Coming Home (14 page)

Chapter 11

Match

A competition between two individuals

Evelyn dozed in the crook of Lucian’s elbow as the limo cruised into Folsom. Her shoulders tensed and he shifted. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“We’re going toward Patras?”

“Yes?”

She sat up. Her hair was slightly mussed and looking particularly adorable. “Lucian, I have to go home.”

They’d tiptoed around the reality of their situation all day. He’d been dreading the moment it came up. His jaw locked, but he forced his temper back. “My home is your home,” he said with measured patience.

Her eyes closed as she drew in a breath. This should be good. “Lucian, I have an apartment now.”

“Evelyn, we lived together before. You moving to yet another place is only a step backward.”

His molars locked as she scooted back. He didn’t like the stiff set of her shoulders. That’s how she looked when preparing to argue. “We
did
go backward. You can’t expect us to jump back where we were. Besides, I have work in the morning.”

Fuck. He’d forgotten she was working again. He was a selfish man, and her working always seemed to rub him the wrong way. He was worth billions for God’s sake. She shouldn’t have to work.

“Dugan will swing by so you can get your things and drive you to work in the morning.” Then he’d know where she was working.

Her mouth tightened. “No.”

“No? Evelyn—”

“Lucian, I said no,” she practically snapped.

He frowned, then growled. “Why? Why do you need to go there? What sense does that make?” He sounded like a petulant brat, but didn’t care. He wanted her in his bed. She’d said she loved him. They made love several times in the past twenty-four hours. Why was everything suddenly slipping through his fingers once more?

“Because it’s where I live now.”

“And for how long, Evelyn? Are we supposed to simply date like two teenagers who can’t afford more time or better circumstances? It’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe to you, but to me it’s smart. I need to look out for me. I have a plan and nothing’s going to get in my way this time, not your demanding needs or sex or even luxury. I need to be practical.”

“Which is what? All I keep hearing about is this plan, but you won’t tell me a single detail. Why the secrets?”

“Because if I tell you you’ll take over and I need to do this for myself.”

He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what she wanted to buy with thirty-five thousand dollars. “Why can’t you confide in me? I only want to help you. If this makes you happy, I’ll help you get it.”

“You don’t understand. Telling you would be like cutting corners. It would shave away the pride I get from finally doing something on my own. I need to be practical.”

He changed tactics. “How fucking practical is it to live in a less than pleasant section of the city when you could have everything you need at the hotel?”

“Well, it’s a step up from the shelter,” she hissed, and he saw he’d hurt her feelings. Her arms crossed over her chest and she turned away from him.

He sighed and pulled her to him so her back was to his chest. Rubbing gently over her stiff arms, he waited for her to unclench. “I know you want your own place. If it’s about taking baby steps, fine, we’ll go slowly. I’ll get you your own room. But the idea of you sleeping all by yourself, miles away, isn’t working for me.”

She scoffed and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. “I’m sorry, Lucian, but it’s going to have to work for you, because that’s how it’s going to be.”

“This is ridiculous,” he growled under his breath. Then, more to the point, he said, “You’re being stubborn.”

“Guess where I learned that from?”

They were each silent for a moment, reining in their tempers. Finally, like a whipped, lovesick kid—
pathetic—
he asked, “When will I see you again?”
Jesus, what is she doing to me?

As much as he could try to play her game, tried to be flexible in a way he wasn’t accustomed to, her answer infuriated him. “Tomorrow night I have something to do. I guess Tuesday.”

“What do you have to do tomorrow night?” He couldn’t think of anything she’d be obligated to do aside from working at her job and she said that was in the morning.

In a small voice she mumbled, “I don’t want to say.”

His grip over her shoulders tightened. “Why?”

“Because it doesn’t have to do with you and I want to keep it that way.”

She was shutting him out. A terrible thought suddenly occurred to him. “Is it Hughes?”

She sat up and scowled at him. “I’m not an idiot, Lucian. Give me a little credit.” Huffing out an aggravated breath, she mumbled, “It’s my plan.”

