Red Hot Night (Trick or Treat Collaboration)
“I’m not that kind of guy.” He seems like he wants to say more but stops himself. Instead, he goes right for the kill shot. “So, is there a story behind that accident of yours?”
My heart rises into my throat. “There is, but I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I mutter, tucking my head down, avoiding his gaze.
Everett cups my chin, tipping my head up. Reading the pain in my eyes, he bites out through clench teeth, “Fuck, don’t tell me some bastard laid his hands on you.”
I shake my head, trying to decide what I should tell him. I have to be honest with him, if not for any other reason than he might find out if we continue this thing between us. “No, not exactly. I don’t know if you heard about the bank robbery in Chicago a few weeks back.”
“I did.”
“I was the woman he shot.” He blanches, and then his face hardens. Instantly, I’m wrapped up in his arms and he breathes in my scent. “I’m going to find this bastard, and when I do, he’s a dead man,” he snarls in my ear.
“Everett, you’re squeezing too tight.”
“Sorry, love.” He loosens his grip immediately and looks me over to see if anything’s wrong.
“I’m fine. It’s just the reason I’m out here tonight. I’ve been hiding away for weeks. First it was for recovery purposes, but my fear hasn’t allowed me much freedom. I can’t go back to work at the bank, so I’ll be dipping into my savings soon.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth. Now, let’s get some sleep because we have a big day ahead.”
“What about Briana?” I almost forgot about her completely.
“I suppose she’ll go home with my cousin in the morning, but don’t worry about her.” I kiss his jaw, then cuddle onto his chest as he slides us down against the pillows. His heart’s beating fast, and I listen to it until it lulls me to sleep.
Chapter Nine
Everett
“Good morning,” I whisper in her ear. I’m sure it’s probably past noon, but it’s morning to us.
“Morning.” She snuggles into my side, pressing her lips to my chest. My dick, which hasn’t gone down all night, jerks up, hitting her thigh. “Ooh,” she moans, lifting herself over me.
“You need something, sweetheart?”
She nods. “Tell me what you need. Say it.”
“I need you inside me.” She rolls her hips, trying to relieve her own ache. I lift her up and push my cock through her soaking wet lips. Watching my thickness disappearing into her slit is so fucking hot. We both groan as her heated, swollen pussy slides down me.
“Now that you got me where you want me, what do you want to do with me?”
“I want to ride you until we come, but I need your help.”
“Gladly.” I grasp her hips, pumping her up and down and pounding deep inside of her, causing her tits to bounce to the rhythm. I move up into a seated position because I need them in my mouth. Cupping each of the perfect round globes, I rub my thumbs over her nipples and watch the sexy sight before me. Fucking hell, my cock jerks as she tosses her head back, moaning my name.
Her walls pulse around me, sucking the cum out of my balls. I coat her unprotected womb with a smile on my face. She collapses, her head falling onto my chest.
“Time for a nap, love.” I lay us back down and cuddle for a little bit when my phone goes off, forcing me out of bed. “Hello,” I grumble.
“Hello, Everett. Is that any way to greet your mother?” Fucking hell—this isn’t what I need today. Of all people, she’s one of the last I want to speak to, especially with Lena around.
“I was sleeping. What’s up?” I lie because I don’t want her in my damn business in the least.
She’s pissed me off one time too many. The last was learning that she’s been staying with my grandparents with her good-for-nothing husband. “You? Sleeping? Oh yeah, that’s right. You were slaving away at that old bar of his.”
The way she speaks about my grandfather makes me angry. She’s never appreciated his kindness. Instead, she resented his rules. “Is there something you want?”
“I was wondering if we can stay with you. The old shrew doesn’t want me here when Dad gets home.”
“Sorry. I’m not going to be here. I’m going back home today.” I don’t hesitate to lie to her. After all, I learned from the best.
“Oh. Maybe we could stay with you there.”
“No. Why aren’t you both in Chicago?”
“Things didn’t work out the way we thought they would. We’ve been here for a couple of weeks, but we’re low on funds.” I wonder if they’re the reason my grandfather had a heart attack.
“I’ll send you some money.”