Forever Wild (Wildcat Hockey, #5)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“How much longer do you have to wear the cast?” Her chin juts toward my left arm. “It comes off next week.” I fidget in place as she fires questions at me. I wasn’t prepared to see her and my defenses slowly rise back up, turning me back into the grumpy asshole I’ve become this past month. “What kind of physical therapy are you⁠—” “You can’t just show up uninvited, scale my fence, and act like my pool is your personal getaway.” Her eyes widen like a hurt puppy at my gruff tone and scolding words, but then slowly a fire lights up behind those hazel irises and everything in her body language stiffens. “So sorry I invaded your fortress.” She stomps over to a lounge chair and grabs her towel and beach bag. Her march back has the same haughtiness, but she stops in front of me and pulls something from the bag. “Here.” She shoves a plastic container at me. “I made you more cookies. I hope you choke on them.”

Movement catches my eye and I turn as Jack steps into the kitchen. He walks toward me, opening the freezer and grabbing a bag of frozen peas. “Are you okay?” I glance at his knee indicating I mean physically. I know better than to touch on his emotional state. I wouldn’t be okay either. “It hurts.” My brows rise in shock. “Wow. I can’t believe you just admitted that.” He glares but there’s no real malice behind it. “So…” “Thank you for today. I’m sorry I was an asshole. My dad…” He trails off and that muscle in his cheek jumps again. “Thank you, Ev.” “You’re welcome.” We stare at each other. The strain on his face reminds me that he’s in pain. “You should probably elevate your knee.” “Yeah.” He lifts the peas.

Movement catches the corner of my eye. In all the commotion with my dad, I’d stopped listening to her moving around upstairs, but here Ev stands, freshly showered and in one of my old hockey T-shirts. Something stirs inside my chest at the way the fabric hangs off her shoulder and grazes her upper thigh. Her long, wet hair has soaked the right side of her shirt, and like the asshole I am, I notice that she’s not wearing a bra. “Enjoy rifling through my clothes?” I ask with bite in my tone. It has nothing to do with her taking my shirt and everything to do with my reaction to this whole fucking day. I don’t know what I would have done if she hadn’t been here. I’m glad and I’m mad and it’s confusing. “My dress smells like sunscreen and stale beer, but if you would prefer to see me in my bikini then all you have to do is ask. Should I go change into it? Maybe lather myself in suntan oil for you too?” The challenge in her voice makes me smile.

with her, anyway. I clear my throat and say, “If you don’t have plans, we could grab dinner.” The surprise plays over her face like a slideshow. Mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. When she recovers, she asks, “Dinner with you?” “Do you see anyone else here?” I ask dryly. I’m already regretting asking. It was a dumb idea. I should go inside, shower, and call someone else to come over. I’m healed enough that fucking someone into next week is no longer a concern. “All right. Sure.” I hesitate. I’m not at all confident I heard her right. She’s never this agreeable. “What do you want to eat?” she asks. There’s a sudden rush of lust and anticipation thrumming through me. It’s too late to rescind the offer. But I don’t really want to either. And it’s just Everly. We’re friends. Nothing more. Nothing more. “I don’t care,” I say. “You pick. I’m gonna grab a shower quick.”

“I really want to dunk you right now,” I say. “But I'm afraid I’ll hurt you.” His mouth pulls into a disbelieving smirk. “As if you could hurt me, Little Sharpie.” The nickname is like a bucket of ice water over my head. He never calls me that. Ash, Declan, Leo, and some of the other guys have been using that endearment for me since I was eighteen, but Jack never has. I can’t explain why it hurts.

“You are kind of old.”

“I turn thirty-three next month. If I’m lucky, I have another seven or eight years.” He’s planning almost a decade in advance, and I can barely manage to work out what I want to do on a daily basis. The age difference between us has never felt bigger. “Seems like you should go to the ball then.” “What is it with you and this ball?” He’s stretching on the ground in front of me. One hand rests protectively over his left knee. He’s been getting around better on it, but every once in a while, I see him rubbing his thigh or extending it like he’s testing the feel of it. “I don’t know. It sounds fun.” “Fine, I’ll go.” I start to smile at his agreement, but then he adds, “If you come with me.” “Me?” I shake my head to say absolutely not but then stop myself. I mean, when else am I going to ever be invited to an event like this? “Deal.”

