Текст книги "Exposed"
Автор книги: Brighton Walsh
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“Riley,” she breathed. “What are we doing?”
I glanced up at her, meeting her hooded eyes with my own. “Exactly what we both want to.”
Chapter Sixteen
She didn’t say anything, didn’t tell me to stop, and I couldn’t help myself any longer. I leaned forward again and let my tongue taste her, licking a circle around her belly button, then trailing down to the waistband of her pants. I wanted them gone, wanted to feel every inch of her bare before me. I wanted to taste her pussy, sink inside her again, make her scream. She didn’t protest when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and tugged down enough to expose those tiny fucking shorts again, blue this time. She didn’t utter a plea for me to stop when my hands kept going, pushing her pants over her hips and down her legs, didn’t stop me when, once they were pooled at her feet, I went to work on her panties, shoving them down as well.
I kissed a path across her abdomen, down to her hips, getting closer and closer to the tiny strip of hair leading to her pussy. Despite having tasted her only hours ago, I wanted it again. I wanted to lie back on the couch, make her straddle my face, and lick her until she screamed. Evie had always liked to be in control in the bedroom, and I hadn’t minded. Hell, what seventeen-year-old guy would? But doing that, eating her out, had been when I’d always felt in control, even if she hadn’t been the one on her back. She took what I gave her, never able to direct the speed, the movement, and I’d fucking loved it.
Now, though, I wanted something more than those tiny scraps she used to give me. In the last several years, I’d realized that while being bossed around once in a while could be hot as hell, I preferred to be the one in control. But I also knew that Evie had given me something earlier when she’d let me take her up against the wall, so I’d give something back to her. I’d do it her way this time.
Just like I knew she would, she got impatient with my teasing and yanked her shirt over her head, then leaned forward and reached for mine. I didn’t put up a fight as she tugged it from me, then straddled my thighs, pressing her knees into the couch and reaching into my running pants to pull out my cock.
Letting out a groan, I dropped my head to the back of the couch and closed my eyes, resting my hands on the bare skin of her thighs. She stroked me exactly how I liked it—hard at the base, lighter over the head, her thumb sweeping the underside at every pass, and when she reached down and gripped my balls, I nearly shot off the goddamn couch.
Growling, I slid my hands up her thighs, tugging her hips toward me and lifting my head enough to capture a nipple in my mouth. She let out a moan, her stroking pausing for a moment, almost like she forgot herself. And I fucking loved that I could do that to her. Could make always-in-control Evie lose herself at my hand … at my mouth … however brief it was.
She resumed stroking my cock, then reached up with her other hand and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging it. She pulled hard enough that I eventually leaned back, letting her nipple slip from my mouth, and looked up at her. And then she crashed her mouth down on mine, her tongue licking against the seam of my lips, and I groaned as I opened to her. I gripped her ass, pulling her closer to me, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy against my cock, and it would be so fucking easy to slip inside her. To slide her against me, tilt her hips the right way, and drive deep. And I knew if I didn’t get a condom on really goddamn soon, I would, too. I’d be too far gone to stop myself.
I let her grind on me, her hips swiveling as she rocked back and forth against my erection, the head of my cock hitting her clit with each pass. She could come like this, I knew she could, and I wanted her to. I wanted to see her come undone above me before I even got inside her.
“You gonna come, baby?”
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, her eyes closed. “Want you inside me when I do.”
Except I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I might be surrendering a bit of control, letting her lead, but I wasn’t going to bend on this. “You’re going to come when I’m inside you, but gimme one first.” I guided her hips harder, faster, against me and listened with anticipation as her breathing grew quicker, little moans slipping out from between her parted lips. When she was almost there, when I could tell she was on the precipice, her legs clenched tight to my sides, I leaned forward and captured her nipple between my teeth, then I tugged.
“Riley, shit!”
She threw her head back and moaned through her release, her movements losing rhythm as she rode out her orgasm. I’d missed seeing it, missed feeling it, and I wanted to feel it again. Wanted to feel her wrapped around me, tight as a vise grip, when she went off the next time.
While she was still breathing heavily, trying to get her bearings, I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the condoms I’d gotten at the store earlier. As fast as my fingers would allow, I ripped open the package and covered my cock, then lifted her up, my hands under her ass. Before she’d completely caught her breath, she reached behind her, circling my erection in her hand and sliding me back and forth against her slit. Pausing at her entrance, she sank down an inch, then lifted up and repeated the torture all over again.
