He was wrong in so many ways it wasn’t funny. He had to leave. He needed to leave. But not without an explanation. “Alright,” he told her, holding both hands up in surrender. “I’ll go. But let me explain.”
“Explain why you broke into my house?”
“
Broke
in? Eva, your slider was unlocked.”
“Which you wouldn’t have known unless you tried to open it.”
As in-the-wrong as he was, she was starting to frustrate him. “Look, I know you’re pissed, darlin’, but you’re damn lucky it was just me.”
Her mouth dropped open. She was back in defensive mode and wasn’t going down without a fight. “Lucky? Are you kidding me?”
It took three strides to make it over to her as she tried to back into the dining room. “Yeah,
damn
lucky, darlin’. If it was some twisted asshole who was sitting here when you walked in dressed in this little thing,” his slid a finger under the exposed tank-strap of her night dress under the sweater and tugged it, “think you’d be screaming for a different reason.”
She pulled away from him, covering herself up even tighter. “That still doesn’t give you the right…..”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “This is freaking me out, Ben. You know that? You show up at my store, in my backyard, tell me you’ve had someone look into me and now I find you in my kitchen, sitting in the dark? Over what? You worried I’m going to blab about almost colliding with you….”
“I did it on purpose!”
Damn, fuck! What did he just blurt out? Raking a hand angrily over his head, stopping at the short ponytail stuck out of the back, prepared to pull it out over his lack of discretion for his own damn rule. Walking towards the counter, he propped his hands on the edge. The clutter strewn about the last thing which rankled him as he took a deep breath to regroup, prepared for the obvious question.
“I know.” It was a barely audible reply.
He turned to her. “What?”
“You were tearing right towards the side of that mountain. Either you were playing some sick game, or……you didn’t plan on stopping. If you didn’t swerve to avoid me…..”
He had to regain control of this conversation. If anyone outside this house knew he considered a permanent solution to letting his guard down, causing two members to get brutally gunned down, it could put his patch on the table for a vote. What in fuck’s sake was he thinking? He shook his head. “Your word against mine, darlin’.”
Her anger over his intrusion seemed to calm for the moment. “Why?”
She was asking questions he knew better not to answer, but his head was spinning over the fuck-fest this day…..hell, the past several weeks, were, not to mention the strange comfort he felt in Eva’s house. In her presence.
“I fucked up,” he bit out, in a tone which caused her to step back. “I trusted someone and got people killed.”
Shit, too much. Her eyes widened. “Killed? Ben, what ….….?”
“I’m outta here,” he spat, slamming the flat of his hand on the counter. “You want me out, I’m out.”
His legs took him towards the slider, but his insides wanted him to stay put. And so did Eva. “No, Ben.” She’d gone over to him, pulling his arm back. “You can’t. You can’t ride like this. Look, just…….stay till you calm down. I can make some coffee.”
Her hand. Her touch. It sent a shock up to his neck. He couldn’t stay, not like this. Not after what he just confessed. He couldn’t tell her what happened. Hell, he couldn’t tell her what he spent five years in jail for. But those eyes. Those damn, fucking blue eyes looking at him with some kind of pitiful concern. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t emotional. It wasn’t in his nature to be so, but this woman somehow pried parts of him best kept private out and in full view.
No. He had to leave. He couldn’t risk any more talk. Or…..where his thoughts were going. That sweater parted again, her damn nipples straining against the material of that dress. She was so close he could smell her. Her hair. Her skin. He bet she tasted even better.
“Eva.” It was a warning, not a question.
She stood her ground, meeting his stare almost daringly. Did she have any clue what she was doing to him? That he was giving her time to back off and let him leave like she originally wanted? “Don’t,” she choked out. “You can’t. Just stay a bit and….”
He took her wrist, pulling her arm away, holding it up by her head. Those blue eyes of her darkened. Fear…..lust…..hell, he had no idea. “And….
what
, darlin’.”
She slowly shook her head. “I don’t know.”
He did, and gave her no time to think about it as his mouth came down on hers. Still holding her arm above her head, his other arm came tight around her waist. He expected her to fight him off, to beat her free fist against his shoulder. But she didn’t, instead kissed him back before feeling her legs practically give out under her when his tongue entered her mouth. She tasted like……cherries.
“Dammit, Eva,” he breathed into her mouth. Letting go for a moment, he slid her sweater off, hearing it fall to the floor with a whoosh. She didn’t protest, instead threw her arms around his neck while his hands feasted on her body. Her back, her ribs – he was right, she didn’t have a bra on. The insane curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He fisted the material up until his fingers came into contact with the swell of her ass along with the silk and lace of her panties.
“Ben.” She pulled her mouth away, a hint of protest in her voice, but the liquid blue of her eyes told him different. She was warm to his touch, loose in his arms and wanted to slip his fingers under that silk to see just how fucking hot she was for him. But he was in her house after intruding yet again, his nerves on end, his cock painfully hard and his mind about to explode. Within it, he had to find some shred of control.
“Yes or no, darlin’. But don’t say ‘no’ clinging to me like this. Ain’t gonna fly. You want me gone or not?”
She took a pause or two to think, to not answer so quick, as if not wanting him to think she normally allowed men to waltz into her home and have their way with her. He knew that. She wasn’t some loose bitch. She was a lady. All the more reason he should’ve left.