“God dammit, Everly. I’m not afraid of you getting attached.” He hovers over me. Even in my heels, he’s a good head taller than me. His stare surveys my face, settling on my lips and then dragging up to my eyes. “I’m afraid I will.”

“Stop looking at me like that,” I warn, cocking a brow. She’s the one in a skimpy suit, but she’s looking at me like she can see my dick growing harder through my shorts. “Like what?” she asks innocently. She wants me to say it. She wants to know how I see her and watch me squirm as I wrangle with the fact I kissed her last night. I should have done more. I should have fucked that look right off her face last night.

“Were you that nervous I’d crash? I’m a good driver.” “No, I was nervous you’d take off your top and kill me.” “That is still a likely outcome, but please don’t die.” She crawls over the console onto my lap. “I don’t think this car is big enough for whatever you have planned,” I tell her as she attempts to straddle me. “I don’t have a plan.” Her skin is warm and silky smooth. Her hair hangs down over her shoulders, partially covering one breast, and her face is makeup-free, showcasing a smattering of freckles that span out across her cheekbones. “I have a few ideas.” I brush my thumb along the small dots on the right side of her face. “You’re not going to tell me how this is a bad idea and it’s not happening again.” “Would it matter?” I laugh. “Well, I’m not going to kiss you against your will.” I lift my hips so she can feel what she does to me. “Does it feel like it’s against my will?” Before she can answer, I thread my fingers through her hair and bring her mouth to mine.

I slide the hand in her hair down the side of her neck and then skim my fingers over the side of her bikini top. She shivers and arches into me, encouraging me to touch her there. I detour and wrap my arm around her back, then with the other I open the door. “No, don’t run away yet.” She stops kissing me only to protest, then covers my mouth with hers again. “Not running away,” I manage to get out as we devour each other. “Taking you with me.” I maneuver out of the car like a man on a mission with her glued to my front. “I can walk,” she says, but then wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, rubbing her tits up against my chest in the process. I make it inside by instinct alone, since all my other senses are focused on not breaking our kiss. The entry door from the garage slams behind me. Without realizing I’ve made the decision, I find myself walking toward the kitchen island. It’s the nearest flat surface. I set her down and stay between her legs.

“No,” I say, catching her hand. “I want to unwrap my own present.” She makes the sexiest noises as I drop open-mouth kisses on her stomach and neck, avoiding all the places she wants me most. “Fucking temptress, that’s what you are.” She’s everything I shouldn’t want and everything I crave. Thick blonde hair that I want to fist. Big hazel eyes that see right through me. A mouth that I want wrapped around my cock. Her curves, her fight, her fucking everything. Everly Kent drives me fucking wild. And she knows it. She takes my hands and places them over her breasts so I’m cupping her full tits through the suit. “Take your greedy hands off what’s mine, temptress.”

I peel her bottoms off and then toss them up at her. She smirks, but it disappears as I lift one of her legs and put it on my shoulder. “Damn, baby. You’re dripping for me.” I slide two fingers over her from pussy to clit, then drag the moisture up to her lower stomach for her to see. “So wet. So ready.” “I’ve been ready for weeks.” Her words are breathy as my fingers rub slowly over her swollen clit. “You almost missed your shot.” She’s all talk, riling me up like she loves to do. “If you think anyone can make you come as hard as I’m going to, then be my guest, temptress.” I dip two fingers inside her. She moans and her pussy walls clench around me. “Want me stop?” “If you stop…” Her words trail off as I add another finger. “What’s that, sweetheart? Stop?” I lean closer to her pussy without breaking eye contact and place a chaste kiss directly on her clit, then flick my tongue in the same spot. “Don’t stop. More,” she begs, eyes struggling to stay open. I do the opposite, stopping and stepping back from her. “What are you doing?” she asks as I head over to a cabinet and grab a glass. The answer to that question is slowly losing my mind, but I don’t say anything as I fill the glass with ice and water, then take a long drink. It doesn’t do anything to stamp out the heat coursing through me for her. “Jack fucking Wyld, if you leave me like this, I swear to the hockey gods I will cheer for the other team at every game next season.” I bark out a laugh. “No, you won’t.”