And this was just another thing that hadn’t changed over the years. She didn’t like torture or teasing … unless it was on her terms. Unless it was me begging for more.
I groaned at her fifth pass, making a note to return this favor the next time. Turn the tables on her and make her beg for more. Right now, though, all I could think about was all her heat surrounding me, and I wanted it now. “Christ, baby, sit on my cock already. Fuck me,” I said, my fingers digging into her hips, forcing myself not to use my strength … not to use my power to do exactly what I wanted to. It would be so easy to grip her, tug her down onto me, or flip her around, lay her on the couch and pound into her, but I wanted to give her this. Wanted to give her a reminder of how it’d been between us.
How good it’d always been between us.
EVIE
Not able to torture him any longer—not able to torture myself any longer—I sank down onto him. I went slowly, so slowly, feeling every inch of him as he filled me up. We’d always fit together so perfectly, despite our disparities in size—disparities that had only increased in the past years, him filling out in more than just the breadth of his shoulders.
I’d never felt as full as he made me feel … never felt as whole, either.
“Jesus,” he breathed. His fingers dug into my hips, the muscles in his arms twitching with restraint. It was clear he wanted so badly to guide me, to move me how he wanted, to control the tempo, but he didn’t. He sat there, head against the back of the couch, eyes at half-mast as he watched me ride him.
When he was seated fully inside me, I didn’t lift myself off him and start the rhythm I knew he craved. Instead, I slid back and forth, rubbing my clit against him and reveling in the feeling of his thick length so deep inside me. God, I’d missed this. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, as much as I’d tried to avoid my feelings, there was no denying it. I’d missed this … missed him.
And not a day had gone by since I’d left when I hadn’t.
Finally ready to put us both out of our misery, I leaned back, braced my hands on his knees, and lifted up, riding him in long, deep strokes, lifting almost all the way off him before sliding down again. He was sprawled out, looking like he was relaxing and enjoying the show. I might’ve believed it, too, if it weren’t for the clench of his jaw, the tautness of his shoulders and arms as he held my hips in his tight grip. It was taking a lot for him to give up the power and let me lead, and it only made me want him more. He’d always been sexy, but now … the guy in front of me was all man, any shadows of the boy he’d once been long since eradicated. His body was something I didn’t think I’d ever get sick of looking at. Nor would I get sick of the way he was looking at me.
He stared, taking in my face, then my breasts, then focusing on where he was disappearing inside me. I tipped my head, too, looking down to watch as my body opened around him, spreading wide for the thick head of his cock, then engulfing his entire length, taking him all the way inside.
“Fuck … You feel how good we are together? How good we fit?” And then he reached forward, his open hand wide against my lower stomach and hip, his thumb pressing just above my clit. And he didn’t move.
I groaned, removing one of my hands that had been braced on his knee, and reached for him, trying to move his thumb down to where I needed it. But he wouldn’t budge, and when I looked at him, the smirk he sent me said more than words ever could have.
“Tell me. You feel it?” His voice was all scratchy and low, the sound shooting a wave of need straight through me, because I’d been the one to make him go all crazy with want. “You like having my cock this deep inside you?”
I did. I loved it. Loved every bit of us being together. How he made me feel craved and wanted and beautiful. “Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and hoping my answer would satisfy him enough to move his thumb to where I wanted it most.
Instead, he didn’t budge, just kept his hand planted right where it was. Not needing him to do a job I’d been doing for myself for a long time, I slipped my hand between my legs, just about to touch my clit, when his other hand suddenly gripped my wrist, holding me away.
“Ah ah…”
My eyes flew open as I gave a frustrated growl. “If you’re not going to touch me, I’m going to do it myself.”
“I am touching you.”
“No, you’re teasing me.”
He slipped his thumb down, coming in contact with my clit for the barest second, and I relaxed, my muscles melting as I sank down on him. And then he pulled away again.
“Goddammit, Riley!”
“All you have to do is tell me what you want, baby. That’s all.”
“I want you to touch my clit.”
He moved his thumb down, pressing against me, and held it there. I growled again, increasing my tempo as I rode him, trying to get friction against it in any way I could. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“You said you wanted me to touch your clit.”
He was getting way too much pleasure in this game, so I stilled above him, keeping only the head of his cock inside me, and then I stared at him. He kept that smirk on his face until I reached behind me, tickling my fingers against his balls, so lightly it was barely a breath.
“Jesusfuck,” he breathed, his eyes closing. “Harder.”
“Rub my clit,” I countered.
