Entangled (Evolve Series Novella 2.5) (5 page)

Chapter 6

~Dane~

B
less you, Nelly, for “Batter Up.” I
literally can’t look away from her booty popping to the beat. And so talented
she is, twerking
while
she paints the kitchen—amazing.

“Good God,” I mutter to myself, seriously
considering attacking her.
That’s it, reach way up high to get that spot.
Yep, up on your tiptoes, now hold it
…shit! Dropping your paintbrush is
probably not the best way to
not
get caught spectating with your tongue
hanging out.

She, of course, hears the brush hit the tile and
turns, raising her brows at me with a sweet smirk. “Need something, babe?”

I nod, afraid to speak as my voice might crack like
a randy teenager.

“And what would that be?”

“I, um—”

“You dropped something,” she points out, bending down
in front of me to pick up my paintbrush for me, then walking back to the sink,
wetting a rag. “Let me wipe that up before it dries.”

Now she’s on her hands and knees, and once the mess
is gone and the rag tossed on the counter, she maintains position. She looks up
at me, eyes almost black, darkened with seduction. “What is it you said you
needed?”

One thing I haven’t quite mastered yet, which I
suspect is a problem for all men, is exactly what flips her switch. She’s
almost never the aggressor, so it sets my blood to boil when Laney turns it on,
takes the reins, and makes it brazenly clear she wants me. I try to catalog the
moments, like now, to find the common denominator—a word I use, certain
clothes, a look— anything to clue me in to the trigger, but so far I remain
dumbfounded. The day I figure it out? That’ll be the day I weep like a baby and
praise the heavens on my knees.

But for now, I’ll just be thankful for it happening
on its own every once in a blue moon.

“I need whatever you wanna give me, baby,” I answer
honestly.

“Hmm.” She rises on her knees, lifting the bottom
of my shirt and tracing the lines in my abs with the tip of her tongue. “And
I
need for you to take this shirt off.”

I reach behind my head and pull it off in a blink,
tossing it somewhere. “Now what?”

Any time I can get Laney talking, I increase my
odds that she’ll talk dirty, taking me to a whole new stratosphere. When I’m in
charge, I’m all the way in charge, but every once in a while…my girl makes me
crazy. I love her filthy mouth when I can get it going.

She unbuttons my shorts, pulling down my zipper as
she peers up at me. “You tell me.”

What a tease, already giving up. I lean over her,
placing both my hands on the counter. “No, baby, this is your show. I wanna see
what you got.”

Rising to the challenge, she kisses my abdomen, my
hips, and drops my shorts and briefs to my ankles. My dick is rock hard; I
think it may actually be leaning towards her mouth on its own. She’s kissing
all around it, little bites here and there, and one hand is playing roughly
with my balls, but big guy is still left unattended.

“Put your mouth on me, baby,” I whine as one of my
hands comes off the counter and digs into her hair, guiding her head where I
need her most.

“Where? Here?” She ducks her head and takes one of
my balls in her mouth, sucking it in and out, pressing that “oh fuck” spot
right behind it. Yes, I taught her that and she knows what it does to me. Ball
action is always good, but I’m dying to be fully in her mouth right now.

“Baby, fuck,” I pant, twisting her hair tightly
around my hand, “get my dick in your mouth. Suck the shit out of it.” Oh, she’s
asking for it. I’m five seconds away from showing her what gorgeous girls who
don’t listen get.

Finally
, her mouth closes around the head,
right under the cap, sucking softly. She grips the base and pumps, taking
nothing more in her hot little mouth. I would never just shove it down her
throat, but damn, she’s trying my patience. Fork in blowjob, what path do I
take? Get growly and demanding or beg sweetly and pathetically?

“Laney,” I warn her in a strained growl, and feel
her giggle on the head of me, which actually feels pretty damn good. And as
crazed as I am, a mad stroke of genius still hits me and I know exactly how to
get this stubborn, teasing minx to deep-throat me. “It’s okay, baby, you’ll get
better at it.”

Ahhh, there we go, hell yes.
Now she’s going
to town, lips curled under and tight against my length, no break in suction.
Her tongue presses hard up and down the vein while her fingers follow the same
pattern on my taint. “That’s it, baby, just like that. Mmm hmm, so good,
Laney,” I moan, spurring her on.

I wrap one of my own hands around the bottom of my
shaft, making sure I measure a stopping point, and then start fucking her face
like a maniac. She’s a champ, actually
really
good at this, and puts
both her hands on my hips, letting me direct the pace. One hand in her hair,
the other around my base, I feel that tingle start in my balls, creeping up the
vessels in my dick, a welcomed high. “Gonna come, baby, you want it?”

She nods, looking up at me while she grips my hips even
harder in her hands and my dick with her lips. I throw my head back and let go,
let it all go, anything that isn’t Laney and me insignificant. My beautiful
girl stays right there with me, taking it, giving me exactly what I need.

I try to pull out of her mouth when I’m done, but
she attempts to hang on just a little longer, like she wants more.
Very
sexy,
but I just came, so the head’s a little sensitive. I win the battle and pull up
my pants, then drop to my knees to join her.

“What was all that teasing?” I ask, kissing up and
down her neck.

She moans through a giggle. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”

“No? Let me show you.” I lay her back on the kitchen
floor and proceed to show her that two can play that game, using my mouth and
tongue to torment her…twice.

~Laney~

“
B
abe,” I call through the door, “you
getting hungry?”

“Yeah, let me wrap up in here and I’ll go get
something.”

“How about I just order some pizza and salads? Call
and invite Tate and B over?”

“Sounds good!” he calls back.