Her gaze narrows, then drops to my pants. My hard dick is stretching out the front, making my desire for her obvious. She scoots to the edge of the counter like she’s going to get down. “Don’t move,” I say, voice rough and commanding. “I’m not done with you.” Her annoyance flares but so does her desire. I walk back with the glass and hold it to her lips. She hesitates but then drinks as I tilt it so the water slowly drips into her mouth. I take one more long drink and then set it on the counter. This time when I place my cold mouth over her hot pussy, she hisses out, “Oh, fuck.” I fight a grin. The sensation doesn’t last so I grab an ice cube from the glass and put it in my mouth. Her eyes follow my every movement as I hold it between my teeth and run it down over her stomach and lower. “Holy shit.” She falls back and stares up at the ceiling. I miss her eyes on me. “Give me those pretty hazels, Ev.” She obeys quickly, sending a rush of want and need straight to my cock. The ice melts fast but she’s already grinding against my tongue and chasing her orgasm. It hits her with a force that makes her lashes flutter closed. “Jack.” My name is a jagged cry from her lips as she comes. She’s wild, legs wrapping around me, hands tugging in my hair, bucking and screaming as the orgasm fades. “Mmmm…” I hum the words against her center. “I could eat this pussy all day long.”

When the second orgasm hits, she full-out screams, the sound filling my house and probably alarming the neighbors, if they weren’t all gone for the summer. She squirms, this time like she’s trying to get away from me. I move my mouth away from her sensitive flesh but keep my hold around her leg. Everly’s gaze drops to my pants. She reaches for me, stroking me through the fabric, before she slips her hand down the front. Her fingers wrap around my girth and her lips part with a pleased smile. “No wonder you’re such a cocky asshole.” Before I can reply, an alarm goes off on my phone. Her hand stills. I take it from my pocket and silence it, then toss it on the counter. “Something important?” “Unfortunately.” With an internal sigh, I grab her shorts. “Put these on.” “Why?” “Because I need to take a call, and I’d prefer James not see your pretty cunt.”

“What do you want to drink?”

He’s staring down at me, waiting for an answer. “Champagne.” He quirks one brow. “We’re celebrating.” He gets Grace and Lane’s requests then orders everything. Turning so his body is angled toward me, he asks, “What are we celebrating?” “You being out of the house, for starters.” His lips twist into a sexy smirk. “And I got a new dress.” His stare rakes over me slowly like he’s appreciating every centimeter of said dress.

“Do you like it?” He leans in. “I’d like it better if you’d worn it over to my house. Every guy in this club is staring at you.” “Jealous?” “No.” He pulls back. “No?” I’m surprised by his answer. The way he looks at me, the way his fingers dig in tighter on my back, gives away his possessiveness. “I’ve slammed plenty of guys into the boards for a lot less than looking at my girl.” “Your girl?” I ask pointedly.

“So you’re just going to beat up anyone that looks at me?” “Exactly.” He winks,

“You look beautiful.” The compliment takes me by surprise. I guess I’m used to guys who only say things like that to me when they’re trying to take me home for the night. “You know I’m basically a sure thing, right? You don’t need to use your pretty words on me.” “No? What kind of words would you like me to use then?” “We don’t need to talk at all.” I step closer. His gaze drops to my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me.

His fingers continue lavishing me with attention as the orgasm subsides, then he squats down in front of me, placing a kiss on my inner thigh as he slides my panties down. I step out of them and he pockets them before pulling my dress down like nothing happened. When I’m breathy and starting to sweat, I turn back around to face him. “I should have brought a second pair of panties.” He grins. “They just get in the way.” My breaths are still ragged when I ask, “How’s your knee?” “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m good.” “I like worrying about you.” My gaze moves to one of the cushy chairs. I set my champagne down on a table and pull him with me to the chair. The room has graduated floors so that even in the back, you can see the dance floor. He smirks as I playfully shove him down into the chair. “Take a load off, big guy.” He sits like a man in a throne, legs spread apart and arms draped over the sides. I step between his spread legs.

