Read Embrace (Evolve Series #2) Online
Authors: S.E. Hall
“Dane!” Sawyer busts out.
Lots of yelling going on today, and this backyard
isn’t that big. I think maybe everyone’s a little on edge with the end of the
school year and lots of big changes.
“I quit! Be back at the start of school!”
“Sounds good,” Dane answers in a normal voice since
he’s now standing right beside us. “You go do your thing; duplex is waiting for
ya when you get back. It’ll be nice to know Laney’s got you there when I can’t
be.” He gives him a slap on the back. “And I’m sorry. I’d trust you with my
life, which coincidentally, she is.”
“I know, peckerhead,” Sawyer wraps him up.
“We gonna sing Kumbaya now? You know it’s bad when
Sawyer sprouts a vagina. Come on, let’s slide bitches!” Zach screams, running
through the mud hole like a maniac.
Everyone joins in, whooping and hollering, dodging
the squealing pig at their feet, but not Whitley. No, Whitley holds strong,
here with me, resting her head back on my shoulder, sighing peacefully.
I couldn’t agree more, pretty girl.
Pillow Talk
~Evan~
“
T
o us, the smartest fucking college
students ever! May they
try
to invent the exam that stumps us!” Sawyer
toasts.
The Crew members all hold up their glasses to his. “Cheers!”
“I can’t believe this is our last Crew night until
the fall,” Laney says sadly. “I’m glad it’s summer, but I’m gonna miss
everybody.”
“Laney, aren’t you planning on coming home to see
your dad some?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“You and Dane swing by Parker’s when you do. With
me, Whit, Saw, and Zach there, it’s a Crew night!” I explain.
“But what about Tate and Bennett?”
“Bring them along.”
“It’ll be fine, Laney,” Bennett consoles her, “we’ll
try to make it a few times.”
“See, now enough sad talk, baby, finish your
goodbyes so I can get you home.” Dane swats her butt. “What time are you guys
leaving in the morning?” he asks me.
“Parker’s supposed to be here with the trailer about
ten,” I say.
Tiny is no longer tiny and must be hauled to the
farm in a trailer. Whitley had thrown a ringtail fit, cussing a blue streak at
me for days until I finally called the ASPCA and had them tell her that it is,
in fact,
not
cruel and unusual punishment but rather the safest plan for
both pig and transporters.
You’ll never convince Whitley, but pigs aren’t nice
animals, and the bigger they get, the meaner they get. I’m really hoping she’s
over it by the end of the summer and might settle for a cat.
“You guys need anything, just call.” He reaches out
to shake. “Sawyer and Whitley on a farm,” he says with a laugh, “you’re a brave
man, Evan.”
“Tell Parker we’ll be down soon, and please swing by
Dad’s and make sure he’s eating and has clean laundry, okay?” Laney worries her
lip. “I’ll be down after the charity clinic next week, I promise.”
“I will, but he’s fine. Now come ‘ere.” I pull her
in for a big hug. “Don’t worry so much, Copper. Everything’s fine; we’ll all
see each other soon. Okay?”
“K, Tod,” she mumbles, heading into Whitley’s arms.
“Have fun, Whit, and please call me, and—”
“Goodnight, everyone,” Dane says for her as he
carries her out the door thrown over his shoulder. “We’ll see you in eight,
long, excruciating days.”
“Good idea. Come on, Ben,” Tate yawns, “I’m tired, put
your man to bed.”
“Bye, guys.” She hugs Whit and me, of course teary-eyed,
because she’s Bennett. “We’ll visit as soon as we can. Tate’s running the gym
now, so we’ll be a little busy.”
“What?” Whitley asks.
“Oh yeah,” Bennett lowers her voice, “you didn’t
hear?” “Ty’s is now all Tate’s, free and clear. Dane
finally
got him to
take something to run and build from on his own. Didn’t hurt,” she smirks,
“that Jenee’s the GM there.”
“Wh-whoa!” Whitley apparently catches on and giggles.
“Everybody wins. Go Laney!”
“Exactly! Anyway, you guys be careful. Miss us!”
“We will!” Whitley shuts the door behind them. “You
guys sleeping here to head out early or what?” she asks Sawyer and Zach, who I
give a “no way” and throat slash to behind her back.
“Nah, I still gotta finish packing,” Zach smoothly
covers, “and I’ll need a ride in the morning, so come on, Sawyer.”
“I’ll come get you, but I’m gonna crash here,” he
says.
Bastard.
“I’ll go get the guest room ready then.” Whitley
heads down the hall.
“Dude, don’t make her do that work just so you can
yank Evan’s chain,” Zach chuckles. “Whit, don’t bother, he’s coming with me!”
he yells down the hall.
