Fate Interrupted 3 (3 page)

“Then you’ll be
fine.”

She looked up. “I
hope you’re right.”

Evy held her
sister’s apprehensive gaze, taking a little longer to find the right words than
intended. “Everything will work out. It always does, Brooke, and you know that.”

Chapter
Three

Dean came home
from work and stopped in the living room, a briefcase swinging in his hand, the
sound of music nearly as low as the lights. He inhaled a deep breath of a
candle that wasn’t his. “Hello?”

Evy stepped out
from the bedroom and leaned in the doorway, curling a glass of red wine to her
chest.
“Hey you.”

His head snapped
around. He opened his mouth to speak but her short-cut negligee stole his
breath. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as his eyes slid down her freshly shaven
legs. “I guess dinner is early tonight, huh?”

She sauntered
closer, swinging one black high heel in front of the other. “Hope you’re
hungry.”

He licked his
lips, eyes ravishing the mounds of flesh peeking out over her lacey black top.
The pink bow holding them back called to him to pull it. Pull that bow and set
them free while there was still time.
“Starving.”

Her eyes fell to
his charcoal gray slacks. Butterfly wings tickled her insides when she saw the
bulge in his pants. He was hungry all right and so was she. Evy set her glass
down and pulled him closer by his lavender necktie. “Better get it while it’s
hot.”

The briefcase slipped
from his fingers to the floor with a thump. He ran his hands over her tight ass,
exploring every smooth curve. “Aw hell, someone’s not wearing any panties.”

A coy smile
graced her shiny lips, her emerald gaze flicking back and forth between his eyes.
“Oops.”

Dean smiled and
cradled her cheeks in his warm palms, chest undulating beneath his tie. Their
lips met, hesitantly at first, nibbling for only a second or two before pulling
away. They took each other in, letting the tension grow between them. Suddenly,
Dean found her neck like a vampire in the night, hitting the spot just below
her ear that drove her wild. His hand seized her breast with urgency. “God, I
want you,” he whispered in her ear, inhaling her scent.

She grabbed a
fist full of his hair and pulled him up. “Not here.”

The music softly
washed over them while he studied Evy’s face for clues. “No?”

She grabbed her
wine and towed him down the hall by the hand, her heels gliding over the dark hardwood.
His room smelled like jasmine. The bed was perfectly made, crisp and white. Evy
set the glass on the nightstand and slung him on the bed and pounced, mounting
him like she had been practicing the maneuver for months. She pinned his wrists
to the mattress and stared down into his eyes, her nipples peeking out over her
lingerie, eager for a glimpse at what was going to happen next.

Dean laughed
when something cold clicked around his wrist. “Are you serious?”

She pushed his
head back into the pillow and grabbed his other arm. “Shut up.”

Another click ratcheted
through the air.

Dean jerked on
the handcuffs, rocking the headboard. “Oh my God, how much have you had to
drink?”

“Not nearly enough,”
she said, kicking her heels to the floor.

He tipped his
head down when he heard his zipper. Evy looked up at him, a playful gleam in
her eyes. She ran a tongue across her lips and sent a hand slithering inside
the cave. Dean tensed when her warm fingers coiled around his hard cock.

“Ooh, somebody’s
happy to see me.” Carefully, her hand came back out. She brushed his swollen
tip across her lips, fueling her adrenaline into a wild frenzy. Her tongue ran
up the pink underbelly of his penis, licking him like an ice cream cone,
savoring every drop. Dean set his jaw and yanked on the cuffs again, desperate
to touch her, to kiss her, to have his way with her.

Their eyes
locked in a heated gaze. Dean’s breath came faster, his cock swollen with blood.
Evy grinned at his inability to free himself. Her wine-stained tongue swirled lazy
circles around his bulbous head before slipping him into her mouth. He arched
his back as she swallowed him to the base. Evy pulled her lips up his shaft and
thrust them back down, picking up steam with each successive stroke, polishing
his cock with her warm saliva.

He groaned
through gritted teeth, squirming on the bed with his hands outstretched above
him.

After a few heavenly
minutes, Evy pulled his hard-on from her smeared lips with a loud pop. Flames
danced in her eyes and spread between her legs. She sat up and untied the pink
bow, letting her lacey top slide down her plump breasts. Dean pressed his head
back into the pillow and chased his breath, watching her every move. She
hovered over him and lightly traced his strong jaw line with her finger, rubbing
her wetness against his shaft, chocolate waterfalls running over her shoulders.
The urge to put him inside overwhelmed her but, somehow, she held off.

Dean tensed
against his constraints. “Unlock me.”

“No.”

“I just want to
touch you.”

She felt his
cock, hot and throbbing, grind against her slippery lips. A high-pitched whimper
escaped her and Evy could not help but go faster.

His ravenous
eyes followed her erect nipples. He snapped at them and she pulled away with a
laugh. Dean gave up and leaned back, resigning to let her have her way with
him.

“You want me to
put it inside?” she whispered.

He nodded.

“Say it.”

Dean wet his
lips. “Put it inside.”

She shook her
head no.

“Please.”

She reached down
between her legs and took him in her hand, gently stroking him with that look
in her eyes. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“I do," he
panted, his hands going numb with the loss of blood.

The ghost of a
grin curled one corner of her lips. Her hair tickled his face. She let go of
his cock and sat back up. “You’re not a very convincing lawyer.”

“Okay, I really,
really want you to put my big cock inside your tight little pussy.”

 
Her gaze narrowed.
“Yeah?”

He nodded
rapidly.

Evy rubbed her
swollen lips against his twitching erection, up and down his pink belly. Her
weight pressed down upon him, eyes latched onto his. They kissed hard, trading
tongues for what could never be long enough.