Placing one knee on the chair between his thighs, I lean in and kiss him. He still doesn’t place his hands on me, but his mouth shows me how much he wants me. He tastes minty fresh and smells like citrus and leather. I place one hand on his hard chest and trail it down over his stomach. I can picture exactly how he looks underneath and my mouth waters at the memory. He finally lunges for me, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me down on top of him. I giggle as he settles me on his lap. His palm drops to my knee and he smiles in a way that is both sweet and sexy.

“Sorry,” she says at one point when everyone else is talking around us. “Are you bored?” “No.” She narrows her gaze like she’s trying to make sure I’m not lying. “Would I rather be back upstairs? Yes. But I’m sitting next to the hottest woman in the club and my fingers still smell like her pussy. Don’t you worry about me.”

“Keep giggling like that, temptress. It makes me that much more excited to fill your mouth with something else later.” She takes a sharp inhale of breath and then a flush creeps down her neck. “I think asking you to come here was a mistake.” “Why?” I ask, pulling back slightly. I know I can be an overbearing asshole. Maybe she wants to spend the night with her friends instead of me hogging all her attention. I came downstairs with her but I’m still stealing her attention. “Because I can’t concentrate on anything else. Everyone is talking and all I can think about is whether or not you have my panties in your pocket.” I shift so she can reach in and check, which she does. “Want them back?” I make like I’m going to reach in for them, but she stops me.

“No. They’d just be getting soaked again.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. She brings a hand up to my jaw, then drags the back of her fingers over my lips. The meaning of her words finally drifts past the lust fog clouding my brain. “Soaked for me again, huh?” She nods, then moves her hand to the back of my neck. I like the way she touches me. Explorative and reverent and out in the open for everyone to see. That last part should probably concern me, but I’m too wrapped up in her to care who knows. At least right this minute. “Do you want to go back upstairs?” “What about your friends?” “They won’t miss me.” I seriously consider it, but then shake my head. “No. We have time. Tonight, you should enjoy your friends.” “Think one of them can do something about the throbbing between my legs?” She bats her lashes then giggles. “Not fucking funny.” I take her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. “Everly!” Grace calls her name and moves to stand in front of her. “We have to dance.” She grins at me as she lets her friend pull her to her feet, then sends me a flirty wink as they go. I blow out a breath and run a hand through my hair. I am in serious trouble with this girl.

“I’m going to head out and get ready. Do you want me to come back here, and we’ll drive over together?” I ask. My stomach is already a ball of nerves thinking about going to an event with Jack. “I have a surprise for you.” His lips curve up and his brows lift playfully. “O-kay,” I say slowly, but excitement builds quickly as he leads me into the house and down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms. Jack pauses at the threshold and leaves room for me to pass by him. Two women are busy unpacking a trunk of hair and makeup accessories and there’s a dressing rack of gorgeous gowns in a variety of colors. I whirl around to face him. He looks very pleased with the very shocked expression I’m positive is on my face. “What did you do?” I ask in a slightly accusatory tone. This is…I am officially speechless. “I thought you might need a dress for tonight,” he says. “I have a dress.” Not one that compares to the beautiful ones on the rack behind me, but it isn’t bad. Okay, I probably would have been the worst-dressed woman there, but this is too much. He leans in and brushes his lips over mine, then murmurs, “Fine. I’m a selfish asshole and I didn’t want you to leave.” “Or you didn’t want me to show up looking a hot mess and embarrass you.”

With a slight shake to his head, he grins at me. “Not possible. You could go exactly like you are and still be the most beautiful woman there.” He leaves me, like he didn’t just casually drop the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten, disappearing back down the hallway. My anxiety spikes as I walk fully into the room.

