Only One Night (Only One 3)

Chapter 35

Manning

“How long will it take you?” I look over at Evelyn, and she just stares at me. “What?”

“You just told me that we are going out to dinner with your friends at seven.” She turns her back toward the car door. “I’ve spent all day out of the house.”

“I know. I was there,” I tell her. We woke up together for the first time ever, and it was even better than I had imagined. Sliding into her at five a.m. and then leaving is nothing compared to sliding into her at seven and then making coffee with her while she wears my shirt. Needless to say, she was bent over so fast we forgot all about the coffee.

We had to rush out of the house and get my mother to her flight. I was shocked when Evelyn threw a fit that I was going to just drop her off. No, my girl made us park, and we walked my mother in. I could tell that it even got to my mother when she got teary-eyed and whispered, “Don’t let this one go.” I knew that already. I didn’t need my mother to tell me that. We walked her as far as we could before waving good-bye, and then we set off on our day.

“It’s five thirty,” she tells me, and I look over at her. “We have to leave at six thirty.”

“Yeah, about that,” I say, and she just shakes her head.

“What are you shaking your head about?” I ask. “Do you not want to meet my friends?”

“I have to take a shower,” she says, throwing up her hands. “And fix my hair. First impressions are everything.”

“They sort of already met you,” I say, looking over at her, and I grab her hand and pull her to me. “They were at the restaurant that night.”

“Manning.” She tilts her head back and looks at me. “Next time, you need to give me at least a twelve-hour warning.”

“It’s going to be fine,” I say, parking my car in her driveway. “It’s just the six of us.”

“What’s the dress code?” she huffs as she gets out of the SUV, and I grab the bag that I have in the back seat.

“Casual,” I say, walking with her to the front door.

“Casual dressy or casual jeans?” she asks, unlocking the door and walking in, kicking off her Nikes.

“Baby,” I say softly as she rushes to her bedroom and pulls off her sweater. My cock gets hard from looking at her. “I’m wearing jeans.”

“Ugh,” she says, peeling the pants off her and then going to the bathroom. I follow her, and I’m about to grab her hips when she turns around and points her finger at me.

“Don’t even think about it,” she tells me. I pull off my shirt, and she bites her lower lip. “We don’t have time for this,” she says and backs up, putting her back to the wall. I undo my belt and open the button of my jeans, my cock springing out. “Manning.” She moans out my name as I get closer to her. “You have four minutes,” she tells me. I pick her up by her waist, and she wraps her legs around my hips and slides down on my cock. Both of us moaning now. My mouth goes to hers as I press her back into the wall, and I fuck her hard, lasting a lot longer than four minutes.

“We are going to be late,” I tell her as I slip on my black boots. “Then they are going to know we’re late because we had sex.”

“This wouldn’t be happening if you kept your cock away from me.” She steps out of her walk-in closet, and I just look at her. My mouth salivates at her tight light gray jeans with a rip in one of her knees and a snug plain white T-shirt with a gold chain around her neck. My eyes go to the sky-high leopard heels she’s wearing.

“How do I look?” she asks, slipping on a short black leather jacket and pulling her long hair out of it. I bend down and kiss her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth, but she shoves me away. “We don’t have time for that.”

She grabs her black purse, and we rush out of the house. We get to the restaurant ten minutes late, and she is shaking her head when we get out of the car. I look over at her as she walks to me, and I grab her hand. After we walk into the restaurant, the hostess sees us, and I hear my name being called. I look over at the fans and just raise my hand, never letting Evelyn’s hand go. “Um,” she says from beside me. “I forgot that you get noticed.”

“And?” I look at her as the hostess asks us to follow her.