Chapter 18
RHETT
I hold Evie until she falls asleep.
Where there might have been a five percent chance of Evie and I having a romantic relationship, it's now zero. She needs someone who will take care of her, and be her friend, more than she needs a horny fucker who can’t keep it in his pants.
With her body tucked against mine and her steady breaths fanning over my chest, I make her a silent promise.
I’ll never give up our friendship for a quick fuck with her. I’ll protect her from myself.
I didn’t take her seriously when she told me she loved me because honestly, she wouldn’t feel the same if I weren’t taking care of her.
I think she’s confusing feeling grateful with love.
I, on the other hand, meant what I said. Evie has burrowed her way so deep into my heart there’s no way of ever getting her out.
I doubt she’d like me at all if she ever found out what a sick bastard I really am. I wonder if Evie has even had sex before. Yeah, I’d scar her for life.
Then there’s the fact that it’s hard for me to trust people. As it is, I only trust Mia, Carter, and Logan.
Mom always used to say that without trust, a relationship is doomed to fail.
But it’s hard trusting people when you don’t know whether they like you because of your money, or for who you really are inside.
Money can’t buy loyalty and happiness.
With my mind full of crap, I drift off to sleep.
Waking up, the first thing I become aware of is the soft flesh beneath my fingers. Opening my eyes, I glance down and when I see Evie’s wild, red curls, I let out a sigh.
Thank God, it’s not some chick I fucked. I pull her body closer and bury my face in her hair, taking full advantage of the moment while she’s still asleep.
My fingers brush over her silky skin again, and it’s then I realize my hand is under her shirt. I push myself up and stare down at her.
Correction. The shirt is bundled around her ribs, giving me an eyeful of her toned stomach. Her skin is pale white compared to my tanned hand.
Unable to resist I move my thumb back and forth, drinking in the feel of her.
She lets out a breathy sigh which makes my morning wood turn to titanium steel.
Evie starts to move, and I freeze, scared that she’s going to open her eyes and bust me with my hand almost up her shirt. I yank my hand away and keep dead still when she turns onto her side, and throws her leg over mine.
She snuggles into my chest, curling her arm around my waist, and as she shifts her leg a little up, her thigh brushes over my balls, nudging at my cock.
Holy fuck.
I’m going to shoot a load if she does that again.
When it’s clear that she’s done moving, I place my hand on the back of her neck. My fingers curl into her hair, and all I want to do is drag her up my body so I can kiss her breathless while she rides my cock.
I’m fucked.
I’m so fucking fucked.
Every nerve ending I have zeroes in on my cock when she shifts a little, rubbing her hot pussy against my hip while her thigh presses down on my cock.
This is fucking torture.