I head out of the room to find him. The house is quiet except for music playing through the speakers. My heels clack on the floor with every step and my heart races in anticipation. “Jack?” I call when I don’t see him in the kitchen or living room. “Be right out,” he yells from the direction of his bedroom. I spot two masks on the kitchen counter. A simple black satin one and another that is the same turquoise of my dress. The man officially thinks of everything. “How did you know which dress I was going to choose?” I yell, smiling as I run a hand along the silky material, but I forget what I asked, and probably how to breathe, when Jack steps out of his room. The black suit hugs his tall, broad body in all the right places. My throat is dry while I take him in. I forget all about blowing his mind because mine is officially blown. “Goddamn,” I mutter finally. He smirks, invading my space. His spicy cologne wraps around me, and I swallow hard. “My thoughts exactly.” He lets his gaze rake over me from head to toe, and when I see the spark of desire in his eyes, some of my confidence returns. I do a spin for him. The dress has a high slit that gapes with the movement.

“The shoes are the best part,” I say, stepping one leg out to show off the strappy silver heels that wrap around my foot and ankle. “You just need one more thing.” I laugh because, what is this life? He pulls out a long black velvet box and opens it, revealing a diamond tennis necklace. “I’m not putting that thing on.” I shake my head adamantly. My heart leaps into my throat. He laughs and pulls out the necklace, setting the box on the counter. “I’m serious, Jack. That thing is worth more than everything I own.” “It wasn’t that much,” he insists and walks behind me, dropping the necklace over my head so that it rests against my throat. Not that much for him maybe. The necklace is cool and heavy against my skin. I pull my hair off my neck and he clasps it in place.

“Get in bed. I’ll bring you some medicine and water,” he says. “Need anything else?” “No. And I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed. I can sleep on the couch.” “You think I’m sleeping on the couch?” he asks. “I have like three extra bedrooms.” “Then I can sleep in one of those.” “Get in my bed,” he says as he steps toward the door. “I want to keep an eye on you.” “So bossy,” I mutter as I pull the covers back. His bed smells like him and within seconds I’m drifting off.

I’m lying in bed next to Everly watching TV on mute. I slept a little but I kept startling awake, afraid she was going to need something. “Hey,” she says, voice gruff. I glance over at her in the dark. The lights from the TV give just enough glow for me to see she’s smiling. “How are you feeling?” “A little better, I think. My head is still killing me.” “You can have more medicine in an hour.” She nods, then brings both hands up under her chin and continues to stare at me. “Your bed is nice.” “I know.” I turn over on my side, mimicking her body language. I reach out and press the back of my hand to her forehead. She’s still warm. “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to get you sick?” “Nah. My immune system is good.” “People always say that right before they get sick.” Her lashes flutter closed for a moment and then reopen. “I’m sorry we had to leave the ball early,” she says.

“Seriously. This bed is really comfortable.” She grins. “And it smells like you. Warm leather and spice with a hint of something clean like Downy fabric softener.” “I think it might be time for you to go back to sleep,” I say. “I’m not tired.” “Your body can recover better the more you rest.” “You’re good at taking care of people.” “Only when they listen to me.” Her smile inches higher. “How come you don’t do serious relationships?” The question takes me by surprise, and I shrug. “I date when it fits into my schedule.” “That is so not romantic.”

“But it’s practical. I don’t have a lot of time or energy for anyone besides the team during the season.” “Other guys make it work.” She isn’t wrong, but my job is to make their lives simple so they can do things like that. “I know you and I are just…whatever, but you’re good at this. You should do it more. The team will be okay. You don’t have to give all of yourself to hockey to be a legend. You can make room for other things.” My chest tightens at her words. I want to believe she’s right, but letting the guys down is a fear that isn’t so easily wiped away. I clear my throat. “What about you?” “I don’t know. It isn’t like I’m opposed to a serious relationship. I’ve seen how good it can be. Tyler and Piper are as in love today as they were when they were teenagers. Ash and Bridget are so perfect for each other it’s hard to imagine a time when they weren’t together. Declan would do anything for Jade, and Scarlett and Leo make out like they just met. I don’t know…” She trails off. “It makes it hard to sit across from guys who can barely fake interest in getting to know me long enough to finish dinner.” “I get that.” “You do?” “Sure. I can’t deny that relationships like that exist.” “You just don’t think you’re cut out for it?” I ignore her question because I don’t know the answer anymore. “There are lots of guys who want to get to know you. Maybe you’re just hanging out with the wrong ones.” “Like you?”

