Evan's Addiction (70 page)

     “I’m not embarrassed at all.” I smirked. “Any way you touch your
pussy becomes the highlight of my day. In fact, if you’re taking suggestions; a
red shaped heart down there would look divine.”

     She bit her lip going crimson. “When you’re ready to sport matching
ones I’ll think about it.” With that zing she turned her back to me.

     With a happy grin I squeezed some shampoo into my hand and began washing
her hair as she worked on her lower half. My steel-hard erection slid along her
soapy back and I tried stifling my groan at how excruciatingly sensitive it
was.

     Shaw turned to face me wearing a contented smile. As I continued
massaging the soap in her hair she closed her eyes with a hum of delight. Five
seconds later I gave my own groan of pleasure when her hands wrapped around my
dick and began slowly stroking me.

     “Shaw, you don’t have to do that.” I grunted.
Auhh, but it was
so damn good
. “This shower is for you, and I don’t want you over-exerting
yourself.”

     She peered up at me, her green eyes sparkling, but her hand didn’t
stop its unhurried caress. “Believe me, I’m not going fall over from exertion
from this. I can’t speak for you though.”

     Powerless to stop her I continued to clean her hair as she stroked
my cock; tip to root, circling and squeezing. My eyes rolled as she fondled my tightening
balls and her lips slid over my collarbone and chest. It wasn’t long before the
white-hot buzz danced down my vertebrae warning me of my imminent release.
Fisting her hair I tilted her head and ate at her lips hungrily with a groan as
my cock exploded in pulses of intense spine-numbing ecstasy.

     When the surges died I gave an exhale of satiation and my feverish
kisses turned to tender nips. “You are awesome. I wish I could do it for you.” Really,
really wished.

     She breathed heavily against my mouth. “I wish you could too, but
that crumb of stimulation had my stomach clenching in soreness.”

     I pulled back with a frown. “Dammit Shaw. You’re supposed to be
resting those muscles.” I moved her forward carefully under the spray of water to
rinse the shampoo from her hair. She needed to be off her feet and resting.  

     Eyes closed, she smiled. “I said sore, not pain. Just because I
can’t do anything doesn’t mean I can’t do stuff to you.”

     “If you can’t have pleasure than I’m not going have any either.
It’s only fair.” I wasn’t going to allow her to get me off while she healed
from almost dying…
another knife of uncontainable panic sliced into my chest
.

     “How am I supposed to pass my time though?” Squinting one eye open
she raised her brow with a sinful grin.

     Damn, she was miracle. “Board games and cards.” I deadpanned. Her
mouth quivered in humor. Squirting conditioner in my palm I began working it
through her red curls. “I also brought your computer and PS4 from your
apartment.”

     Surprise and something deeper darkened her eyes. “You were busy last
night.” She closed her eyes as I tilted her head back under the water, her
hands clutching my still recovering hips. “How long are you expecting me to
hide out here?”

     That was a question I didn’t have an immediate answer for…but
forever tickled my brain.

CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE

SHAW

     I jolted awake with a short scream, breathing heavily, my heart
thudding a mile a minute, and my stomach twinging.  

     I jerked, crying out again when arms circled me.

     “It’s Evan, Shaw. You’re safe here with me. You were just having
another nightmare.” Evan pulled me unresistingly into his arms. Spooning my
back his hand bushed off my hair as he kissed my shoulder.     

     “I’m sorry.” I gasped automatically.

     It was my fourth night in a row waking up to nightmares. The first
had been my last night in the hospital. I hadn’t told Evan about it thinking it
was a random dream, but they hadn’t discontinued.

     “You have nothing to be sorry for, Red. I only wish I could take
them from you.” His hand rubbed my shoulder. “Do you remember what it was about?”

     “Only snippets; that asshole laughing, Libby being dragged away
crying by a faceless fat man, you getting shot, and I was lying in that box
helplessly while you bled to death.” A shuddering sob escaped me at that
memory. All the dreams were a little different, but this had been the worst.

     Evan’s lips nuzzled into my neck, hugging me tight. “Elizabeth is fine, I’m fine, and you’re with me where you’re supposed to be.” His voice
murmured soothingly in my ear.  