“Who says I’m kidding?” He wags his eyebrows at me.
“You are such a prick,” I shove him, “get the hell
out.”
“Oh yeah, boys, gonna be a fun summer!” Sawyer
proclaims, rapping on the doorframe and chuckling at himself as they leave.
“What the—did they leave?” she says, drawing my eyes
to her.
“Yep.” I turn the deadbolt and switch off the main
light. I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt, tossing it over the couch.
“Are you gonna take a shower before bed?”
“Nope.”
I kick off my shoes then lean over and get the
socks. I stalk her, my eyes telling her what’s on my mind. Night after night I
sleep beside her, holding her, doing nothing more than kissing and heavy
petting, only a few times even under her shirt. Tonight, I’m hanging my
gentleman hat by the door and hoping for more. I take her hand and pull her
into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. She watches my every move as I
put my phone on her dock, starting my “Hummingbird” playlist, then turn back to
her.
Her pupils are dilated and I watch her tongue skim
across her lip; she feels the shift in the air, her nipples already hard
against her shirt. Her chest rises and falls urgently. “I’ve never,” she
whispers.
“Me either.” I hold her gaze.
“No?” She doesn’t hide her surprise and maybe
skepticism.
I shake my head no, unashamed.
“And you want me?” Her cheeks pink and she treats
that lip to her tongue again.
This time I nod, moving closer to her. “I want you
so bad, pretty girl. I want to love you,” I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want
to take care of you. I want to hold you. I want to be with you every chance I
get.” I capture her sigh in my mouth as I cover hers, moving my hands to her
perky little ass and squeezing with a tortured groan. “You want me back?”
“Yes,” she rasps out, sliding her hands down my
back, around to my abs, which contract beneath her light touch, and finally to
the button of my jeans. She guides each button free then yanks them down past
my knees, where I finish kicking them off. Backing away but a step, her eyes
rake over me, now before her in just my boxer briefs, up, down, then up again.
“You are so hot,” she moans, then slaps a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
“Come ‘ere.” I hold my hand out and pull her flush
against me. “Let me see you?” I ask, tipping up her face with one finger under
her chin.
She nods, biting her lip, testing my patience.
“Arms up, gorgeous,” I breathe against her neck, her
pulse point, running my fingertips up her limbs as she raises them. I pull her
shirt over her head, kissing her chest, neck, and collarbone as I reach behind
and unclasp her bra.
Her arms come down and she lets it fall to the floor
while her sultry eyes stay on mine, blue on blue, Whit on Evan. Just us.
“You steal my breath away, pretty girl. I can’t stop
looking at you.” I move and sit on the edge of her bed, pulling her between my
legs. My hands run along her sides as I suckle her soft, flat stomach. “So
soft, so sexy.”
My girl runs her fingers through my hair, whimpering
as I kiss and lick every inch bared to me, taking my sweet time. Her body is
more than beautiful, more than tiny and perfect; it’s miraculous, entrancing. I
can’t decide if I want to see more yet. Have I done her heavy, rounded breasts
justice? Does her navel know yet that I adore it? Her hips, her dips, is that
hidden balloon, that balloon that
I
had put there, ready for me?
She thinks so, her fingers sneaking into her
waistband and enticingly, agonizingly slow, pulling down her shorts. No
panties. And no soft curls.
“Don’t you move,” I snarl manically. “Aw, babe,” I
rub my eyes, just making sure, “Whitley, you’re gonna kill me.” I use one
finger to reach out and touch, outlining first my balloon, then her bareness,
her beauty.
I’ve seen girls naked, I’ve messed around with a few
more than Laney, but I have never even come close to the likes of a naked
Whitley Suzanne Thompson. Laney’s a gorgeous girl, her body a toned machine,
and everything she showed me was respected and adored…and why I’m thinking
about this right now I have no idea, but maybe it’s because Whitley before me
is short circuiting my brain.
She’s so…delicate, so feminine, so not of this
world. Seriously, her body is a temple; a smokin’, tight, untouched, dainty,
bare
temple. If I can only pick one body to look at the rest of my life, supermodels
around the globe included, I pick the one standing right in front of me. She
reaches up and lets her hair down, running her hands through it. I’m gonna come
right here, I swear. She looks
that
good.
She climbs on my lap, straddling me, and pushes me back
to lie flat on her bed. That strawberry scented hair of hers falls in my face
as she lowers herself over me, kissing and running her tongue over my chest, my
nipples, open mouth suckingmyher tattoo. “I love your body, Evan.” She
blows along the places her mouth left damp, “and this,” she runs a finger down
the line of hair from my navel to where the head of my dick now sticks out of
my briefs, “I love this.” Scooting, she makes room to peel my underwear off,
doing illegal things to both thighs on her way back up.
