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This time, the soft, gentle licks he gave me made the muscles in my legs start to hum. My mind went limp as sparks started to shoot through my nerves. Evan brought up his fingers and slid them slowly into me. First just one finger pumped leisurely in and out, getting me ready.
When I was close, but needed more, I whispered, “Evan.”
Like he could read my mind, he added a second finger. He curled them as he pumped into me. When I was teetering, on the brink of bliss, he added a third and started to pump his fingers so hard that my ass repeatedly smacked into the wall.
“Yes!” I whispered.
Evan flicked his tongue faster over my clit as his fingers pummeled me.
I rose, higher and higher, until I felt like I was floating. Then I fell over the edge into pleasure. I shuddered and pulled Evan’s hair as I rode his hand to completion, completely wanton and shameless.
When I came down, Evan picked me up and threw me onto his bed. He stalked toward me, only remembering to grab the Anti-Conception Amulet at the last minute.
But when he climbed over me and rubbed his hard staff against my slit, he said, “I’m not gonna go easy on you today.”
“Good,” I reached down and guided him inside of me, and he quickly rammed in all the way to the hilt, making me arch with pleasurable pain.
He’d already stretched me with his fingers though; the pleasure overtook the pain after a few more strokes. That’s when I lifted my hips further, reached up and traced his biceps, and told him, “Harder.”
Evan grinned and held onto my shoulders. He rode me so hard the bed slammed into the wall again and again.
When he got close, he reached down and used his fingers to make sure I got there too. His thick fingers circled my clit and then rubbed it, then spanked it, driving me insane to the point that I was shouting for more, not caring who heard me.
When I came, my vision went black. That’s how intense my orgasm was. It sang and echoed through my body, like I was a bell that Evan had rung. I could feel it down to my fingertips, which prickled even afterward.
As I came down, and Evan fell face first onto the mattress beside me, exhausted, I said, “I’m definitely gonna bribe Malcolm into making more of that pheromone for me after this job.” Out of control Evan was too hot to resist.
Chapter 39
To practiceanother aspect of the heist, Gray had also purchased a tube slide for us. He’d had that set up in the massive lawn in the backyard. I had no doubt that the staff thought we were crazy, all climbing into the tube slide and making our way down again and again like elementary school kids. They didn’t see the char marks inside the tube as Evan set fires and Malcolm put them out.
They also didn’t see how insanely tight our fit was on the ladder rings we’d drilled into the tube. We’d determined piggyback was the only way we could descend, because Dad’s latest memory projection showed that the fire rings were spaced every three feet. Even doubled up, Malcolm and Evan would have to chill down twenty feet of flaming circus rings at a time, for the entire three-hundred-foot descent. In our twenty-five-foot practice slide, we had to go up and down twelve times to simulate the same effect. We ended up tired, coughing like smokers, and horribly grumpy.
During one of our trips down the tube, the guys started chipping at each other.
“Don’t fucking rush me!” Evan growled at Gray.
“Oh, okay, yeah, this is just some leisurely stroll through the Pinnacle. Not like guards are gonna be on our tails or Hayley’s gonna have to hold off a dozen different cameras simultaneously—take your time. Flame whenever you feel like it.”
“Calm down, Pony, I’m sure Evan’s just distracted because he gets to have Hayley rubbing up against him.” Z said grumpily from Gray’s back. He absolutely hated that his size meant he was always forced to ride either Gray or Evan, the two most massive members of the group. His normally chipper nature turned nasty in the tube.
“Call me Pony again,” Gray threatened.
“Hold on, Horsie,” Z pressed his buttons.
“Guys, shut up,” I scolded both of them.
But it was too late. Gray blasted us all with air and we shot out of the tube like a cannon, high into the air.
“We’d better not fucking die, moron!” Malcolm yelled.
My heart spun like a pinwheel. My arms and legs spread out like an ‘x’ in a useless attempt to slow my fall.Holy hell!The earth rushed at me like a linebacker.
Five feet later, Grayson caught all of us, one by one. He left Z for last. Then he slowly had us all descend to the grass. We collapsed on it, coughing and shaking from the adrenaline. My stomach felt like it was stuck in a whirlpool. I put a hand over my forehead and closed my eyes, trying to shake off the awful feeling. “I don’t think we’re gonna survive practice long enough to pull this shit off,” I muttered.
“Nah,” Z said. “We just gotta keep a cool head and not get our little pony tails in a twist.”
Every single one of the guys blasted him. Z ended up spinning like a top, three feet off the ground, wearing two ice mittens, with pants that were singed across the ass so his boxers showed.
