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Five hours later, after I’d gone for a long ride to blow the shit out of my head, I pulled my bike up in Evie’s driveway. Her lights were still on, and I wondered if she’d waited up for me. She’d been pretty fucking clear about me coming over so my guess was she had.
As I walked the short path to her front door, she pulled it open and stood staring at me.
Christ, she never failed to take my breath away. Tonight she was dressed in an old t-shirt of mine that I didn’t even realise she still had. Her long, brown hair was flowing wildly around her shoulders and her face was flushed.
“Sorry I’m so late,” I apologised.
“Better late than never,” she replied quietly.
I waited for her to step aside and let me in but she didn’t. “You gonna let me in?”
“Not until you spill.”
I exhaled harshly. “Evie...”
She crossed her arms over her chest and a determined look covered her face. “No, Kick. I need you to tell me what happened today. I want to know where you go when The Hard Kick comes out.”
“Come again, babe? What’s The Hard Kick?” She’d lost me now.
“It’s this thing you do every now and then. One minute you’re okay and normal, and then something happens and you change. It’s like a harder, meaner version of you comes out. And it’s not that I don’t like it, I just want to understand why. Is it something I do to you?”
There were three steps separating us. I closed the distance and curled my hand around her waist. Leaning in to bring our faces closer, I said, “No, it’s not something you do. It’s got nothing to do with you at all.”
“But - ”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “I’m sorry it happens. I’ve got shit going on with the club at the moment and as much as I try to keep that from interfering with us, I can’t always manage to do that.”
Her face softened and I sensed her relenting. “I get it. But you do need to explain to me about my father and what you’re doing to help him.”
“We’ll get to that, baby, but fuck, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night, so can we deal with that first?”
Heat flashed in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, just nodded her agreement.
I moved my free hand down to the bottom of her t-shirt and trailed my fingers up her thigh towards her panties. When her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip, I knew this was what she wanted, too. I pressed my mouth to her ear and murmured, “Let me inside, Evie. I need to fuck you like I’ve never needed to fuck you.” I found the edge of her panties and pushed past them to run my finger along her pussy.
So goddamn wet.
She whimpered, and unable to control myself any longer, I moved quickly and scooped her up. I entered the house, kicked the door shut behind me and strode towards her bedroom.
Her hands came around my neck and she held on tight. “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she breathed into my ear, causing my already hard dick to nearly lose his shit.
I deposited her on the bed and then reached down to undo my belt and jeans as I kicked my boots off. She moved off the bed and came to me, lifting her t-shirt over her head as she did so. Her hands went to my tee and she had it off in a matter of seconds. My jeans and boxers followed close behind.
Her eyes travelled every inch of my body before coming back to meet my gaze. “God, Kick, how much do you work out these days?”
I pulled her to me, fucking loving the feel of our skin together again. “It’s called working my frustrations out. I haven’t had you to work out with for too fuckin’ long so I had to find another outlet.”
She raised her brows. “You can’t tell me you haven’t been working out with someone else.”
“Every now and then, but babe, none of them come close to you.”
“Yeah, yeah...”
She tried to blow me off but I corrected her. “No, Evie. You know I don’t say shit for the sake of saying it.”
Her body stilled in my arms and I knew I’d gotten through. Her hand came to my face and she caressed my cheek. “I know,” she whispered.
My cock throbbed for her, it fucking ached to get inside her, so I hurried this along. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast to start with and then long and slow. You good with that?”
A sexy smile spread across her face. “So long as I get your tongue on my pussy later, I’m good with anything.”
Christ, I loved her dirty mouth. Had missed that mouth. “I see your mouth is still as filthy as it’s always been,” I said as I let her go and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Kick, you taught me everything I know, so of course my mouth is filthy as fuck.”
“Fuck, Evie,” I growled as I positioned myself over her. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth with my cock later and show you just what filthy is.”
She reached for my dick and began stroking it. “I don’t want you to use a condom. Are you clean?”
“Yeah. You?”
She nodded and then caught my lips in a kiss while she continued to pump my cock. I knew I was dangerously close to coming and that I should slow this down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She made me feel so damn good and I hadn’t felt good in a long fucking time.
Her touch was magic.
Her words were healing.
And I knew her love was everything I needed in this shitty world.
I pulled out of our kiss and grunted, “Babe, either you need to stop what you’re doing or I need to get inside you because I’m just about to blow if you keep it up.”