Page 63 of Destroying Everleigh

When I went to check on Everleigh again, her eyes were finally open, and she appeared to be in a much better condition. It had to have been one hell of a panic attack to have her faint likeshe had. Wore her the fuck out if she could go right to sleep afterwards.

Jameson had fallen asleep, his body on top of the blankets while hers was still beneath them. It was relieving to find that he at least hadsomeself-control. Her eyes were wandering around the room, taking it all in with confusion written in her features. When she finally noticed me, her face paled, and she attempted to sit up but was stopped due to the arm draped over her midsection. She whipped her head to the side, noticing Jameson for the first time.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, her voice coming out raspy.

I made my way across the room and shoved Jameson’s arm off her. He grumbled something incoherently, but didn’t wake. “You passed out in class.” I held a hand out and she reluctantly slid her small one into mine, electricity sparking through the area our skin connected. I fought the urge to pull away and helped tug her out of the bed. My eyes dropped to her red and black nails. She’d never been the type to get mani-pedis. She was the kind of girl you’d take mudding, to street races, to a sports game, but never to a fucking salon. Even if they looked nice on her, it felt weird. But I suppose I didn’t really know her anymore.

“Fainted?” she repeated, tugging her plump bottom lip between her teeth. The same way I did when I devoured her mouth the other night. She’d tasted so good—just like cherries. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, one to just simply piss Ash off for thinking it was cool to shove his dick down my ex-girlfriend’s throat. But it turned into a full on make out session. Until she shoved me. I fought the urge to taste her again and nodded, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

“Are you hungry?”

She hesitated, looking at me like she was trying to figure out if that had been a fake offer. I might have been an asshole, but Iwouldn’t starve the girl. It kind of pissed me off that she thought I would. “Can you just take me to my car? I can grab something on the way home.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Do you still like Mac and Cheese?”

That was one of her favorite comfort foods when we were teenagers. She would have eaten it every single day if she could have. She’d only let me make it for her because I made it taste better in her opinion. All I did was add in extra cheese and butter.

“I’llalwayslike Mac and Cheese.” She sounded offended that I’d even ask and I couldn’t even fight my smile despite wanting to give her the cold shoulder just to be a dick.

“Come on then.” I started for the door, not caring if she was following or not. I knew she would, though.

When we got downstairs, I told her to sit in the dining room so I didn’t have to be near her any longer than necessary, but she insisted on being a thorn in my side and hopped up on the counter, letting her legs dangle. I grabbed a pot from a cabinet and placed it on the center island before fishing through the fridge for the butter, cheese, and milk. I filled the pot up with water before heating the stove up and letting it boil.

Awkward silence stretched between us as we waited, and I had this insane urge to strike up a conversation with her to pass the time like we used to. But that would make this feel even more normal, and we couldn’t go back to how things were before. No matter how much I wish we could.

This already felt too familiar.

Mac and Cheese and board games were mine and Everleigh’s thing. Popcorn and horror movies were Jameson’s thing with her. Soccer and rough sex were Ashton’s thing that he shared with her. I’d just make her the damn food and then leave the room.

Once the water was brought to a boil, I poured the noodles inside and started stirring. I could feel Everleigh’s eyes on me the entire time, boring a hole through the side of my face. I fought the urge to look at her, though. I wasn’t nearly as strong when it came to her as I thought I was.

When the noodles were the perfect consistency, I turned off the burner and racked my brain for where the hell I’d put the strainer. My eyes darted around the kitchen, until it struck me. It was in the cabinet. Right behind Evie’s head.

I cleared my throat before starting toward her. She glanced at me in confusion, so I pointed at the cabinet. “I need something out of there.”

I wedged myself between her warm thighs, my heart beginning to race from being in such a compromising position with her. We were practically chest to chest as I raised my arm, reaching for the handle of the cabinet. Her breath audibly hitched, having the same effect on her. The scent of cherries wafted off her, making me want to smother my nose in her neck and inhale until my lungs burned. All I had to do was turn my head slightly to the left.

“Kash,” she whispered. “I can get down if it makes this easier.”

My hand was shaking, and I dropped my arm, ready to take her up on that. But when I turned to look at her, her brown eyes seemed to swallow me whole. My gaze dropped to her lips and I internally cursed myself, knowing I didn’t have the strength to not do what I was about to. I couldn’t even lie and claim it was to piss Ash off this time, although it would if he ever found out. He’d let the last instance go because he knew he’d been out of line, but this was completely different. It would be because I wantedto.

But fuck it. Just one more taste.

I braced one hand on the counter by her leg and used the other to grip her hip. Her eyes widened when she realized where this was about to go, a pink tint coating her flesh. That was the only warning I gave her before leaning in and brushing my lips against hers. It was even sweeter this time, because there was no ulterior motive. Her cherry lip gloss melted onto my tongue, the mere taste making me hard as a fucking rock. She gasped against me, but didn’t even try pushing me away. She wanted this, too.

I jerked her toward me, her ass nearly sliding off the counter, but my body blocked her in to prevent it. A surprised yelp tumbled from her lips, and it was music to my ears. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue taste hers, and she welcomed me instantly, threading her fingers through my hair like she couldn’t get enough. I used to fantasize about what it would be like to kiss her, to have her kiss me back. And now I knew. It was mind blowing. How the fuck could anyone get enough of this? Enough ofher?

She was sitting at the perfect height. If I wanted to, I could fuck her right here. But unfortunately, there were people in the house with us, people who wouldn’t approve. My hands moved to her hips, and I ground up against her, my hard erection pressing against her hot core. A moan escaped her, and even though it was muffled by my mouth, I wondered if anyone had heard it. I dropped my hands to her ass, tugging her toward me more forcefully.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not her betrayal, not the girl we were meeting up with later, not Ashton, and definitely not revenge. Right now, I just wantedher. Just for this short moment.

The kiss grew even more heated, and she started moving her hips to grind against me. A groan rumbled up from my throat as she wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked. Maybe she needed this. A distraction after her mom’s passing. I was morethan happy to distract her in any way possible. As long as it meant I got to dothis.

I dropped my lips to her neck and started kissing and sucking while she caught her breath. She shuddered against me, whimpers falling from her mouth as she held me close, her fingers still threaded in my hair.

“Fuck,” I muttered, righting myself again. I grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked her head sideways, causing her to release me. “Open your mouth.” She didn’t even hesitate. Dirty fucking girl. “Tongue out, baby.”

Her pupils were blown wide with hunger, her face a beautiful flush. I remember what she looked like after devouring Jameson’s cock. She’d been so goddamn gorgeous with tear-stained eyes, smeared makeup, and a flush even brighter than the one she wore now. She pushed her tongue out obediently and I spit in her mouth. Instead of recoiling like I thought she might, she swallowed, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip to taste all of me.

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