Page 13 of The Princess & the Prospect

“Please, what Lise?” I jerked back from him at the name he used. Even though it was all he ever called me, besides beautiful, it always felt wrong to hear it. He should be calling me Anna by now. Especially since we had moved on to being intimate with one another. Evan worked to get the tank top up and off my body, which thankfully concealed my reaction. Then he bit, sucked, and licked down my torso before relieving me of the pastel floral skirt and ivory, silk panties I had worn that day.

“Love that you always look so put together with that librarian vibe and then you come apart so hot under my hands, my tongue, my cock,” he told me as he continued to worship every part of me. Down one leg and up the other after a playful kiss was placed on each of my toes, then when he came back to the apex of my thighs he dipped his head in and swiped his tongue up my seam.

“Oh, God, Evan!” I cried out feeling the warmth and the slick wetness that was left behind each time he dipped his tongue into my most sensitive parts. I reached out and took hold of the longer strands of hair on the top of his head and guided him where I needed him most. I felt, more than heard, the chuckle he let out as a result. He always thought it was funny when his innocent little Lise tried to take charge.

He reached up and grabbed hold of my hands, bringing them firmly down to my sides as he held onto them to ensure I wouldn’t try to take over again. “We have all night, Lise,” he told me before slowly licking me from back to front again. We didn’t have all night. I had to get home at some point in case anyone decided to be a good parent and check that I was actually where I was supposed to be. I wasn’t sure how many more nights the rolled up pillows and blankets would fool my parents. Besides, we were running a huge risk being here together at the clubhouse. I supposed I was the one really running the risk since Evan was still unaware how dangerous us being together actually was.

The guilt I felt about having still not told him the truth nearly pulled me from the erotic pleasure I was receiving. Nearly, but nothing could compete with Evan and his magic tongue. Well, nothing beyond that moment when he moved up my body and sank himself deep inside of me.

“Couldn’t wait, beautiful. You’ve been driving me mad all day in that little skirt of yours. I needed…” he hesitated as he thrust into me again, and then pulled out at a leisurely pace, taking his time to savor the feel of my slick folds wrapped around him. Now that he was no longer holding my hands down I moved them to run my nails gently up and down his back. It gave him pause, as it always did. He enjoyed the dual sensation of being sunk deep inside me as I brought gooseflesh to his skin with each stroke back and forth of my nails. When I was ready for him to really fuck me I simply increased the pressure of my nails in his back and it was like pushing a button that unleashed his passionate fury on me.

His pace picked up, our sweat-slickened skin slapping together, grunts and moans, mixing to become the music of our love making.

“You have to do better,” a strange voice called out. I glanced around, but there was no one here beyond Evan and myself. He seemed oblivious to the voice I had just heard.

“I realize that,” Evan told me as he thrust harder into me.

“What?” I asked as the room around us began to fade into a foggy gray nothing.

“Why weren’t you here with her?” I glanced around again trying to find the disembodied voice in the ever thickening fog.

“She didn’t want me,” Evan told me – no he told the voice – as his green eyes drifted further from me, the heat of his body no longer warming my own. The cold, reality that came crashing in mad me very aware my dream was at an end.

Being jostled from sleep by strange voices when I didn’t recognize my surroundings was disconcerting at best. Still, I managed to keep calm enough to not move or give away the fact that I was now awake. The room would have been dark, extremely dark, making me think I’d been asleep a good while. The problem with my theory being that there was light shining in from near the doorway. As I glanced around the opposite side of the room from the door – the way I had been facing while asleep – I noticed the sparse furnishings and the past two days came screaming back to me in a clarity that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“You have some explaining to do,” a familiar feminine voice whisper-hissed. Only the hissing part was too loud to contain the whisper she was trying for. “Why is my sister in there? And why do you have no food in this house? You realize she’s growing a baby – your baby – don’t you?” What in the world was Ever doing here? I assumed she was angrily speaking to Joker at that point since there was no way the baby I carried belonged to anyone else.

“I forgot I’d need to get food in here. I’ve had a lot going on too, you know? And I didn’t chose the room for her. I guess she did.”

“So you just happened to toss her bags in here and you didn’t think she’d take that hint?” Ever asked him. I felt my face flush knowing he hadn’t done that. I had.

“The bags were out by the door last time I was here,” he admitted.

Ever gasped. “Those were heavy, extremely so. She shouldn’t have been moving them! Where were you when she did that?”

“The clubhouse,” he answered her, the attitude evident in his voice as he did so. “I just dropped her off to give her space to settle in earlier.”

“You dropped her off? Like you didn’t even come inside to make sure she was okay being here, show her around, or make sure she had everything she needed before you left?”

“It’s a small house. Besides, she had a goddamn panic attack on the way here and called this place a prison before she basically begged me not to rape her and give her diseases. I didn’t think it was wise to stick around out here alone with her under the circumstances.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” Ever sighed. “We all thought she’d be okay. That this is what she’d want.” I heard a smack. “Then you had to go and be a complete asshole to her. No wonder she had a panic attack. New husband is a jerk, new house out in the middle of nowhere, no food, baby on the way, and you behaving the way you did at your wedding and afterward. Jesus. I can’t allow this to keep happening to her. She doesn’t deserve this.”

“I fucking get it!” He roared the words at my sister. “I’m fucking up. I know this, but I don’t know how to fix what’s already been done.”

“You don’t get it because it’s not about you. It’s about that girl in there who had her entire life shifted completely off its axis.”

I heard his frustrated huff before he answered her. “And I didn’t?”

“Do you still live in your own house? Drive your own bike? Truck? Have your own money? You hold the same job, right? You have your club to go to when you need to blow off some steam, hang with people who like you, yeah? My sister has none of those securities you have. She has nothing that is the same in her life right now. She’s in a new house, not attending school, has no job, and nothing to call her own except her clothing and journals. That’s it. Her friends all thought she was weird for getting married and dropping out so they aren’t even talking to her right now.”

There was a moment when everything got quiet and then Ever spoke again. “Most importantly though… Are you growing a baby in your belly that is fucking with your body from the inside out? She is and she’s doing it all while not even having anything in her life that she’s comfortable with right now. So cry me a river when you tell me shit is changed for you too, but I don’t see how it’s come close to what my sister is facing right now. Maybe think about that the next time you get the desire to act like an asshole.”

It was quiet again for a moment before I heard my sister’s voice again. This time it came from a little further away. “I’ll come get her and her things in the morning. She can stay with Deck and me.”

“What? No! Why would you suggest that?”

“Because you’re both obviously miserable. Besides, I know what you did last night and when she finds out – if she doesn’t already know – she won’t stay with you anyway.”

“She doesn’t know and it would only hurt her at this point. I know I fucked up. I fucked up the whole goddamn day because I was lost in my own anger. I really liked her before. Hell, I was falling in love with her,” he admitted to my sister something he’d never bothered admitting to me. “I was devastated when I thought all of it was a lie. I get it now. That doesn’t change how I let my anger fuel me and my decisions though. That’s my regret to live with.”

“The problem is that you might have regrets for your behavior, but my sister now has to live with those memories.”

“Come on, please, let’s go in the other room before we wake her. She needs her sleep.”

“Fine. I’m still coming back in the morning and if she wants to leave, I’m taking her.”

“I won’t hold her hostage. No matter how she felt when she saw the place, my house won’t be a prison for her.” That was the last I heard as my door was shut and they continued to move away from it.

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