“In my pants, wallet,” I pant, trying to calm myself
as she hops off me to grab a condom or three. I’ve never wanted anyone more in
my life, my head fells like it’s about to explode and we’ve barely started. I
don’t want to quicknut and spoil our first time. Maybe I should say I have to
go to the bathroom and knock one out first?
Or maybe I should share this, however it goes, with
the woman who knows the
man
I am best. That’s right; as a man, the
person I am today, Whitley knows me best. And just like I know anything
happening with her will be perfect and just as it should be, I know she’ll feel
the same.
Too late anyway, she’s crawling back up me, my cock
actually twitching up off my stomach on its own. And now we’re draped together,
nipple to nipple, stomachs quivering as one, and I can feel her moisture on me.
There’s one other thing I’ve never done, and she’s the one. I flip her and
chuckle when she squeals, then moan low and euphorically when my tongue, joined
by one finger, first finds her.
Her nails dig into my scalp. “Evan, I—”
“You what?” I ask against her.
“I’ve never!” she wails. “Never—”
I guess we’re gonna do a checklist as we go, which
is fine by me. If you think it bothers me to get affirmation of everything that
she’s chosen to give to only me—it doesn’t. The couple that learns together,
stays together.
Catchy, I like it.
Girls think guys want them to put out. They do,
don’t get me wrong, but a girl who gives it only to you? Yours. Only. Ever…you
will never compete with that, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve,
easy girls. Doesn’t matter who or what he is, the sole proprietorship thing is
a universal turn-on.
“Me either, pretty girl. It’s okay,” I lay my left
hand on her belly to ease her, “I got you, always got you.” I wait, rubbing her
stomach, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she answers.
“Open up a little more, baby. That’s it,” I calm her
as her knees fall further apart. When I feel her completely relax for me, I lay
my mouth upon her once more.
Her hips bucking up wildly, almost startling me. “Ah,
Evan!” she cries out. “I need.”
I don’t want to
hold down
her hips, but, well,
I hold down her hips. “I know, baby, stay still for me and I’ll give it you.” I
take one long, soothing lick. “Tell me, tongue or finger?”
I’m not too proud to stop and ask for directions.
This sexy, thrashing dream come true is gonna come in my mouth, that’s all
there is to it. And once I learn what she likes, she’ll never have to tell me
again. I am a firm believer in dedication to practice, and pretty sure I’m
already addicted to the taste of her.
“Both?” she asks in a shaky voice. “Finger in me…”
she gasps as I slide one in, “a-and your tongue?”
Yes, ma’am.
I could do this all night. I’ve heard locker room
talk, and I know there are some guys who hate this, refuse to do it—morons. I
can’t help thrusting against the mattress in rhythm to my feast of her; it’s
that damn enjoyable.
“Faster, and harder with your finger,” check, “and
right,” she pulls my hair, forcing my head still as she shifts down, putting my
mouth right where she wants it. “There! Right there, Ev, hard, on the very—ahhhhhh!”
she screams.
Think I got it.
I dare not move my mouth to lap it up, but stay
right where she put me, my chin drenched. My mouth just gave its first of many
orgasms to this oral virgin. If possible, I just got harder, my ego bigger.
“You good?” I rumble, kissing up her sated body to
her neck. I doubt she wants a kiss on the mouth right now so I stay with her
neck.
“We’re staying in the same room at Parker’s right?’
“Yeah,” I chuckle. Addicted little vixen. Whatever
will I do with her?
“Just making sure. Really hoping you form habits
easily.”
“You’re gonna have to learn to be quieter, though.”
“Promise.” She lifts her head and kisses me square
on the mouth. Her tongue seeks mine first and she goes harder, taking control,
as if the taste of herself turns her on. “Where’s the—”
My hand pops up in a flash, condom in it.
She slinks down me, ripping open the package, then
biting the end of her tongue in concentration as she carefully rolls it on me.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever watched, even with my eyes rolled back in my
head.
“Will you hold me afterwards?” she murmurs.
I lift my head slightly and look straight into her
eyes, blue on blue, so she’ll see how much I mean it. “All night, babe.”
“So you’ll be here in the morning when I wake up?”
she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Yes. Whit, come here.” I hold out my arms, asking
her to let me hold her now. “We don’t have to do this, pretty girl.” I kiss the
top of her head and cradle her to my chest as she absently traces my tattoo.
“We can wait, and nothing will change, I promise. And if we don’t wait, nothing
will change, I promise that too.”