“I…..no.” She whispered her answer against his neck, as if embarrassed to admitting she wanted him. Everything about her was feminine and intoxicating. The feel of her body, the surrender in her voice, the sexy way she sighed. “But, I don’t. I don’t have……”
Not a problem. “I do.” He didn’t give her pause to reply and kissed her again. Hard. With purpose. Drowning the madness of all that happened in what she willingly offered. Forgetting his sister, Dewey, his utter disappointment in himself as a man who put off any kind of long-term plan for his life now that the Santagio’s were pulling the financial rug out from under them. Right now, he soaked in what he lacked from this woman who had what he didn’t.
But right now, they needed to move from the kitchen. “Hold on, darlin’,” he drawled in her ear, hooking her left leg up and around his waist. He walked them out of the kitchen, through the dining room, almost stumbling over more stuff she had on the floor. But that wasn’t the biggest obstacle as he stared up the curved staircase. If that’s what it took, as he went for the first step.
“No.” Eva gasped, her hands cupping his face. “Don’t. Here. Down here.”
There was only one plausible place. “The couch?”
She nodded then kissed him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. At that point, he would’ve thrown himself on a bed of nails. It wasn’t some comfy, broken-in frat couch, but something that looked like it belonged in a show house. It was beige with pale rose and green designs all over it with a matching loveseat off to the side and a solid green easy chair which looked better suited, not to mention more sturdy for his rather large build.
“The chair,” he panted, heading over to sit.
“No….”
“Trust me, darlin’. That dainty thing ain’t gonna hold what we’re about to do.”
The glow of the porch light and lawn lantern was all that illuminated the living room through the bay window which was behind the chair. He didn’t like the idea of having his back to the window, but had no choice. Quickly, he let her slide down as he removed his cut, holster, hoodie and t-shirt, everything falling to the floor with a thud as her uncertain hands went for his belt. “You sure?”
Was she fucking kidding? Clasping her chin between his fingers, he tilted her head up while his other hand took her wrist, flattening the palm of her hand against his erection. “You tell me?”
She blushed which he found refreshing before her fingers worked his belt and fly. Pulling his wallet out, he grabbed a condom and ripped open the package. Undone and unzipped, he rolled it on, watching the look on her face as he did. Once set, he pulled her forward. “Raise your arms, Eva.”
She did and that thin, little dress she drove home from wherever in was pulled off, revealing that sweetly curved body covered in nothing but a pair of white panties with black lace trim and pink polka-dots. They were the sexiest fucking thing. Not exactly a thong, but they were cut high enough in the back to where apples of her ass cheeks poked out. “You were hidin’ all this under that dress?” He didn’t let her answer as he slid his hands down the slope of her lower back before filling them with that delicious, little ass.
She sucked in her breath, which made him groan before hoisting her up, his mouth finding one of those nipples that’d been teasing him all night. Then she shrieked.
“Ah!….Ben….yeah…..oh God, yeah!”
She clamped her legs around him, thrusting her tits forward to give him more. It was an act of surrender which caused his cock to throb, not being able to wait any longer. “You taste so good.” His mouth moved to her other nipple, lightly sucking while flicking his tongue against the tip.
“Ben…..Ben!”
She panted his name, which drove him wild. Her breath was coming in short spurts of uncontrolled lust.
“Please…..now….just…..now.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, but wanted to be sure she was ready. From where her ass sat securely in his hands, he slid one down between, tracing his finger against the piece of silk covering her pussy before pulling it aside. Holy, fucking shit – she was slippery wet, the invasion causing her to buck and grind against his cock.
He fell backwards, the green, easy chair catching both of them. Not the way he wanted this first time. No, he wanted to be on top of her, in charge, watching her face, hearing those sexy, pleasurable sounds strain from her throat. But after the way she caught him, invading the privacy of her home un-invited, he decided to give over control to her as a peace offering.
And she took it, arching her lean body back, those perfectly-shaped tits thrust out, nipples piercing hard from his mouth as she hovered above him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, grinding upward. Her hand reached behind, moving her panties aside and slowly began to lower herself. But not slow enough.
“Ben, wait.” She gasped, trying to control the pace while he fought the urge to impale her on him. “Sorry……sorry, I have to….”
He wasn’t going to lie, he had a good-sized cock and, from what he knew about her, she’d been out of commission for bit. “Easy, darlin’.” The anticipation had him on the edge, but still…he soothed her. “Little at a time, Eva. Take me in a little at a time.”
As if his words of encouragement relaxed her, she slid down more, causing him to grit his teeth. Her face was buried in his neck, her breath warm against his skin and he swore he could hear her heartbeat. Just then, she pulled back, looked him in the eyes, lifted herself one last time before burying herself right up to his balls. “
Ahhh. Oh my God!”
“Shit, Eva!”
His shout echoed around the living room
. “Holy fuck!”
After initial eye contact, she leaned back, the ends of her gorgeous, dark hair tickling his fingers to where they splayed across her waist and hips. He resisted the urge to participate, to rock her back and forth, add to the tempo, but he held back and let her continue having control.
“Yeah, that’s it. Do it, darlin’. Move on me. Up and down. Do it.”
Her hands braced against his shoulders.
“Yeah…..oh my God, yeah…… feels so good…..I…..Ben…..Ben…..oh my God!”
And it was her turn to scream, the intense sound of pleasure ripping through her throat which caused his balls to tighten to near pain until he decided to take over, furiously grinding her back and forth on his cock until he came with a shout he thought would shatter the stained glass window on the stairs.
She lay against his chest, his arms holding her in place while still inside her. He took advantage of the quiet moments after where all he could hear was her labored breath, steadying heartbeat and the natural sounds of an old house settling. And something unexplainable inside him settling as well.