“I want to know you.” I brush a strand of hair off her flushed skin. “You already do. Sometimes I think you know what I’ll say or do better than I do.” She yawns but covers it with a hand and then smiles sleepily before she asks, “When you’re done playing hockey, what will you do?” “I’ll be a grumpy, retired hockey player.” She giggle...

Everly reaches out with a hand and runs a finger down the sleeve of tattoos on my right arm. “Is it finished?”

“I have one spot left.” I turn my arm so she can see the area on the inside of my bicep. “What’s going there?” “I don’t know yet. I’m waiting for inspiration.” She grins, then yawns again. “You should get some sleep,” I say reluctantly. “Me too. Brian will be by early.” She smirks. “How’s that going?” “Good,” I admit. “Now that he’s not hitting on you.” “I can’t believe you fired him.” “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How’d he look at me?” “Like he wanted what was mine.” “Yours, huh?”

I thread my fingers through her hair and draw her closer to me, dropping a kiss on her forehead before I pull back. She’s got me wrapped so tightly around her finger. I like being in control, of myself and my relationships, but Everly seems to thrive on upending that control. I keep waiting for her to realize that maybe this isn’t a good idea, but so far all I’ve done is convince myself that maybe it is.

Tyler is talking, saying something about Everly and Brian, but all my attention is on the woman in front of me as she leans in and licks my cock from base to tip. “I gotta go,” I say, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Something just came up.” It’s me. I’m up. And Jesus Christ…she takes me into her mouth inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. “Okay, but don’t forget to tell Ev to call me.” “Yeah, sure, I’ll…” Oh fuck. “I’ll check on that.” I hang up without hearing Tyler’s reply. Am I the asshole? The answer is unequivocally yes, but what’s worse: talking to him while his sister has my dick in her mouth or hanging up on him so I can fuck her mouth? “You’re evil.” I toss my phone onto the workout mat and dig my hands into her hair. Evil but fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of it. All of it. Her teasing, her laughter, her default stubborn and sassy attitude, and the way she goes soft under my touch. I let her keep the pace but encourage her to take me deeper. She swallows me inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. She gags and her eyes water. Fuck me. Pleasure rolls through me wave after wave. Before Everly, I went months without being with a woman, but it was worth the wait for this. For her. Her tongue swirls around the head and she bobs faster, taking me deep each time. When my grip tightens in her hair, she moans

and the vibrations send another dizzying wave of pleasure through my entire body. Damn this woman. “So fucking beautiful on your knees. So perfect.” My words are gentle as I take over, using my hold in her hair to drag her off my cock and then stuff her mouth full again. “You like driving me wild, don’t you?” Her response is to suck so hard her cheeks hollow out. The suction is divine. “Don’t you know you already do that without being on your knees?” I run my thumb along her cheek. “But since you’re down there, I’m gonna fuck that gorgeous mouth.”

Not with her looking so perfect. Looking so much like mine. “I’m gonna come,” I warn through gritted teeth. I fight it off, wanting to live in this moment, but it’s been too long since I’ve gotten off with anything but my own hand. She doesn’t pull back or heed my warning. She grips me tighter and swirls her tongue until stars explode behind my eyes. The force of my orgasm nearly takes me down. My legs wobble but I manage to stay upright with the grip I have on her hair. “Fuck, baby,” I groan as she swallows every last drop before she slides slowly off me. I pull her to her feet and crash my mouth down on hers. “Jack.” She moans as I drive my tongue deep into her mouth and pick her up. This thing between us was supposed to be temporary,

