Forever, стр. 55
I tilt my head and eye the key. “It’s the key to her room. She always keeps it locked. I have a feeling she’s in her feelings about something that can be explained. Eva doesn’t know how gorgeous she is. She doesn’t get that someone like you could want her.” Her voice sounds sad as she speaks of her friend.
“She let you in. That’s big. I know she’s had a crush on you for forever. She tried to hide it, but I know her too well. Don’t make me regret this, Brick. You two are going to make my life hell, but I think it’ll be worth it in the end.”
I reach for the key and push off the wall. “Thanks, and for what it’s worth. She means the world to me. Your shit will work out too. He’s stubborn, but he cares about you. He’s not going to let anything get in the way of that,” I offer.
“Yeah, I know. Things are intense around here. I can feel it all coming to a head. Something big is brewing and it’s going to take us all for a ride.” She sighs.
“We’ll handle it just fine. We live for the ride.” I chuckle and wrap an arm around her shoulder to lead her into the clubhouse.
She shouldn’t have been sitting out here alone in the first place. I note the prospects patrolling the perimeters, but Misty is best safe inside. I welcome the warmth of the clubhouse as we step in.
One thing is on my mind as I see the clear path to the hall leading to Eva’s room. My woman, Eva. I’m finally going to get to make this right.
Eva
I can feel him all over me. His heat, his hands, his mouth, there isn’t a place left unconsumed by him. It feels so real. My heartache is forgotten as I get lost in his touch.
Right here, right now, all is forgotten and forgiven. The last three days of mourning are a thing of the past. All I want, all I need is him. I moan as my skin burns beneath his hot, wet kisses.
I can trust him here. It’s not real. It’s a dream my heart yearns for so much I can feel it all throughout my body. Even in my sleep.
When his tongue runs through my folds I feel my body quake like only Owen can make it. I whimper out in desperate hope this never ends. He’s devouring my honey with such hunger. My thighs are quivering on his shoulders.
I clench the sheets in my fingertips and arch off the bed. My hips rock to a rhythm of their own as he clamps a hand over one thigh and the other over my belly. His huge warm hand pressing down on my flesh warms my whole body and wraps me in a heat that makes me feel safe and free.
His groans fill the room and create a sonic quake that booms through me. Yes, I can trust him here. I can allow this feeling here. It’s what I need most. To feel, not to think, not to worry, not to cry. My only cries are cries of pleasure.
When my body explodes and I gush in his mouth, it is all too real. The feel of him latching on to claim my juices, the wetness between my cheeks, and my toes curling—it all sends me spiraling.
I bolt upright and blink the sleep away, my body is humming a song for the one man it knows. Only as I blink yet again, I’m startled by what comes into view. How the hell did he even get in here?
Owen’s green eyes are glowing hungrily back at me. I compress my brows as I try to process whether or not I’m awake. I watch his bare broad chest and shoulders as he stalks up my body like a panther. He glides his hands up from my ankles, over my calves, to my thighs, up my sides, to stop right under my heaving breasts.
I’m stuck, my brain is still scrambled from the orgasm that’s still rocking my body with aftershocks. I look down at his pale hands on my brown skin. My chest pangs because they look like they belong there.
I usually keep my door locked because I sleep in the nude or in my underwear. I know I locked that door. I flicker my eyes back up to his with questions in them.
He ignores the look and dips his head to wrap his warm mouth around my nipple. He draws it deep into his mouth as he rubs his rough thumb over the other tight peak.
I drop my head back as I gasp and whimper. I shake away the cobwebs and gain the strength to press a hand to his chest to push him away.
“Brick,” I call out.
My nipple pops free from his mouth and he looks up at me with a loud growl. I eye him warily and get ready to tell him to get out of my room, but he has other plans.
He slides his large hand to span my back. I part my lips on a stolen breath as his thick tip pushes through my entrance. I sob. He covers my mouth with his heated one to absorb my cries. He moves his hips slowly as he thrusts in and out of me.
He kisses me for what must be a full five minutes, while keeping the same pace, before he breaks the kiss and locks his green eyes with my brown. I have to close my eyes to block out the intensity I see there. He places his forehead to mine.
I’m so confused. I don’t understand how he can make love to me like this if I mean so little to him. I turn my head to break the