the water turned cold.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Are you going to make breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm starving," she said as she dressed. I saw her rush out of the room and straight into Hannah's room. I looked at the clock, and it was six in the morning. I could hear the house waking up.