     I nodded my head unconsciously, tears slipping down my face. “I
feel bad…because Elizabeth dealt with so much more…and she’s having nightmares
too…but she has to go through them by herself. She doesn’t have anyone to hold
her.”

     He was silent for a moment. “You kill me, Red, and astound me more
everyday. You know what, Elizabeth might not have someone holding her but I bet
you’ve been talking and listening to her, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Then she’s
not alone. She has you. You might not be holding her, but you are someone she
can share with.”

     I wiped at my tears feeling pitiful. “I should head back to my
apartment. All I’m doing is keeping you from sleeping, and causing everyone
here problems. The only reason you brought me here was to keep the reporters
off my back, but they know where I am now.”

     When we woke up this morning dozens of them had been camped outside
in front of the house. I didn’t have to deal with them because I was still
recuperating while keeping up with my course work online, but everyone else had
to wade through them.  

     “Shaw, I didn’t just bring you here to keep the reporters away
from you. I need you here because you aren’t the only one having nightmares.
Whenever I close my eyes images of you in that cage, dying, invade my sleep. I
need you here when I wake up knowing that you’re safe. If you weren’t here I’d
be lying awake worrying about you. We need each other to hold when the
nightmares come.” His arms tightened.

     My throat nearly closed up. Was he really having nightmares? For
the last three days Evan had barely left my side. He was going to classes but
Dan had given him time off work to spend with me. He told me Landon was filling
in for him.

     When Evan told me he loved me I’d had a difficult time accepting
it fully. I wanted to believe it, soak in it, but it wasn’t that easy. Too much
disillusionment had put a shell around my heart that made trusting in his love
not that simple. But for the last three days as he pampered me, showered me
with affection, repeated his words of love, the shell around my heart softened.

     “Leaving would make it easier for everyone else though.” I
repeated feebly.

     “Everyone loves that you’re here.” Evan dissented. “Didn’t we have
the most awesome water fight today?”

     The corner of my mouth lifted in remembrance. Nic, Blake, David,
and Evan had disappeared for about an hour around four o’clock this afternoon while
I sat in the kitchen putting a dinner together with Carrie and Samantha. We
thought the guys had been working out, but when they returned they’d been
carrying three large buckets of water balloons and five full Super Soakers. All
of us then proceeded to bombard the throng of reporters from the safety of our
windows. They’d even had a water balloon sling shot to get the ones they
couldn’t reach with their arms. I’d had to settle for one of the guns since I
couldn’t throw very well with my healing stomach.

     The reporters had scrambled inside their vans for cover, but not
before we’d gotten quite a few of them wet. They hadn’t left, and a couple of
news stations had even reported on it telling the public we were letting off
some steam instead of ambushing them in frustration, but it hadn’t mattered. It
had still been a nice tension reliever. 

     When I’d spoken with Libby later she’d asked about it, and then
laughed and wished she could have been there with us. I told her to come by
anytime and we’d do it again, but she’d only sighed and said because of the
bodyguards her parents had hired it was impossible to sneak out of her house at
the moment.

     Hearing that had only increased my sorrow for what she was going
through, but made me appreciate what I had. She had a family that didn’t appear
to be helping her when she really needed it, and here I was with no family but
a whole host of people…friends…stepping forward trying to make me feel better.

     I took hold of Evan’s fingers that were stroking softly over my
arm. “I never thanked you for coming for me…for saving me.” I pressed the back
of his hand to my lips, holding it there.

     Using that hand he nudged my head around to face him. The only
light in the dark room was from Evan’s alarm clock casting a faint glow, barely
highlighting his face. However, I could feel his intense gaze burning into me.

     “Shaw, don’t ever think you have to thank me for coming for you,
for saving you. I would have lost part of my soul if anything had happened to
you.”

    
God, my heart felt ready to explode
.

     His warm, firm lips lowered, caressing mine tenderly but deeply. After
a few moments he pulled away with a groan, setting his forehead to mine. His
erection was poking me in my butt and I understood where the groan was coming
from.

     “Are you thirsty, do you need anything right now?” He asked me
throatily.

     I swallowed the lump of emotion clogging my throat at his unwavering
concern for me. “No, I’m good. Well actually…I have this ache a little down
south that needs attending. Do you have any suggestions on what I could do for
that?”

