Page 49 of Destroying Everleigh

She winced, glancing over at my father for assistance. He blew out a sigh before approaching me with all the confidence in the world. “Astrid just had a child a few months ago. They named him Johnathan.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked from my lungs and I stumbled away from my mother. A few months ago…

Clearly, they were still pretending to be a happy fucking couple.

“Does Astrid know?” Did she fucking know that my own brother—her husband—cheated on her with an underage girl?

“Yes, honey. We all sat down with her; Dakota included. We told him that secrets would only tear their relationship apart before it got to blossom. She decided to stay with him and work it out.”

My jaw ached from the force of my teeth sliding against each other. I was about to tell them to shove their family dinner up their ass when an idea struck me. One that was too good to pass up. Turning to my mom, a slow smile touched my lips. One that probably looked unhinged, but she wouldn’t know the difference. “Fine,” I agreed. “I’ll do your family dinner.”

She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressed a wet kiss to the side of my face. Even Dad gave one of his rare smiles as he ran his hands down his suit to smooth it out. He walked over, wrapping an arm around Mom’s shoulders before kissing the top of her head. He mumbled something about a last minute business meeting he needed to attend before giving me a nod of acknowledgement and slipping out of the house.

Once he was gone, Mom turned to me again. “Would you like some cookies?” she asked. “I never get to bake anymore. Your father doesn’t like sweets and the baby has been keeping Dakota busy.”

“Sure, Mom.” I sighed.

Her smile widened and she led me into the massive kitchen that hadn’t changed since the last time I’d been here. She got to work grabbing all of the supplies she’d need and started talking to me about everything that’s been happening in her life since I’d been gone.

Apparently, Dakota and Astrid started going to church and being more involved in the community around town. Astrid now worked as a successful sales representative, selling oxygen tanks to doctors and things of the like. She talked about baby Jonathan, who was growing so fast, she didn’t know where the time had gone. Apparently, he was the spitting image of my brother. It pissed me off that my brother got to turn around and live happily after what he did to me. It pissed me off that he had a child to love and who would love him unconditionally. My father’s company paid him well, and Astrid made good money, too. Their family wouldn’t have to want for anything. Mom continued rambling on and on, stating that the family dinner would be at my brother’s house, so that it wouldn’t interfere with the baby’s feeding schedule. Apparently, he was breastfed and wouldn’t take a fake nipple. Astrid wasn’t comfortable with feeding the baby outside of home because of it.

Dakota and Astrid lived in a nice home on the southside, not far from here. They had an inground pool, a mini golf course, and a home theater. It seemed that my brother was living the good life after ruining mine.

By the time I was leaving, my entire body was vibrating with rage. A small sense of relief washed over me when I stepped outside, but it did nothing to sate the anger flooding through my system. I was half tempted to find Everleigh and take my anger out on her, but I had no idea where she lived anymore.

My hands were tight around the steering wheel as I drove past her old house. I’ve done that a few times since I’d been back here. A couple I didn’t recognize lived there now with their several kids. I used to climb through Everleigh’s window, hold my hand over her mouth while I fucked her ruthlessly with her parents sleeping down the hall. I could still remember the choked moans that would flee from her due to my hand cupping her lips. They’d sounded unhinged, carnal, and filled with desire.Her eyes would glisten with tears from how rough I was with her, but she fucking loved it. She told me she lovedme. But she wouldn’t have screwed me over like that if she really had.

Everleigh’s mom hated me at first. Probably because we didn’t exactly meet on the best of terms. My hand had been up her daughter’s shirt, my mouth inches from hers when we were caught. But I managed to win her over. Even her father. We’d been one big happy ass family that turned out to be nothing but a goddamn façade. A memory flashed through my mind, scratching through my defenses with a surprising force. It hit me so hard and so fast that I couldn’t even stop it if I tried.

“Do you want to fool around?” I asked, gripping Everleigh by the ankles and pulling her toward the edge of her bed. I’d just snuck through her window, just for her to inform me that her parents weren’t home. They went out to some hotel, leaving Eve to watch over her younger siblings who were already in bed. Her parents left her home often. They went on a lot of date nights apparently.

Everleigh grinned up at me as I worked her shorts down her legs. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

I didn’t understand what she meant, so I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties, discarding them on the floor. We’ve been doing this for about a month now. Fooling around. She would finally let me finger her, let me eat her out, everything basically without actually having sex. “Hmmm?” I asked, flattening my hands over her sides to push her tank top up. She reached down and pulled it over her head with impatience, making me smile.

“I’m ready,” she repeated. “To have sex with you.”

My eyes snapped to hers instantly. It was the last thing I expected her to say. The mere thought of sliding into her pussy finally had my dick hardening in my sweats. I’d been fantasizing about it non-stop since we started dating a fewmonths ago. Our relationship was moving fast. We spent most of our time together. But it didn’t matter. I never got tired of seeing her, unlike the girls I’d messed around with before her.

“You’re sure?” I said hesitantly, wedging her knees apart. Her pussy was already glistening for me as it always did.

“Yes.”

I cursed under my breath, leaning in to taste her. My tongue slid along her slit, her essence coating my tongue and causing me to groan. My hands flattened over her thighs, and I held them firmly in place, allowing my tongue to slip inside her momentarily. Her back arched off the bed, a needy little moan falling from her lips. I continued to eat her out until her body was shaking, but before she could come, I eased off her, leaving her frustrated. I laughed at the glare she directed at me and pulled a condom out of my pocket.

“I’m on the pill,” she explained.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Even better.” I left the condom on her nightstand before kicking my pants and boxers off, letting my dick spring free. She was crawling to me instantly, wrapping her lips around my head expertly. She pumped me a few times, the sensation shooting directly to my balls.

Her brown eyes flicked up to meet my gray ones, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me just like I’d taught her. Once she had saliva dripping down my cock and her lips were red and swollen, she eased back on the bed.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked again.

She nodded, giving me the answer I needed. I’ve asked her a few times in the past, but she hadn’t been ready, then. So, I didn’t push it. Just settled for head. And fuck, was she good at sucking dick. I pushed her back on the bed before ripping my shirt off and situating myself between her legs. Her breathing had become deeper, fear flashing in her eyes. It was normal, though. She’d never done this before, and I wasn’t exactlysmall. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers tenderly while simultaneously lining myself up with her entrance.

My chest pressed against hers and I enjoyed the way her soft skin felt against mine as I eased inside her. A gasp fluttered from her mouth, bleeding into mine. I had to keep reminding myself to be slow and gentle, even though I wanted to ram into her so hard she screamed. I moved one hand up to cup her soft breast, while using the other to support my weight on the mattress. She wound her arms around my neck, holding me tightly against her as I slid in deeper. Her cunt was gripping me so tightly it hurt, but in the best way.

“We’re almost there,” I whispered, sliding my tongue over her parted lips.

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