but it’s quickly turning into a deep, soul-aching need to never let her go. Her arms go around my neck and her bare tits press against my chest as I walk over to the outdoor couch. I place her on it, then drape one of her legs over my shoulder. I push her bikini bottoms to the side to reveal her wet pussy. She gasps as I lick along her slit. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she rubs her pussy over my mouth. “That’s right. Take what you need from me.” I insert one finger inside her as she keeps pushing her clit into my tongue. I suck and lick and feast on her. I drive her as wild as she drives me. I don’t know how we got here but I feel the strangest sense of foreboding, even though I’ve never been happier. Maybe it’s the reminder that she’s only mine for a short time. She wasn’t supposed to get so far under my skin. By the time she cries out my name, I’m ready to go again. “Holy shit.” She flings a hand over her head as she catches her breath. “That was…” “Yep,” I say, falling to the ground in front of the couch and mirroring her position. “It sure was.”

“Tell me what you want or need. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.” “I wish I knew,” she says with a small shake of her head. I slide my hands into my pockets. It’s not the actionable answer I hoped for, but I know I can’t rush her. “Okay.” She starts for the door, and I call after her. “Ev?” “Yeah?” She pauses, looking back at me. “I meant what I said earlier. I miss you. Seeing you every day, talking, hanging out, having you in my space, all of it. Nothing feels right anymore without you.” Her lips quiver and I watch her chest rise and fall with a sigh that feels heavy even from a distance. “I miss you too, Jack.”

I glance down at my phone again. She did not wait and the image of her tits gets me to my feet. “I gotta take this.” I head to the bathroom, thankful when it’s empty. I stand with my back against the door to block anyone from coming in and call Everly. “Hi.” Her voice is silky with enough rasp to tell me she’s as turned on as I am. I accept the video request, but it doesn’t prepare me for seeing her topless. “Fuck, Everly.” “Yes, please.”

“Soon, baby,” I promise. My dick screams to be inside her now. Or between those perfect tits. “Where are you?” “The bathroom. I had to escape your brother asking me about the woman he thinks I’m seeing.” Her brows rise. “He doesn’t know it’s you, but he’s also clued in that you might be seeing someone.” “Am I?” she asks. “Is that what we’re doing?” Her hand glides down the valley between her breasts and disappears lower beyond the screen. “Currently, you’re driving me out of my fucking mind,” I say by way of reply. And when that answer doesn’t seem to appease her, I add, “You’re fucking mine, Everly. You can slap whatever label on it you want.” “Yours?” Her brows inch higher combatively. “Fine. Maybe you’re not mine yet, but I’m yours. Now angle that camera lower so I can watch you.”

He kisses my shoulder and then I fall onto the mattress. He finally strips out of his boxers and climbs back over me. His hands brace himself up on either side. “Last chance to run.” “Why would I do that?” “Because I fully intend to ruin you. No other guy will fuck you like me, Ev.” A smirk tugs at one corner of my mouth and I lean up, brush my lips over his and say, “Do your worst.” With a cocky grin, Jack lines up the head of his dick at my entrance. He nudges into me slowly, inch by inch. When I think I can’t take any more, he lifts one of my legs and settles farther until I’m so full of him, I can’t breathe. “Goddamn,” I whisper. He hasn’t even moved and I can feel my next orgasm building. “This tight little cunt belongs to me.” He pulls out almost all the way until the head rubs against my clit and then pushes back in. I moan as he buries himself so deep inside me again. “Jack,” I cry. He works himself in and out of me in a slow, steady rhythm. His thrusts are hard and deep, but he doesn’t rush. Each time he fills me up, he hits a spot so deep that I don’t doubt he truly is ruining me for anyone else. “I’m so close,” I say. “More.”

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he asks. His tone is tightly controlled but I can tell he’s struggling not to spiral right along with me. “Yes.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Jack.” “I love the way you say my name, but I had something else in mind.” My brain, foggy with lust, struggles to comprehend his words, but then it hits me. “Yes, Cap.” He growls and then rewards me by slamming his hips down and pushing his dick even farther. He fucks me with all the strength and stamina I knew he was capable of.

“Yours.” His voice is little more than a growl. “I’m yours.”

“I would do anything for you,”

“I would have before, but now…”

“I am in love with you.”