This fucking plan. He didn’t want to say it, but the words fell out anyway. “You’re with me.” He flinched at how small his voice sounded to his own ears. What was this woman doing to him?

“Yes, I am with you because I love you. He never has nor could he ever compare to what I feel for you. But I will say this. I am not about to throw myself into something after going through these past few weeks. I need time.
Need it,
Lucian. It’s not something I’m going to negotiate. You either accept that I have these boundaries or we go back to the way things were a few days ago. You choose, but I will not be manipulated. I have a plan and I’m sticking to it. End of story.”

“Why did you need the money, Evelyn? Level with me. I know it’s not about Pearl. Tell me.”

She shook her head. “No. I just . . . needed it.”

“Do you owe someone money? Are you in trouble?”

“I told you it wasn’t anything like that.”

“Then why all the secrecy?”

Her narrow shoulders lifted as she sighed. “Because of all the reasons I already told you. You’ll get involved and then it won’t be my own.”

“What won’t be your own?”

“
Me,
Lucian. The plan is to make a better me. I need to be better than what I am and I need to accomplish that on my own, for my own peace of mind.”

She was being so vague he felt like an idiot. “I don’t understand.” Why did she need money to do that?

“Do you remember the first time you ever really succeeded in business? Do you remember what it felt like to do something completely on your own and know that—no matter what—no one could ever take away that sense of pride because you earned it? I need to earn this. For me.”

His mind played over possibilities. Curiosity ate at him. “Is it a business venture? Maybe there’s someone I could hook you up with to help.”

Her palms slapped against her thighs and she huffed. “You see? That’s what I’m talking about! No. Just . . . let it go.”

For the next several minutes they rode in silence. She seemed to relax, but his mind was running wild over what she could possibly be using the money for. His best guess was something with her stones and crafts, but she’d left most of that stuff behind and he hadn’t seen any clues to her plans in her apartment. There weren’t a whole lot of places she could hide things.

“If I promise not to bug you about the money, will you come home with me?”

She growled. “Oh. My. God. Will you stop?”

He relented for a split second until his protective nature kicked in. “Your apartment isn’t safe.”

She jerked out of his grip so fast he missed the chance to pull her back. “Did you see the men the cops arrested? I’m not some fragile flower, Lucian. They grabbed me and I fought them off. My apartment has locks and I have wasp spray in case there’s an intruder. I also have my phone back if I need to call the cops. For Christ’s sake, I used to sleep with a shoelace tied to all my belongings with one eye open. I’m a hell of a lot safer now than I was in the past. Drop it.”

He’d drop it. For now. But the argument was far from over. He’d put a man at her door just to be safe. She may have gotten out of that alley mostly unscathed, but that was only because the couple in the insurance office heard her scream. The thought of what could have happened was too grim for him to consider.

Conceding his point, he grudgingly instructed Dugan to drive her to her apartment. Maybe he would stay the night with her. He inwardly groaned when he considered her tiny bed, wondering if she bought such a small mattress on purpose.

The limo pulled to the curb in front of her apartment and she waited as if expecting something. Dugan opened the door and she hesitated again. “I’m walking you in,” he said, making it clear he would not relent.

She nodded and appeared relieved. At times he simply couldn’t figure her out. She was . . . independently fragile.

As they climbed out Lucian turned to Dugan. “I’ll be back in a bit. Wait.”

He followed Evelyn through the alley, scowling at the poor lighting and vacant sidewalks. This wasn’t necessarily a residential area, which made it more dangerous at night. She withdrew her keys and he took them from her hand. Undoing the lock, he flipped on her lights and escorted her up the stairs.

When she reached the top she tossed her bag on the bed and faced him with a ‘now what’ expression.

This whole set up is ludicrous.

He sighed. “Come here.” She stepped toward him, which in such a little space wasn’t difficult, and he cupped her cheeks. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Kiss me?” She offered a cheeky smile, and he sensed she was on the verge of gloating that she’d gotten her way.

