Page 90 of SALT

He bites my inner thigh, and I gasp. "Challenge fucking accepted. Now put this pussy in my mouth."

Fuck. I love it when he talks dirty to me. This is the unhinged side of the man behind the suit. The one that comes out to play when he wants to fuck. He's been gentle with me since the accident, nothing but vanilla sex, too scared to risk anything more; but I know he craves more, especially now that he knows I like it rough. I lean on my palms rather than reaching for the headboard, knowing the angle will spread me wider and I'll feel him deeper.

"Fuck yeah," he hisses before he dives in, and I know I'm in for it. Every time I tell Everett something sexual is a first for me, he gets feral. He's definitely going to go hard.

His tongue spears me as his pinky slips to my tight hole, and I try to relax. I can't help but clench a little when the tip slides in, but the second his teeth nip my bundle of nerves and my thoughts are diverted, he's all the way in. "Yes," I moan as I grind down hard, and he pushes back on my thrust. I'm so turned on. My hand reaches back further, and I grab his hard length. "Mmm, I want this Ev." I stroke him from root to tip, and he groans before sucking my clit into his mouth, and I detonate. His tongue laps up my juices as I rock out the aftershocks of my orgasm. Strong arms grip my hips before he places a kiss on each inner thigh and pulls away. I let myself fall forward, completely spent until I hear the drawer on his side of the dresser open. "What's that?" I watch as he pulls out a little box.

He removes the lid but doesn't show me. "Ass up," he commands as he smacks my cheek.

I pull my knees up and do as I'm told, knowing I want whatever he gives me, but I still ask, "Are you going to tell me what was in the box?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he says as cool metal glides between my cheeks. He runs it through my wet lips, teasing my entrance with its tip before dragging it back up to my puckered hole. "You like it when I play here…" He lets the words hang between us, then, slowly adding pressure, he adds, "Are you ready for more?"

"You got me a plug?" I question nervously. Do I like it when he plays there? Hell yes, but his fingers are a lot smaller than a plug.

"You didn't answer the question, Cameron."

He used my name. That means he's serious about this and I need to answer. "Yes, I want more. I want more with you." It's honest. I trust him. I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

"Good answer, sunshine." I feel the metal slide back down to my pussy where he teases my entrance before pushing it inside of my pussy. "See how big it is..." He pumps it inside of me a few times. "You can take it." Just as I'm relaxing into the sensation of having the plug inside of me, he pulls it out and drags it back toward my tight hole. "Relax, sunshine," he says as he slowly inserts the plug. My body instantly tries to push it out until two fingers slide inside of my pussy, and the sensation steals my focus away from the intrusion. "That's it, baby, you're so fucking sexy. I wish you could see how you look with this ass in the air for me." His words of praise, coupled with his fingers and the plug, have me on the brink of coming again. I'm just cresting the hill when he removes his fingers. I groan my displeasure, and he slaps my ass. "Get dressed. I'm going to make breakfast."

"What?" I question, flipping onto my back when I hear the band of his boxer briefs snap around his waist. "Shit," I hiss when I feel the plug is still inside of me. "You left it in!"

"You said you like morning sex because you enjoy feeling where I've been. Well, today, you get to feel where I will be tonight." Why do I find his cockiness sexy as fuck? As he struts out of the bedroom in nothing but his black boxer briefs, I admire his tight ass and defined back. A back that I had really hoped to dig my nails into before work. "Do you want eggs for breakfast?"

"You don't have to make me breakfast. I can grab a granola bar, and you can come back to bed."

"Not going to happen," he calls out before asking, "Toast or English muffin?"

"Why am I complaining?" I mutter to myself before saying, "Toast, please."

I'm stretching like a Cheshire Cat, getting used to the sensation of being full without him being inside of me, when he says, "I'm going to stop by the house and grab some more clothes. Do you want me to pick up anything while I'm there?"

"If you can wait until tomorrow, I'll go with you."

He peeks around the corner. "Are you sure?"

I pull a blanket around me and climb out of bed to meet him. "Yes, I'm sure. I said I'd like to stay here from now on, but it didn't mean I never wanted to go back. Staying there doesn't bother me. I just prefer to stay here." I watch the muscles in his back flex as he whips the eggs, and I add, "I know it's cramped here. We can stay at your house on the weekends if we want. Living in an RV isn't ideal, but when I pulled the trigger on all of this, I didn't exactly see it playing out this way…" I trail off, looking down at the table. The last thing I ever expected was for Everett to come live with me in it.

He abandons the bowl and turns around. "Baby, I'd live with you in a cardboard box. I just don't prefer it," he tosses my words back at me before finishing his task. "Believe it or not, I actually like it here. I built that house for Moira. She used to clip things out of magazines that she liked and paste them into a journal. Once I made enough money, I brought her clippings to life. I never needed anything that big. I'll admit the closet thing is a small issue." I can't help but laugh. I might be the one getting a degree in fashion, but Everett likes to dress nicely. His shoe collection rivals my own, and don't even get me started on his suits. "What?" He glances back with a crooked smile.

"I'll see if we can't change the floor plans to accommodate a bigger walk-in closet."

"I may have already spoken with Mackenzie about that."

"What do you mean you already spoke to Mackenzie about a bigger closet?" I question, somewhat taken aback.

"Well, I needed an office, and the house you were building only had one, so while I was reviewing the plans to add another office, I made a few slight changes."

"Everett," I stand out of my chair, and I'm reminded of the plug that's still inside of me, but it doesn't lessen my annoyance. I'm peeved that he took those liberties without me.

"Are you mad?" He turns, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"Yeah, a little. Not because I don't want you living here but because you didn't include me."

His eyes close, and I know he understands. We aren't married. It's technically my name on all the loans and paperwork. The only reason he was able to pull weight and make changes is because the designer is his daughter-in-law and my best friend. He knows this is my project, something I've been working on every day. We might be talking about forever, and he may have plans to propose, but we aren't even there yet, and he's cutting me out.

"Cameron, I'm sorry. I didn't even think of it like that. I'm used to getting things done. Mackenzie was in the office at the stadium with Connor and had the floor plans pulled up. I make calls like that every day on the fly for work. I'm not used to having a partner that wants to do everything with me." He crosses the trailer and pulls me into his arms. "I'm going to mess up. I messed up. Please forgive me."

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