I call in our order, which means at least three
pizzas to not only feed everyone, but make sure everyone gets what they like.
I’m a black olive girl, Dane pepperoni, Tate pineapple and Bennett salad only,
that is, until you’re not looking and then she’ll sneak a bit of anything. I
start straightening up the construction zone in the living room enough to make
room for a carpet picnic, since I have no furniture. I just don’t see the point
of bringing in a bunch of stuff in that I’ll just have to cover when I paint.

Paint first, furniture last.

“Hello!” Bennett knocks and calls out as she opens
the door. Not that I mind, but the earlier activities in the kitchen need not
be walked in on, so maybe I’ll say something to her? I’m not sure when I became
a nympho… I thought I read where women don’t crave it until their late
thirties, but I love feeling close to Dane. And with the free time of summer,
and him off work, we’re becoming a lot like rabbits.

“Come in,” I finally respond, awkwardly fantasizing
sexcapades while they stand there. “Pizza should be here soon. What’s new?” I
cop a squat on the floor so they’ll know to do the same.

“Why do you still not have any furniture?” Bennett
asks, looking around the room, confusion covering her pretty face.

“Because she’s trying to paint herself into the ground
first,” Dane answers for me as he comes down the hall and man hugs Tate. “How
are you, bro?”

“Better than you, man. I have a place to sit,” Tate
says to him but shoots me a teasing grin.

“We’re almost done. I’m going furniture shopping
this weekend, in fact,” I say proudly.

“At garage sales.” Dane grumbles under his breath,
but I catch it.

“So,” I butt in, not again going to have that
conversation, “have you guys talked to Sawyer lately? I feel like he’s fallen
off the face of the planet.”

“I see him at work,” Tate shrugs, “seems fine, I
guess. Isn’t he moving in here with you?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him.” I need to
make a point to call him. Parker’s wedding is right around the corner and I’m
sure he’ll want to go after staying on the farm with them for a while. And yes,
I want to see if he still plans to be my roommate. Speaking of work, though—“Tate,
how’s the gym?”

Dane had turned over full ownership of the gym to
Tate not too long ago, and Bennett helps runs the office stuff. I’m so proud of
Dane, giving them a way to establish their future. This will be Tate’s last
year of school coming up, and now he has a plan for after graduation. I know
that’s a load off all of their minds.

“Doing great,” he winces as he sits down next to
Bennett on the floor. “We’re adding a daycare in the back for the parents who
want to come in after work and on the weekends. Bennett’s idea.” He pats her
leg and beams at her proudly.

“That’s a great idea, B.”  I smile warmly. “If you
guys need people, maybe I could work there a couple nights a week? I love kids,
and I could use the extra money.”

“Of course,” Bennett replies immediately. “You’re
hired.”

Yes, Mr. Kendrick, I see you frumping over
there, but you’ll live. I’m only talking about a few shifts here and there, and
I want my own money.

“Can we eat at our place? This floor is
uncomfortable as fuck,” Tate whines, reaching an arm behind him to rub his
back.

“Is your back bothering you?” Dane asks him,
concerned. “You go see someone?”

“Nah,” Tate waves a hand at him, “it’s not that
bad, just acts up sometimes. You know what I need? A hot tub! Be nice to just
soak sometimes.”

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Apparently not, because Tate goes on.

“Laney, you don’t mind if I put a hot tub out back,
do you? Of course, it’d be yours to use too.”

If Tate sounded any more like a robot reading off a
script right now, I might actually laugh, but since I know what and
who’s
at
work here, I will
not
be laughing.

“Funny you should mention that, Tate.” I turn to
Dane, whose eyes remain glued on Tate even though I know he can feel my gaze. “Why
just th—”

“Pizza’s here!” Dane shouts when the bell rings,
interrupting me and bum rushing the door like the pizza guy is going to rescue
him.

He stands at the door as long as possible,
desperately making idle chit chat with the delivery boy, who’s obviously
thinking no tip is worth the inquisition. I stroll up behind him and lay one
hand on his back.

“Thank you.” I smile at the pizza guy and end the
charade by shutting the door. “Let’s go eat, babe.” I play nice, taking his
hand and pulling him back in the living room.

I let it slide, for now, and we eat together on my
floor. Bennett agrees to help me shop for something to wear for the wedding and
invites me to some “ladies only” party a girl in her drama class is having.
Sounds boring as hell, but I agree to do it for B. Tate and Dane shoot the
breeze about The K, the gym and whatever else until we’re all stuffed and
unanimously sick of sitting on the damn floor.

“So, I gotta go to work soon.” Tate stands and
offers a hand down to Bennett. “You two should come down for a drink,” he says
to Dane and I.

Dane looks at me—
first time in a while,
scaredy
cat
—leaving it up to me.

“I’m pooped. We worked really hard in here all day.
I think I’d rather just head to your house and collapse in bed.”

Ready? Aim. Fire…

I smile sweetly. “Maybe get in the hot tub for a
while.”

He tries to hide it, but his nostrils flare
slightly and his eyes grow wider for a split second. He clears his throat and
shifts on his feet. “Whatever you want, baby. Rain check?” he asks Tate.

“Sure, whatever. You two have fun.” He waves and
leads Bennett, who also waves goodbye, out the door.

Now that we’re alone, I take one small, slow step
at a time across the room to him. I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as I
draw near and he eyes me skeptically.

I run one finger from under his chin down his
throat. “Shame about Tate’s back,” I say throatily. “You really need to insist
he go see a chiropractor.”

“My brother is a shit actor,” he concedes quickly,
blurting it out on a sigh.

Now I do laugh, because yes, Tate is the complete opposite
of his beautiful girlfriend—that was some of the worst acting in the history of
the craft.

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“I don’t, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
His hands slide around my waist, just under my shirt so he feels my bare skin,
pulling me against him. “Do your worst, baby,” he says with a kiss to my
forehead.