Rather than continue to argue, he did as she asked and kissed her. Her petite body curved into his as she went up on her toes. His fingers slid beneath her hair, pulling her close as his lips slanted over hers, deepening the kiss.

Within a minute they were each breathing hard. His fingers pulled at the straps of her dress as his mouth coasted over her jaw and down her slender neck. She made soft kitten sounds that went right to his dick. He tugged at her dress, trying to get her out of it, when she shifted away. He tightened his grip on her hip.

“Don’t,” he warned. He’d surrendered enough control for one evening.

She relaxed and he lifted her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor. His mouth traced the slope of her breast as he cupped her. His thumbs slipped behind the lace and tugged the cups out of the way, revealing two perfectly pink nipples. He bent and pulled one into his mouth, sucking forcefully.

Her spine bowed as her knees went weak. He caught her in his grip and released the wet nipple with a pop. Glancing over his shoulder, he growled in frustration. There was nowhere to go. “Your apartment is too small.”

“My apartment is just fine,” she argued in a breathy voice as she dropped to the floor and tugged him with her.

His knees landed on the firm discount carpeting as he followed her down. She stretched out beneath him, extending her arms over her head invitingly.
Little temptress.

His mouth found hers as his knees fit between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. He felt like a goddamn kid trying to cop a feel before his girlfriend’s dad came home. Yet, he was so desperate to feel her, so reluctant to let her go, he’d settle for this improbable situation that was his temporary reality.

A tingle of excitement raced up his spine as a sense of urgency settled over him. He had to go soon and he didn’t want to. He needed to make this time with her count.

His fingers plucked at her panties while his mouth kissed down her belly. She’d lost weight and he didn’t like that. He’d make a point to see that she was eating enough and not falling into old habits.

She writhed impatiently as he teased her sex through her panties. God, she was fucking beautiful. If he lost her again, he’d never survive it.

“Lucian . . .”

The corner of his mouth cocked up in a half grin. He loved when she said his name all needy like that. Fingers teased over her folds, keeping the silk of her panties as a barrier. She wanted to date like children. He’d show her what that was like. Moisture dampened the fabric as he baited her.

He hid his grin when her frustration became evident. She grabbed for his shirt, but he restrained her, pressing her hands into the carpet and weighing her down with his body. The denim ridge of his arousal rubbed over her sex and she moaned. He could tell she wanted more. So did he, in more ways than one.

His erection moved over her until he found the perfect rhythm and glide. Her moans hitched as he nudged her clit just right. She’d get off, but it wouldn’t compare to coming with actual penetration.

His body flexed over hers and suddenly her cries increased and her head tipped back, spreading her hair over the gray carpet. His cock was ready to explode, but he fought back the urge to take her. Slowly, he found her mouth and kissed her.

When he eased back and carefully stood, she frowned up at him. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched, but he kept them firm. “I have to get home. You could come.” He smirked, letting her know the pun was intended.

She didn’t seem to see the humor. “But . . . we didn’t . . .”

He nodded and pursed his lips. “I know. And now we have to wait until Tuesday to see each other again.”

She scowled. “Is that what this is about?”

“Of course not. This is merely one of the disadvantages to our living situation.”

“You don’t have to go,” she said pointedly.

“Do you want me to spend the night? I’d hate to impose on your newfound independence.”

Her silver eyes narrowed and she sat up. She snatched her dress off the ground and covered her breasts. “You’re right. You better go.” Her words would’ve been alarming had he not detected the competitive challenge in her tone and the quiver of a smirk at her kiss-swollen lips.

He blew her a kiss and stepped away. “Sweet dreams, Evelyn. I’ll call you in the morning.” He edged his way toward the stairs. She was glaring at him. “And Evelyn.”

“What?”
Oh, she was salty . . .

“No coming. Rules are rules.” Their circumstances might have changed, but his rules remained the same. Her orgasms were his to give. And he would know if she broke a rule. She was terrible at hiding such things from him. He only wished she was just as terrible at keeping the other secrets, like where the hell she worked and what she needed all that money for.