Page 101 of Whiskey and Regret
“Both,” she cried, lifting her hips to meet me. We kissed while I plunged inside again. I devoured those sweet sugar-coated moans until Xari’s body went stiff with an impending orgasm.
My lips and teeth found her neck and she shattered like a pane of glass. “Goddammit, Xari,” I groaned. She came so hard that I came right behind her. We both fell to pieces while we let go.
“I love you, Evander,” she cried while I pulsed inside of her.
“I love you too,” I breathed, kissing her forehead. Her sweat and pussy juices mixed on my lips. It was her perfect essence. It danced on my tongue like a story of sex, love, and whiskey.
I knew after that I’d never let go of her.
She was my match.
My flame.
She was the iron in my blood. The wetness in my mouth. The dreams threading through the fabric of my sleep.
I was hooked.
I was in love.
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TWENTY
I was never nervous about playing the harp for people but knowing I was getting ready to play at my first paid gig had me on edge. It wasn’t the fear of transporting Sunshine because she was already delivered and in place, waiting for me.
I was scared I’d fuck up some kind of way. I was good at fucking up when it came to practical application. I’d never messed up during a performance before but that was when playing the harp was only a passion. Now, I was playing for money.
I had bills to pay and debt to work down. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud of me and show them that I was growing up no matter how abrupt the timeline. I wanted to apologize to them for being annoying an oblivious at first.
All my emotions were tied to playing at the Philips’s wedding. I paced the floor in my hotel suite trying to wring my hands out and let the nerves drain through my fingertips. The rest of the payment from the Phillips would help me put a nice amount of money on my credit card and it would take care of my car note for a couple of months. I’d never paid a bill in advance so I was excited.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror with my palm pressed flat to my stomach. “You can do this, Xari. It’s just like the recitals and performances you’ve been doing your entire life.” I stared into my own dark eyes and pushed out a shaky breath. I’d performed on TV before for talk show hosts and news anchors. I could play at a damn wedding.
A sharp knock on my door made me jump. I dropped my gaze to my phone to check the time. I still had an hour before I had to set up.
I expected to see Frankie when I opened the door to my hotel suite. Instead, it was Evander. The crisp button-down shirt he wore stretched over his chest, hugging his muscles perfectly. His lips bent in a smile and my heart fluttered.
My heart did fucking cartwheels whenever I was around him. I was so glad I finally let my guard down and admitted how I felt about him. I had no idea a weight was settled on my chest until I let my feelings fly and the pressure disappeared.
The only hump we had to get over now was telling Frankie.
“Hey, where’s Frank?” I looked around him and didn’t see my sidekick anywhere.
“She’s in the room.” He gestured to the suite beside mine with a smile. I had no idea how Evander managed to pull off getting joining suites behind my back. He had magic tricks up his sleeve just waiting. He also scored an invite for himself and Frankie to Damon Phillips’ wedding.
Like I said…magic.
“She found a recipe on YouTube so…”
“She’ll be in there for the next hour hunting down ingredients and materials,” I laughed knowingly. I moved aside and let Evander in. My eyes glued themselves to his deliciously strong back.
That man and his devil dick had me fantasizing about being pregnant with his kids. I wondered if we’d have a girl or a boy?
Fuck.
See? That’s what devil dick did to you. It made you fantasize.
“I’m nervous,” I blurted when Evander turned to face me.