He opened his eyes, staring at me, both of us at a stalemate. He looked at me for what felt like hours, a challenge in his gaze, and I knew he could see the same thing reflecting back at him.
But instead of sitting still like he’d done a hundred times before when we were younger, he moved both of his hands to grip me hard on my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips from the couch and pumped into me. The sudden, harsh thrust against me caught me off guard, stealing my breath. Before I could catch it, he was bucking up into me at a breakneck pace, the sound of our skin slapping together mixing with my panting breaths and his rough groans.
“Fucking love your pussy…” he mumbled, his eyes focused on where he was disappearing inside me. And then he looked up at me, slipping one of his hands up and around my neck to pull me toward him, taking my mouth in a deep, fast kiss. Wild and reckless and utterly consuming.
It didn’t take long after all the teasing for both of us to take each other exactly where we needed to go, chasing our releases until we were breathless and boneless heaps against the couch.
As I lay there, spread out on top of him, my cheek resting against his shoulder, I realized I’d never felt so comfortable with another person. Even when he’d stripped me of my power and took it for himself, he did so without making me feel weak, without making me feel threatened. And I never wanted this to end, this feeling of completion I always seemed to have when I was with him. Never wanted to have to leave him again, not when he made me feel like this. Made me feel like everything would be okay. Made me feel safe.
But I knew I didn’t have a choice.
Chapter Seventeen
RILEY
It was late, the loft shrouded in darkness except for the glow coming from the TV. Once again after sex, Evie had retreated into herself, distancing herself from me, and I hated every fucking second of it. I loved being with her like that, being inside her, but I wasn’t sure it was worth the aftermath every single time. Worth me having to fight my way through once again just like the first time.
Now we sat on opposite ends of the couch, pretending we were watching the TV. After nearly an hour, I’d managed to coax her legs out straight, her feet in my lap as I kneaded her arches, trying to get her to relax even further. Every once in a while, she’d glance over at me, catching me staring at her, but she wouldn’t say anything, and neither would I. I also wouldn’t look away, not ashamed at having been caught looking at her. I think she realized I wouldn’t stop, that I liked looking at her now when I’d been denied it for so long.
And maybe that was why she didn’t push, didn’t tell me to stop.
The ringing of a phone sounded from her side of the couch, and Evie shifted, grabbing her cell from the pocket of her hoodie and looking down at it. She lifted her eyes to meet mine as she answered. “Hello?”
I knew without her saying a word exactly who it was. She wouldn’t answer the call from anyone but Eric—as far as I knew, she didn’t have anyone else in her life who’d call her anyway. And even though I’d been inside her twice over the course of the last several hours, had tasted her on my tongue, felt her pulse around me, it didn’t stop the wave of jealousy from sweeping over me, nearly consuming me. It didn’t matter that Eric wasn’t a threat to me, that he didn’t want her sexually. Because he’d lived with her for the past year, had been a part of her life when I’d thought she was dead, and I hated him for it.
Evie’s body went stiff, her eyes wide as she looked at me. “When?”
The tone of her voice and her body language set me on edge, and I sat up from my reclined position, leaning forward. Despite straining toward her, I still couldn’t hear his side of the conversation. Not caring what kind of breach of privacy it was, I grabbed the phone from her hand and pressed the speaker button, causing Eric’s voice to fill the space.
“—call from the security company. I went back and checked the time the alarm had gone off, then watched the recorded feed of it happening. The whole house has been trashed. They didn’t take anything. The TVs, electronics, jewelry, paintings—everything is still there, from what I could tell. It looked like they were digging for something specific.”
My hand tightened on her foot, and I narrowed my eyes at her. There was only one conclusion about who, exactly, had broken in. That wasn’t hard to figure out. But what I wanted to know was what the hell they’d been looking for, and why she hadn’t told me there was something to find in the first place.
“Did you see what they looked like?” she asked, her voice tight.
“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s going to be much help. The footage is grainy, and the guys who did it were nondescript. Average weight, average height, average build, from what I could tell, both of them in dark clothes wearing baseball hats. Not much to go by.”
She raised her eyes to me, and I knew what she was thinking.
Even with the generic description we knew exactly who’d been there.
When Evie and I had been quiet for a minute, Eric asked, “Gen? Are you still there?”
Hearing him call her a different name—the name she’d been when she wasn’t mine—sent that sharp jolt of jealousy straight through me. I fucking hated that the time had been stolen from us. That she’d been stolen from me.
By the very man I’d pledged my loyalty to.
