Page 18 of Anchored Love
Mason
Just Before I Die, I’m Going To Swallow A Bag Of Popcorn Kernels. My Cremation Is Going To Be Epic!
Sittingon the edge of the bed, Everly could be heard in the bathroom while she finished getting ready. I glanced around the cabin wondering how in the world I’d survive six nights in this small space sleeping next to her.
Everly Woolsworth had starred in more of my fantasies over the years than I cared to confess.
I first took notice of her beauty in high school. Hell, every guy did. She had this unmistakable quality of being gorgeous and not knowing it. There was something about the fact that made all heads turn. No one would make a move. Drake had made it clear that no one in his circle of friends was to make a pass at his sister, no matter how damn pretty and tempting it might have been. Fuck, was she tempting with her gorgeous sea glass blue eyes and womanly curves.
There had always been an attraction between us, and spending so much time with her brother, Drake, there was no way I could escape it. Blonde bombshell didn’t even give her enough credit. Her brother and I warned off several potential boyfriends. I was happy to oblige.
Though due to nearly three years separating us in age and my friendship with her brother, I had never acted on any of those feelings, keeping them tucked away and burying them down deep. I’d told myself that I’d meet someone else when I went to college, and whatever this infatuation was would go away. Besides, no guy wanted their best friend hitting on their younger sister, let alone dating her.
I respected Drake and the boundary he’d set. We were bros.
Life got busy, and I’d lost track of her over the years, but I never stopped thinking about her. Wondering if she was happy. If she’d gotten married or started a family. It was always the what-if in the back of my mind. I wondered if she ever thought about me too.
Drake and I would occasionally meet up for drinks, and we’d see each other here and there. While we kept in touch, I never reached out to question him about Everly, though part of me wanted to. Once I went looking for her on social media, but her profile was set to private, and I didn’t know if she’d think it was weird if I sent her a request to connect. I couldn’t tell much about her life with limited information available without coming right out and asking Drake.
Then three years ago she came to work at my office, which shocked the hell out of me. I rallied for her to be hired in my department with one mention of her name from my boss.
Seeing her, the one who always seemed out of reach, day in and day out, looking sexy as hell in those heels she wore was a cross between heaven and hell. Everly owned more shoes than I did ties, and that was saying something. I had accumulated quite the collection over the years. I didn’t think an occasion existed she didn’t have the perfect heels for, same with me and ties.
I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking agreeing to this trip on the fly. Not because I wouldn’t enjoy myself being with Everly, but the temptation became all too real entering our small space and single bed. We’d barely gotten through the first few hours of the cruise, and my libido was already raring to go.
Everly was the dream girl. Unobtainable. Untouchable.
The only thing that had changed from then to now was we were older, but she still felt out of reach. We worked together everyday. The company frowned against fraternization, and it was written in the policy manual that it could be cause for termination and/or demotion.
If anyone in the human resources department knew we’d gone on a vacation together, it could mean serious trouble, but something deep within me knew Everly was a woman worth the risk, and no matter what happened after this, I’d take the heat for it. No regrets.
Only thing was I didn’t know if she ever thought of me romantically. She’d never led on to it. Really, the first time I’d thought it was an option was when her eyes glazed over when she saw me. It was a green flag on my part, and I was taking it.
The bathroom door opened, my eyes flying over to it. Breath stuck in my throat, I gaped at the stunning vision standing before me, willing my heart to start beating again.
Everly smoothed a hand over the tight-fitting black satin strapless dress that clung to her body like a second skin, hugging those curves perfectly. Fuck me. I was in deep shit. The material molded to her body leaving little mystery, but what I couldn’t see, I imagined and what a damn sight I pictured in my head.
The woman had stepped right out of my dreams and damn near left me speechless.
“Do I look okay?” Her mouth tipped down, and an uneasy smile crossed her face as she regarded me.
“Wow,” I breathed the word out, unable to tear my gaze from her beauty and sexy curves. Her ample breasts played peekaboo with the heart-shaped fabric covering them. One wrong move and a nipple just might pop out, but I sure as hell wouldn’t complain if one did. I continued to stare, memorizing the sight. I’d picture exactly this the next time I took a shower and played out another fantasy while jerking off to thoughts of her. Everly was tits, ass, legs, and sass. Perfection.
If I had my way in this moment, I’d strip Everly of that dress and eat her pussy until she pulled my hair and cried out my name. I wanted to shove her down on the bed and spread her thighs wide and devour every single inch of her body.
Lips stained red, I wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked. The pull to kiss her in that moment overwhelmed me. This was going to be one hell of a week of torture if things didn’t work out in my favor.
“I look ridiculous.” Her long blonde hair hung straight and smooth down her back in a sleek ponytail. A ponytail I imagined wrapping my fist around, while titling her head back so I could taste her lips. There were a million and one things I wanted to do to this gorgeous woman. None of them appropriate. Dirty thoughts flickered through my mind like pages of a magazine. Scene after scene of her in naughty positions doing what I wanted. Damn, did I ache to kiss her.
Instead, I resisted the urge to take her in my arms. Shaking my head and running a hand over my face, I let out the breath I’d been holding back. “No. You’re breathtaking, Ev. I’ll be fighting the men off with a stick.”
She shook her head. “Well, good luck finding a stick. Maybe you can use an oar.”
“Ha. You got jokes.” This made me smile as I rose, realizing in that instance my ass was stuck to the bed in awe of her.
She shrugged, lifting her left shoulder, testing the limits of her dress. “Think I’ll be accused of being an escort?”
“Never. Are we meeting your family in the dining room?” The draw to her was hard to resist.
