Eve grinned impishly, her lips still shiny and wet as she crawled back over him in a slow, seductive manner that had his body tightening. Eve was truly breathtaking straddled naked over him, with her dark red hair hanging wild and loose down her back. Like Paul, she had an inhuman obsession with working out and it showed. She wasn’t unnaturally muscular. She still had deep curves in her waist and beautifully rounded breasts that were surprisingly full considering her thin frame, but the exercise showed in the defined lines in her arms and thighs and over the flat plane of her stomach.
And also like Paul, Eve didn’t realize how truly breathtaking she was. She knew she was pretty, but she had never realized she was gorgeous. It had left her wide open to be hurt by assholes like her ex-fiancé because she never valued herself like she should.
“I love you too,” Danny said as he let his eyes run over Eve adoringly. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do,” Eve said gently, leaning down and cupping his face with both palms and pressing her lips to his. “Your eyes are so haunted. That hurts me. Let me make you feel better.”
“Okay,” he breathed against her lips as he reached out, grabbing her hips and guiding them to him. “Go slow. I want to savor you.”
“Slow sucks,” Eve whined, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around him and wiggling her hips impatiently to speed up the slide of his cock into her. “Fast is better.”
“Patience is better. We need to work on that with you,” he groaned, stretching out lazily beneath her as the pleasure of sliding into her tight pussy wrapped around him like a warm blanket. Once he was fully sheathed inside her Danny pulled Eve forward so she was draped over him, her soft breasts crushing against his chest. He traced the line of her spine, his hand tangling in her wild hair. “Slow, Evie.”
Eve surged forward, capturing his mouth hungrily, pushing her tongue past his lips greedily as she started moving over him. He grabbed her hips, trying to hold back her hard, impatient movements over him, but the sound of her breathy moans, the feel of her tight pussy and the decadent slide of skin against skin was fracturing his control.
With a growl of annoyance, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions. Danny grinned down at Eve triumphantly when she gasped in shock, looking up at him with stunned green eyes. He captured her hands, pinning her against the mattress as he slid out of her slowly and pushed back in with a lazy thrust of his hips.
“Relax,” he said, feeling her body tense around him, her hips shifting impatiently for more than what he was giving her. “Just feel me in you.”
Eve moaned, her back arching off the mattress as she tugged at the hold he had on her hands. “I like the friction.”
“There’s plenty of friction, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh as he pushed into her once more. “Calm down. I want to take you slow. Now just lie there and let me.”
“Bossy,” Eve huffed in defeat, her body finally relaxing beneath him. “Fine.”
He leaned down, a devious smile tugging at his lips. He pressed a kiss to the exposed line of her throat as he enjoyed having her pinned beneath him. “Good girl,” he whispered, dragging his tongue over the length of her neck in reward.
“Mmm,” she hummed, her hips pushing against his with the next slow thrust.
Danny fucked her slowly, savoring the leisurely build of pleasure as they both became sweaty and breathless. Eve started writhing against him, her hands fighting his hold on her, but he was unrelenting in his determination to enjoy her for as long as possible. He knew it was cruel to force her to just feel him without allowing her to climax, but it was that part of it that was getting him off. More than even the feel of Eve clenched tightly around him and the slick slide of their bodies joining over and over again in torturously slow thrusts.
“Please,” she finally gasped out when he wouldn’t speed his movements. “I want to come.”
“I like that,” he said as a flash of pleasure rolled over him. “You beg nicely.” “Help me, please,” she sobbed, her body shifting beneath him, her hips pushing
against his anxiously. “Touch me.”
He licked at her neck once more and let go of her hands to reach between their bodies and rub his fingers against her clit. Eve gasped, her hips arching into his hand, forcing his cock deeper in her.
“God, that’s good,” she panted as she used her free hand to cup her breast, her fingers rubbing against the tight nipple. “I’m gonna come, Danny Boy.”
“Go for it.”
Eve bowed beneath him quickly, her moans loud and unrestrained as her body started milking his cock in a way that made his balls tighten in need for his own release. When her gasps of pleasure subsided, he stopped touching her and captured her hands once more. He held her to the bed, her hands trapped high above her head as he started fucking her harder.
