“Hopefully that makes the floor a little bit more comfortable.”
She was halfway off the bed when she turned and spanked her ass. “I’ve got some cushion for the pushin’, don’t you worry.”
Once she was lying on top of the comforter, I dropped down, bracing myself on my arms over her.
“I feel like a teenager sneaking a girl into my room and not wanting my parents to find out.”
Even in the dark, the smile she shot me was gorgeous.
“I never did that, but Dad used to come bursting into mine and Maeve’s bedrooms in the middle of the night with his baseball bat when he heard us moving in our beds.”
I could picture Walton doing that.
“What about Roque?”
“He used to sneak out all the time and get up to shit, so Dad decided to mess around with him. He ordered one of those dolls they used in school to give you an idea of what parenthood’s like, and left it in his bed. Roque climbed in through the window and got into bed, waking it up and making him almost shit his pants when it started crying.
“To make matters worse, he’d put a dirty pair of his underwear on the pillow with a message saying, ‘If you’re so set on changing shitty diapers, you can start with mine. Love, Dad.’”
The reason we were on the floor was for something far different than what we were doing, but here I was, laughing my ass off again, and I was still hard. I was going to call this the Evita Effect.
Lowering down so I could kiss her, I flicked her lip with the tip of my tongue and then licked into her when she opened them, granting me access.
We’d known each other for over a year, but we’d only been spending time with each other for roughly two months. Technically we’d been together for twenty-four hours, but I loved what we had and the promise it gave of what we could build together.
It wasn’t ideal that I was thirteen years older than her and had a son who was four years younger than her, but who could say that every last thing about their relationship was perfect? No one—at least, no one who was telling the truth.
We all had flaws in ourselves and our relationships, regardless of how big or small they were, and so long as we were okay and our kids were okay with it, did it matter?
When Evie reached down and pushed down on my ass while grinding up into me, I concluded that no, it didn’t fucking matter one iota. I wouldn’t change one thing about us, and we could embrace our flaws and make them part of what we had.
Pushing her t-shirt up her torso, I trailed kisses down her neck and across the material until I got to her skin.
All of the silky smoothness under me was perfection, and as I nipped and licked my way lower, I smiled against it. I wasn’t going to let bad thoughts and my regrets intrude on my life anymore, especially not now, but I was fucking beyond grateful that I had what I did now.
And when I got to the apex of her thighs and was met with damp lace, I put my issues in a box, locked it up tight, and dropped it off the side of my mental Everest so that they’d be lost. There was no way of getting rid of them forever, our minds don’t work like that, but it was a form of control over them. Only I’d know where I dropped them, and only I had the key.
Pushing the gusset of her panties to the side, I wiggled my way between Evie’s thighs and settled on my stomach.
“You’ll need to find something to cover your mouth, baby,” I warned her.
“I doubt it,” she muttered. “Oral sex doesn’t do much for me.”
“How do you mean?”
Shrugging a shoulder, she stared up at the ceiling, refusing to meet my eyes. “I think I’m like an oral sex prissy pants. It’s just never revved my engine.”
“What about last night?” I dared her to say she didn’t enjoy what we’d done.
“Last night was amazing, but I didn’t need to bite down on anything when you went down on me. Now, when you were inside me, I had to bite your shoulder because I was about to scream, but that’s not what we’re talking about.”
She’d unknowingly laid out a challenge for me.
So I went to town. Balancing on my elbows, I used the fingers of one hand to hold her open for me, then swept my tongue between her folds. Oh, Evie jerked all right, but she didn’t make a noise.
Using my other hand while I licked and sucked around her pussy, I carefully pushed my middle finger inside her. I’d had a friend who’d done this once and had gotten carried away. His nail had grazed the inside of his girlfriend, and it was something that’d lasted with me since.