“I’m—” Her voice cracked at the brief word, and she cleared her throat and tried again, “I’m here.”
Eric paused, then said, “And where is here exactly?” His voice was heavy with skepticism, and I knew Evie heard it as well as I did. With her eyes still connected with mine, she opened her mouth several times to respond, but nothing came out. The question was clear in her gaze: How much should she tell him? How much was enough to pacify him without telling him more than necessary?
When it was evident she wasn’t going to answer, Eric filled the silence. “The security company suggested I go back and view the footage over the last several days. Just to see if any suspicious activity had happened before the break-in. Anything that would give us a clue as to who did this.”
I thought about what that video no doubt showed—me grabbing Evie, our altercation, then Frankie coming into the mix and our ensuing fight. From the look on Evie’s face, she was thinking the same thing.
“I haven’t yet…” Eric said. “I haven’t gone over the video, because I wanted to talk to you first.” He took a deep breath, then blew it out in a slow stream. “It just seems odd that all of this would happen in such quick succession—this break-in and you going on a mysterious girls’ weekend. Odd because you’ve never once gone on a trip anywhere since we’ve been together. And as far as I know, you don’t have any girlfriends, none that you’d go away with.” He paused and I watched as Evie held her breath. “So before I go over the feed from a few days ago, is there anything you want to tell me?”
She swallowed as she fidgeted in her lap. “Eric…”
If he knew Evie at all, he knew that tone. It was the tone that said she wasn’t going to tell you shit, despite any pleading from your end. And with his next words, he confirmed that he knew it just as well as I did.
His voice was resigned as he said, “You know, I always knew you were keeping something from me. The entirety of our relationship … I’ve always known you weren’t being completely honest. And I was willing to let that go, because it was obvious it was important to you for me not to know. I could live with that then, but now? After all this? Enough is enough. I think we’ve crossed a line here, don’t you agree? The lies have got to stop, Gen. I need to know what’s going on.”
Her eyes were wide with fear, and I knew it was fear for him. For what he’d be dragged into if he knew the details of what was happening.
When she hadn’t said anything for long moments, I finally spoke up. “It’s better if you don’t know the details.”
Utter stillness radiated from his end of the line until he said, “Who the hell are you?” His voice was hard, then turned panicked when he continued, “Gen, are you still there? Are you safe? Are you hurt?”
“I’d never hurt her,” I snapped at the same time Evie reached out and put a hand to my knee and said with complete sincerity, “I’m fine, Eric. But Riley’s right. It’s better if you don’t know. It’s safer.”
“Safer for whom, exactly? Someone better tell me what the hell is going on.” His voice had risen with each word until he was nearly yelling into the phone, and that shit wasn’t going to fly with me. I didn’t give a fuck if he was her fiancé—fake fiancé—or not.
“Look, man, I know you’re probably pissing in your pants right now considering the shit going on and that you’re across the ocean while it’s all going down, so I’m going to give you a little leeway on the way you’re talking to her, but if you snap at her again, this conversation is over. Understood?”
He didn’t say anything, didn’t respond to me, and I was about to end the call altogether when he finally said, “This him, then?” Evie’s eyes widened, and without her saying a word, I knew she was trying to figure out what Eric had managed to piece together of her history despite all her lies. Before Evie could say anything, Eric blew out a laugh, the sound resigned, not taunting. “I can practically see you squirming, Gen. Don’t worry, you never slipped. You never said anything, but you didn’t have to. It was clear from the second you agreed to everything between us that there was something from your past you weren’t telling me. Why else would a beautiful woman in her early twenties agree to this? I just assumed it was a guy. Looks like I was right.”
Evie relaxed back on the cushions at the confirmation that he didn’t really know anything about her past. “It’s more than just a guy, Eric. And I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you the details. It really is safer for you the less you know. And it’s probably a good thing you’re out of the country.”
“What about my family? My parents…”
I shook my head and spoke up. “They wouldn’t go after a senator and his wife. Too high profile. They’re safe. If anything changes to make me think otherwise, we’ll get someone there to protect them.”
Eric was quiet for a minute, then said, “Riley, is it?”
“Yeah.”
“I trust you’re capable of keeping her safe?”
I looked at Evie, at the girl I thought I’d lost and who, despite all circumstances, had somehow come back into my life. The girl who’d sent my world spinning at seventeen. The same one who sent it spinning at twenty-three. The girl I’d do anything for to make sure she was safe. And I said the only truth I knew: “I’d die to protect her.”
