Page 14 of Stay With Me
“Everett Wayne, stop fucking teasing me!” I yell, grasping the sheets beneath me to keep from punching him in his smug face. He circles his hips just perfectly to hit that spot inside of me that makes me see stars every time he thrusts. I’m seconds away from coming when he pulls back again.
“I told you what I want, Kelsea. Give it to me, and I’ll never tease you again. At least, not tonight.” He gives me a wicked grin, and I can’t fight him any longer.
“You, it belongs to you! Now fuck me, damnit!” I yell and he instantly falls into motion. Slamming his hips into mine, seating his body as deeply into mine as it can possibly go, he rubs tight circles around my clit with his thumb and I feel myself fall over the edge. My body spasms out of control, every ounce of energy draining from me as I fall over the cliffs and shatter on the rocky shores below. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.” I hearmyself mumble and he obeys. I feel his steady pace falter as he thickens inside me. His thrusts are rough and punishing, sweet and controlled, the contrast unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. His body goes rigid as he empties himself into the condom. He pants my name over and over like a prayer, almost as if he’s going to wake up and find this was all a dream.
We both hold our bodies still for several long minutes, catching our breath and coming back down to earth. Before now, the line between our friendship and something more was already blurring. Now, it’s nonexistent. We’ve blown past it, and I think I’d be perfectly content to never go back.
Everett kisses my forehead lightly as he pulls himself from my body, standing and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so completely sated with another person in my life as I do right now. I expect the regret to creep in, but it doesn’t. There isn’t a single ounce of hesitation or remorse for anything that’s happened tonight. If anything, I finally feel fulfilled after years of wishing for more.
I slide my body up and lay my head on his pillows, watching him standing in the bathroom. He catches my eyes in the mirror and grins, and my heart flip-flops inside my chest. If I wasn’t in love with this man before, I’m in dangerous territory now.
He flips off the light and comes back to join me in bed. I brace myself for the awkward post-sex talk thatalways happens when someone really just wants you to leave, but they’re too polite to come out and say it. But it never comes. Instead, he rolls my body over so my back is flush with his front and slides his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest. Everett Blake is cuddling with me after sex. No. Fucking. Way. He brushes his hand gently over the still-tender ink on my hip, tracing the lines from memory. I giggle and he scoffs, both of us knowing what I’m thinking.
“Shut up, goddess, or it’ll never happen again.” He whispers in my ear, but we both know he’s lying. This feels too good, too right, to be a one-time thing. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, taking a deep, relaxing breath, and I feel his muscles slacken. Slowly, I drift off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of his arms.
thirteen
I’m wokenup by the sound of vibration on the table next to my bed. I peel my eyes open and check the clock. 3:30 am. Only one person I know would call me at this ungodly fucking hour.
“Break, what’s up, man? Normal people are trying to sleep,” I say without opening my eyes or lifting my head from the pillow. I feel Kelsea shift behind me slightly.
“Bad news, brother. I need you to be fully awake for this.” His tone is serious, and I’m instantly shaken from my hazy dream state.
“Hold on,” I kick the blankets off of me, slipping out of bed carefully so I don’t disturb the little nymph snuggled up with my pillow next to me. Looking over her beautiful tanned skin, a stark contrast against my black sheets, the curves and swells of her body stir arousalunder my skin all over again. I slip my black running shorts on over my already half-hard dick, wincing at the discomfort, and trudge into the bathroom. “Ok, shoot. Whats up?” Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit on the edge of the tub, bracing for the conversation.
“I figured out why your name is coming up in my intel more often than it should be. The congressman put a fucking hit on you, Everett.” Breaker has never been one to beat around the bush, but the way he drops this bomb knocks the breath from my lungs.
“What the fuck does that mean, Breaker?” I’m wide awake now, adrenaline already setting my veins on fire.
“Like any well-respected politician, he has ties to the cartels. Pick a fucking country, he’s got a contact there. It seems he reached out to some local gangs and none of them were willing to fuck with him. So he went global.” The sound of heavy keystrokes comes through the line. He’s obviously fallen down the cyber rabbit hole because of this.
“How much?” I ask, wondering what kind of price tag Justin’s dear old daddy put on my head.
“Currently, one point five mil.” Silence drags between us at the gravity of the situation. That’s no small bounty. Obviously, this man knows how to draw interest from contract killers. How many times has he done this before? Not that it really affects my situation, but the congressman is obviously not new to this game.
“Jesus fucking christ, Jason. Who’d he sell the contract to?” I ask, rubbing my hand down my face as anxiety crawls across my skin.
“If my intel is correct, which it is, I think it’s a crew from Louisiana. I’m not sure how big their outfit is or what kind of ‘business’ they usually run, but I’m still digging. I think we need to pay a visit to the congressman before this goes any further. He’s already put a fucking target on your back. If there’s nobody to pay the contract out, it won’t be fulfilled.” I know what he’s insinuating. If the congressman disappears, so does the contract.
“Get me a location for Justin’s dad. Keep digging into the crew that picked up the contract. I need to know what kind of experience they have, what I should be expecting.” This shit is way over my head. I thought I got away from contract killing and revenge murders when I left the Corps, but obviously the darkness follows me wherever I go. Breaker hangs up without another word and I doubt I’ll be getting anymore sleep tonight.
I emerge from the bathroom and find Kelsea still sleeping peacefully in the center of my bed. Her legs are tangled up in my sheets, her dark hair fanned out around her in a messy pile.
God, she is breathtaking. A sinking feeling in my chest tells me I shouldn’t get her mixed up in the mess that is my life, but it’s too late. She’s under my skin,burrowed so fucking deep into my soul that I could never dig her out. Not that I want to.
She stirs softly, her brow furrowing as if she’s in pain. I know a nightmare is creeping in on her. I slide my shorts off and slip back under the sheets, needing to feel her skin against mine as I pull her close to me. I place a soft kiss on her forehead and feel her body relax slightly into my touch.
“It’s okay, Kels. You’re safe. Come back to me, baby,” I whisper into her hair, closing my eyes and breathing her in as the scent of sweet almonds washes over me. I don’t know if she can actually hear me, but the way she slides her leg over my hip, bringing our bodies flush against each other, tells me some part of her can. It takes everything I have not to slide inside her soft velvet heat right now. It would be so easy, my now rock hard cock already nudging her core, begging for entrance. But I won’t interrupt her sleep. For now, I just run my fingers down her back calmly and let the silence of the early morning lull me back to sleep.
When I wake again, the sun is shining brightly through the window. Light cuts across Kelsea’s messy hair, exposing the brown, red, and black strands mingled between each other. My eyes focus on her face and I see her staring back at me, her glacial blue eyes burning intomine. She’s half smiling, chewing on her bottom lip the way she always does when she’s nervous.
“Good morning,” she whispers, as if speaking will break the spell we’re under.
“Morning, goddess,” I say, invading her space and planting a kiss on her lips as she tries to push me away.
“Hey, wait! Morning breath! At least, let me brush my teeth,” she says against my lips, not trying very hard to pull away from my kiss.
“I don’t care, Kels. Every part of you tastes like fucking heaven.” My voice is gravelly from sleep, and she melts into my touch, finally kissing me back.