     My ache had settled at a low simmer since feeling him pressing
into me a couple minutes ago, but it flared to a blistering one in the past
seconds. I’d been dying for him for days. 

     He groaned gutturally, his mouth taking mine again, only harder
and more desperate. But then he pulled away and slumped behind me. “Sorry, I
don’t have any clue what to do about that.”

     His erection was hot and harder between my cheeks and my core
throbbed for it. “Damn.” I whimpered miserably, wishing now that he wasn’t so
altruistic. Then I had a devious idea. “You know, I might sleep better if I
fell asleep to an amazing orgasm.”

     “Shaw!” He growled into my hair. “That is not fair. It’s only
going to hurt if I give you one.”

     “Probably, but the orgasms you give me kind of hurt anyway because
they’re so intense.” His hot naked chest rumbled against my back. “Maybe I
should just give myself one because those aren’t as intense.”

     He seemed to freeze behind me. “Shit Shaw, you’re killing me.”

     Hearing the burning arousal in his voice, knowing that had turned
him on, had my hand moving unconsciously. Slipping my fingers inside my panties
I gasped and jerked as they brushed over my sensitive clit. Circling my finger
softly on the hard nub I closed my eyes and shivered at the small arc of
pleasure that shot through me.

     Evan shifted behind me and then suddenly a brighter light filled
the bedroom. I looked behind me to see that he had his phone flashlight app on.
I also saw that he was staring at me with hot eyes and cheeks.

     “Are you really going to torture me by getting yourself off next
to me?” He gritted out.

     I circled my finger again with a smirking gasp. “Only if you make
me.”

     Growling, he went to his knees and pushed down the blankets to
glare at my fingers in my panties. I moved them just for his benefit and the
sensations were surprisingly more intense with his eyes on me. Moisture seeped
from me and I moved down to coat my finger in it, and then inserted my finger
inside because I was aching for something to fill me.

     I’d never played with myself like this; normally I used my small
bullet when I masturbated, and while it was slightly awkward doing this in
front of Evan it was also empowering…and hot. Especially since his smoldering
gaze hadn’t waivered from what my fingers were doing. I wondered if he realized
that his hand had gone to his erection, squeezing it as he stared at me. It had
the ache inside me coiling tighter.

     Reaching out I added my hand. I wanted to see it, touch it without
his boxers in the way.

     His searing gaze arrowed up to my face, red flags slashed across his
cheekbones. “Stop me if anything hurts.” He clipped.

     I frowned at what he meant, but it cleared when he reached out to
pull my underwear down my legs. He moved to kneel between them but I stopped
him.

     “Not like that.” I twirled my finger as self-conscious heat boiled
under my skin.

     His mouth dropped open. “Oh fuck.” He grunted, closing his eyes
and squeezing his hard-on. They flared back open. “I’m fucking serious, Shaw.
You tell me if anything hurts.”

     He shifted around kneeling above me, his mouth over my mound, his
erection in my face. I grabbed it greedily and sucked as much as I could into
my mouth, humming in bliss…another new and delicious position. Evan groaned in
pleasure, swelling and spilling pre-cum in my mouth. Then his mouth covered my
core and it was the gentlest he’d ever been with me; he nibbled and licked
leisurely, stroked my folds tenderly, alternating between massaging my clit and
teasing my entrance.

     He hummed in enjoyment, the same as me, as he built my orgasm
slowly, softly. At times it was difficult concentrating on him with all the
pleasure he was flooding me with, but he tasted too good to ignore for long. I
used the feelings he was eliciting in me and turned it on him. When his fingers
went deep, so did I. When his tongue lashed, so did mine. He groaned when I
whimpered, and when he grunted I gasped.

     I could tell he had a tight reign on his passion, making sure to stay
gentle, but I didn’t do the same; I attacked him hungrily and without mercy.
The muscles of his thighs were rock hard, his balls drawn tight, his cock
stretching my mouth uncomfortably, and I knew he was close.

     I was too, and it was like our minds connected because I took him
as deep into my mouth and throat as I could squeezing the portion I couldn’t,
while at the same time his finger curled inside me rubbing my g-spot. My body
seized and I gave a muffled cry of pained ecstasy around his swelling cock. His
groan rumbled against my clit and I dug my nails into his butt as my womb pulsed
hard, and then he was thrusting into my mouth like he couldn’t help himself,
cum exploding down my throat.