Slow lost its novelty as he finally gave in to the addictive feeling of Eve trapped beneath him. Fucking her roughly while she lay there pinned down and helpless had
him coming in her faster than he would have liked, his hips slamming against hers to the rhythm of his release. The pleasure speared through his body, making him groan out her name as he licked and bit at her skin more forcefully than he probably should. His exhaustion and constantly jumping from one bed partner to the next forced him to blend the two worlds in his blissful haze. When he was finally spent, he rolled off Eve, realizing too late she wasn’t the big hulk of muscle Paul was and probably didn’t appreciate the hard, domineering side of his nature.
“Sorry,” he choked, throwing his arm over his eyes as he fought to get his breath back. “I didn’t mean to be rough like that.”
“Love it,” Eve whispered breathlessly next to him. “The rougher the better, Danny Boy. You’re sexy.”
He snorted. “Don’t tell me that.”
“I love you,” she said as she rolled over, draping herself over him once more. She leaned down, placing a reverent kiss to the center of his chest. “You don’t have to hold yourself back. I hate that you think you have to hide from me. I love you as you are. I wish you’d believe me.”
“Maybe.” Danny raised his eyebrows as he considered her words while he ran his fingers through her long hair lovingly. “One way or the other, we’ll probably find out.”
“Do you wanna dance?”
Trisha frowned at Paul, arching one blonde eyebrow as she took a sip of her Coke. “What?”
“Dance,” he repeated, speaking louder over the pounding music. “Do you want to?”
Trisha considered that, a perplexed look on her face as she stared out to the dance floor filled with people, the music pulsing as lights flashed above them. She turned back to him, looking surprised. “Do you dance?”
He took a drink of his beer and then smiled. “Yeah. You didn’t know that?”
“No,” she said with a chuckle, looking amused as her blue eyes sparkled from the flashing lights. “Go dance. I want to see you.”
Paul laughed, studying Trisha who was dressed casually in khaki pants and a silk green top. She looked very pressed and put together, even if she was casual. As usual, her makeup was perfect. Her short, bobbed blonde hair framed her face in a very sensible, stylish hairstyle. She looked out of place in the Ybor City dance club. Double dating with Danny and Eve meant they had all ended up doing what Eve wanted because Danny would bend the world to her will if he could. Paul only caught flashes of Eve and Danny through the throngs of dancers. Saturday night was the worst possible time to come to Ybor City. Once the sun set, the historic city became one big party zone, but after three beers Paul found himself not caring about the crowd as he sat at the bar with Trisha who seemed perfectly content to be there. She was always agreeable, which was something that was nice about her. Paul really didn’t understand why Danny hated her as passionately as he did.
“I can’t dance without a partner,” he said as he finished his beer and set it on the bar behind him. He reached out, grabbing Trisha’s hand. “You wanna dance with me?”
“No,” Trisha said, tugging her hand out of his as she gave him a look that clearly said she thought he was insane. “I can’t dance. I’m not coordinated and I’ll make a fool of myself.”
“Most of the people on that dance floor are making fools of themselves,” Paul said loudly over the music. “That’s part of the fun. You can be a fool with me, sweetheart.”
“No, thank you,” Trisha said with a laugh. “But I want to see you dance. Go ahead.
I’ll cheer from the sidelines.”
Paul just shook his head and was turning around to order another beer when Danny suddenly showed up, looking breathless as sweat glimmered on his forehead. He ran both hands through his hair, slicking it away from his face, showing off dark,
sensual features Paul found himself fighting not to stare at when three beers had him mildly buzzed.
“Order me a water,” Danny said as he reached into the back pocket of his black jeans, pulling out his wallet. “Give my credit card to the bartender. You all can just put your drinks on my tab. If I can’t drink, you should.”
“I can drive your car back,” Trisha offered, taking another sip of Coke. “I’m not drinking. Order a beer if you want one.”
Danny considered that, making it obvious he wanted to drink, but was loath to accept any help from Trisha. He finally shook his head, tossing his wallet at Paul. “A water is fine.”
Paul rolled his eyes as he opened Danny’s wallet, trying to decide which card to use. “Order a fucking beer. Trisha doesn’t drink. She’ll drive us home. Her car is there anyway. I have no idea why you insisted on driving.”