He arched his
back and tried sticking it inside. Evy rose with his hips, avoiding his advance
like a bull rider.
“Ah-ah-ah, not yet.”

Her breasts
hanged from her negligee for all to see. Dean tried to sit up, desperate to
suck on just one nipple. Take it into his mouth and circle it with his tongue
before lightly biting down. She loved it when he did that. Surely, she would
let him. But she didn’t. Instead, she sat higher in his lap and pulled her hair
from her face, feeling his hot iron beneath her.

Dean fell into
her warm, green pools - still in awe of her natural beauty.
Her
aura.
Her call.
She was the most beautiful
thing he had ever seen and he wanted her now more than ever before.
All of her.
Every inch and then some.

Finally, after
what seemed like forever, she bent closer and reached down between her legs.
Her fingers felt amazing as she positioned his cock to where she wanted it the most.
He slid inside with ease, her wetness greasing his path. Her face tightened
with the intrusion.

“Oh God yeah,”
he moaned.

Evy grimaced
with a flush of pain, cautiously taking every inch he had to offer. Her
fingertips trailed down his chest to his sculpted abs, reading his muscles like
brail. She pushed against him with both hands and rose higher in his lap, smoothly
sliding back down and repeating it all over again. Her boobs jiggled as she
quickened her tempo, riding him faster and watching his face quiver with desire.

The bed bounced
with them, the room spinning everything else into the corners of their minds.
She tipped her head back and moaned to the ceiling, massaging her breasts with
both hands. Dean did his best to help her slam it home on the down strokes,
pouring gasoline on the fire raging inside. White spots burst behind his
eyelids as their hips slapped together, the smell of sex heavy in the air.

“Oh Dean!” she
gasped. “You feel so good.” She clutched her boobs to keep them from crashing together
as she rode him harder. “I love it.”

He wanted to
touch her with his hands and kiss her with his lips but couldn’t move and it
drove him insane. His toes curled inside his dress shoes, his tie beginning to strangle
him.

The bed frame had
to be close to collapsing. The punishment was relentless, but, somehow, it took
it just the same. Just like Dean did. He took every unwavering pounce,
determined not to blow before she did. Evy came crashing down again and again,
her wet lips stretching around his thick cock, sinuously gliding up and down
with single-minded thrusts. His determination began to wane and she could see
it in his eyes, hear it in his needy gasps of air.

Her warm breath
washed over his face. “Not yet,” she whispered, breasts swinging freely above
him. Dean lurched at them again, snapping like a hungry dragon. She pulled back
with a shriek, his size sending a shiver down her spine. It was all hers now
and she would do with it as she pleased.

She leaned back
in the saddle, legs trembling, and reached behind her, cupping his balls,
wanting to feel the eruption in her hand.

“Oh shit!” Dean
clenched his teeth so tightly he thought they would splinter.

Evy rode him
harder, massaging his balls with tender precision, watching him through untamed
eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”

He stared deep
into her eyes, biting his lower lip until the metallic taste of blood washed
over his tongue. Despite that, Dean’s steady gaze remained true, mesmerized by
the angelic beauty floating above him. His pulse thudded in the hollow of his
throat. It was useless to resist her. Her wish was his command and his cock
ballooned inside of her.

“Oh God!” he
exclaimed, his face twisting with the hot explosion rippling through his body
like high voltage. His body constricted until veins popped out in his neck.

Evy cried out
his name and they climaxed together, bodies tensing, toes curling, bed shaking.
Her fingers tightened around his balls, feeling their pulsating release, the
look in her eyes as wild as he had ever seen. She kept riding, soaking him in,
milking
him for every pearly drop. After a few moments, the
spinning room began to slow, giving them brief glimpses of the long dresser and
flat-screen TV against the wall.

Dean’s face finally
relaxed along with his toes. Evy finally came to a stop, her chest pounding
like hell. They took each other in, one just as transfixed as the other,
exchanging a silent understanding that some would never come to know. Legs
quivering, Evy dropped her head into Dean’s neck and chased her breath, unable
to mutter a single word. It had never been like this before.

Never.

It was
something
neither could put into words
so neither tried. In the end, they could only lay there and collect their
senses, marveling at the miracle that had, once again, just taken them to new
heights.

“Wow,” Dean panted,
the pain in his wrists flashing again. He flexed his fingers, trying to pump
some blood through his pale hands. “The lady upstairs is going to call the cops
for sure this time.”

Evy’s breath
tickled his ear when she spoke. “What if she did? What would you tell the
cops?”

“Me?” he said,
trying to sit up. “I’m the one handcuffed to the bed.”

She sat up, her
sweet laughter filling the room. “Guess I better get my story straight before
they get here.”

“You also might
want to put on some pants.” He tipped his chin down to admire her curvy ass and
slender legs. “On second thought, scratch that.” He tried sitting up again and
Evy shoved him back to the bed.

“So antsy,” she said,
her voice as soft as the fingers caressing his
pecs
.

Dean smiled. He
could feel their love in everything they did, from the smallest of things – like
holding hands on a walk along the lake – to the times like this. There was no
question fate had brought them together. It was euphoric to say the least and
the idea of it never happening was hard to swallow. He shuddered at the thought
of giving up last year when Megan and her idiot father had tried their best to
destroy something that, ultimately, was bigger than them all. Dean was a true
believer that opportunity always came disguised as hard work but last year took
that to a whole new level. They were stronger now and neither could deny it. He
exhaled a contented breath,
momentarily
forgetting the
numbness creeping down his arms.

With that
dreamy-after-sex look melted into her face, Evy’s fingers
strolled
the valleys and peaks of his chest with a longing that would never tire. Dean
Jacobs was a country of his own, one that would take her the rest of her life
to explore. “What are you thinking about?”