     “Holllyy Shhhiitt.” He gasped.

     His irrepressible actions only turned me on more as I breathed
through my nose, sucking down all he had. When I’d taken it all l let him slip
from my mouth and rubbed my cheek and nose on his inner thigh. His lips kissed
the inside of mine before he moved off me with a deep sigh.

     I watched him in appreciation as he walked uninhibitedly into the
bathroom…his body so perfectly drool-worthy. He bent over and scooped up some
water into his mouth and then he filled a glass and brought in back to me.
Going up on my elbow I gulped it down as he climbed back into bed, pulling the
covers over us.

     Leaning on his elbow he brushed his fingers over my face, staring
down at me with sated concern. “Are you okay?”

     I smiled just as satedly. “I’m awesome.” My stomach had pinched
with soreness but the pleasure far outweighed it.   

     He shook his head with a grin. “You are outstandingly awesome.” After
a long, tender kiss he lay back down and pulled my back into his front, his
slightly less engorged dick resting in between my butt cheeks. “There really is
no controlling you, is there, Red?”

     “I wouldn’t even bother trying.” I mumbled as tiredness suddenly
washed over me. I was feeling the most content I’d been in days.

     “Believe me, I don’t want to, because then you wouldn’t be you.”
He whispered into my hair. “Love you, Shaw.”

     “Love you, too.” I whispered softly. It was still somewhat
difficult to verbalize, and the only reason I could think why was because I was
having a tough time accepting that he loved me.

     Why would he love me?

     When I thought I’d never see him again I’d been slapping myself
for hiding my emotions, but it was easier said than done opening myself up. My
fears of rejection and abandonment still had a strangle hold on me. 

∞                   
∞                    ∞

     “I need to get out of this freaking house.” I announced in
frustration.   

     It was Saturday morning, a week after my rescue, and several of us
were sitting around eating the huge breakfast Evan, Nic, Blake, and Noah had
made.

     “What, we’re not keeping you entertained?” Amanda asked with mock
offense. “You sick of our company? Playing Trivia didn’t get your blood
pumping?”

     Last night a dozen of us had turned Trivia into a drinking game.
Evan and I had been the least inebriated people at the end of the game, and we
hadn’t held back from rubbing it in their faces.  

     “Hey, did anyone else hear what sounded like two dogs going at it
last night?” I chuckled at my reference to Noah’s fondness for doggie-style.

     Carrie gasped while Amanda narrowed her eyes, but I could see the
amusement in them. “Possibly…have you seen any abnormally bent appendages
lately?”

     I shook my head adopting a thoughtful expression. “No…I can’t say
that I have, but I have seen some chubby baby arms.”

     She frowned in confusion. “What the heck does that mean?”

     “If I told you that then this clever, hidden meaning banter would
be ineffectual. Just give it some thought.” I raised my brows.

     Her eyes lit with comprehension and then she snorted, looking across
the table at Evan sitting next to me with interest.  

     Maybe I went a little too far with that. I didn’t like the idea of
her taking an interest in Evan’s impressive appendage.

     Evan looked back and forth between the both of us with his own
raised eyebrows. “You’re talking about my dick, aren’t you?”

     He didn’t look at all perturbed that we might be. The hand he had
on my thigh tickled closer to my center making my panties wetter. He’d been
messing with me under the table all through breakfast and I was trying my best to
not display to everyone else what he was doing.

     I swallowed my laughter and arousal. “No, we’re talking about
babies, weren’t you listening?”    

     He wasn’t fooled. “Yeah…right. I have to say that’s the weirdest
analogy I’ve ever heard.” His lip twitched and his finger flicked.   

     “I swear I’ve read it some place before.” I quivered and gasped, forgoing
the surreptitious exchange.

     “So that means the dog reference was about Amanda and me?” Noah
frowned thoughtfully. “I don’t know if I should be gratified or offended at
that? But the baby arm thing sounds way worse.” He looked at Evan in sympathy.

     I pointed my fork at Noah while clamping Evan’s hands between my
legs. “I said
chubby
baby arm. Get your facts straight.” No one was going
to malign the size of my man’s member…except me.