“Actually, Evie’s wearing me out,” Danny said breathlessly, sitting down on the barstool next to Paul. “She’s got too much energy. She needs to get a job instead of working out all the time. I need the water.”
“Oh, Paul, give him a break and go dance with Eve,” Trisha suggested, looking out to the dance floor. “That way I can watch you dance.”
Danny arched an eyebrow, turning around on his barstool to give Paul a long look. “Yeah, Paul Guy, give me a break. Go bust a move.”
Trisha laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I do not believe he can dance. I’ve got to see this.”
“You’ve been dating him for two years and you’ve never seen him dance?” Danny asked in amazement as he gave Trisha a dark smile. “This should be fun.”
Paul closed his eyes in annoyance, knowing Danny was setting him up on purpose. “I’m not dancing with Eve. If Trisha won’t dance with me, then I can sit here and watch. The beer’s cold. I’m easy to please.”
“Eve’s sweet. You can have one dance with her,” Trisha said with a smile. “I really like her, Danny. She’s very cute. It’s nice to see you with a real girlfriend. I think she’s good for you.”
“Glad you approve,” Danny said dryly.
Paul spotted Eve break away from the crowd. She walked up to them, jumping in front of Danny at the bar, her heavy black boots making a thud. She was dressed head to toe in black, making her pale skin stand out starkly, with her long hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing clubbing clothes and unlike Trisha, she looked born to party in Ybor City. Like most of the other guys at the club, Paul found himself staring at her because she was so beautiful it was impossible not to.
“You need to quit smoking, Danny Boy,” Eve said loudly over the music as she brushed the sweat and fine red hairs off her forehead in exasperation. “Without you, all the weirdos start hanging on me. Sweaty, strange men—yuck!”
Danny laughed, his eyes running over Eve leeringly. “That’s ‘cause you’re so sexy.
They can’t resist.”
“Okay, come on,” she said, tugging on his hand impatiently. “You’re young and healthy. You can dance with me.”
“Paul will dance with you,” Trisha offered with a smirk at Paul. “Danny wants to order a water. Let Paul take his place for one dance.”
“Really?” Eve squeaked excitedly as she turned to look at Paul with wide green eyes. “You’d dance with me?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Paul said with another dark look at Danny. “If you need someone to keep the weirdos off you while Danny catches his breath I can give you one dance.”
“Awesome!” Eve abandoned Danny without a backward glace as she reached over and grabbed Paul’s hand. “Come on, Paul Guy. This will be fun, one dance for old times’ sake.”
“Trisha doesn’t believe he can dance,” Danny offered as he took his wallet back from Paul. “She thinks lawyers don’t dance.”
“They don’t,” Trisha put in with a laugh as she looked at Paul in amusement. “Not well, anyway. You’ve had quite a few beers. Are you going to make a fool of yourself?”
“Not in the way you’re thinking.” Paul got off the barstool, savoring the feeling of Eve’s hand in his as she tugged him impatiently toward the dance floor, excitement pulsing off her so potently he could taste it. “I’m practically married. You gotta behave.”
“That’s no fun. We’re dancing for old times’ sake.” Eve pulled back with a frown and then called out to Trisha, “Can I molest your fiancé for one dance?”
Trisha laughed. “If you want.”
“Permission and everything,” Eve said in a taunting voice as she turned around, dragging him toward the dance floor. She used her grip on his hand to force Paul to wrap his arm around her waist from behind as she pressed back against him invitingly. “Fuck me on the dance floor. I know you haven’t forgotten.”
Paul felt his eyes grow wide. He tightened his arm around Eve and leaned down to speak into her ear when they reached the edge of the dance floor. “Trisha’s watching. I can’t fuck you on the dance floor, Evie Girl.”
“She said you could,” Eve argued, moving against him seductively. “I asked.” “She’s never seen us dance before,” he breathed into her ear as his body started
moving with Eve’s on its own accord because ten years didn’t change the fact that they
were still tuned in to each other. When she pushed her hips back against his, Paul gripped them instinctively, holding her tightly to him and then fighting a shudder of pleasure when he realized how good it felt to hold her hips again. “Don’t get me in trouble.”
“I live to get you in trouble.” Eve reached behind her, wrapping her arms around his neck as she moved against him, her back still flush against his chest. “Okay, stop dancing like a stick in the mud. Move what your mama gave you.”