Page 27 of Stay With Me
“She’s fine,” Breaker says as he quietly and efficiently cleans the wound on Everett’s shoulder blade. “She said she wanted to shower.” He waves a hand towards the hallway opposite to the one Eli and Ember just emerged from.
Everett chuckles lightly in the chair and I hear Breaker mumble something that sounds like ‘shut up’. “The only place in this whole fortress she could shower was in your bedroom?” Everett asks, his lips quirking up on one side in a mischievous smirk.
A growl rumbles from Eli’s throat as he glares at Breaker. A guilty, almost sheepish look crosses Breaker’s face but vanishes as quickly as it came. “I wasn’t exactly prepared for company. It’s the only one that had towels,fucker.” We all know that’s a flimsy excuse, but none of us push the subject.
“What is the plan here? This place is incredible, but we can’t stay here forever,” Ember says softly, dropping into the chair in front of her brother and reaching for his hand. To anyone else, it would appear she’s trying to ease any discomfort he may have as Breaker works on stitching up his shoulder. But I’m positive she needs the comfort right now far more than he does. It never ceases to amaze me how attuned they are to each other’s emotions. Like magnets, pushing and pulling each other in synchrony whenever they’re together.
“We’re closing up shop until we can get this taken care of. We have plenty of financial cushion to continue paying Willow’s salary for a week or two.” Eli states, placing a reassuring hand on his wife’s shoulder.
“I’m gonna dig deeper and see if I can find out who picked up the contract. I know I was getting close the other night. It’s a fucking digital spider web. I’m just trying to avoid being the fly.” Breaker says, focusing intently on the sutures in his hand. He finishes the last stitch and clips off the excess thread with surgical scissors. “You’re good. You want me to cover it or you gonna take a shower?”
“He’s gonna shower,” I answer for him, reaching down to grab his free hand and pull him to his feet. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll take good care of him.”
He smirks, shrugging with his good shoulder as if tosay ‘why would I argue’. “Let’s get some sleep and reevaluate in the morning,” he says, trailing behind me without a fight.
“Ew. I don’t want to know what they’re going to do. Take me to bed, Harding,” Ember says, standing and draping herself over Eli’s frame.
“As you wish, Mrs. Harding,” he says, pushing her down the hall to their room.
I lead Everett into the room we’ve been assigned. Luckily, it has an en suite bathroom. Everett tells me all the bedrooms do, which makes it even more curious that Breaker insisted Rory use his personal bathroom. But I don’t dwell on the strange dynamic brewing between those two. Instead, I lead Everett straight into the bathroom, guiding him to stand in front of the counter as I turn the shower on, letting the water heat up. While we wait, my hands trace over the familiar lines of ink running across his bare chest. He tenses under my touch, goosebumps rising across his skin. I drop my hands to his belt buckle, making quick work of unbuckling it and his jeans, sliding them down his lean, muscular legs. He’s already growing harder under my ministrations, the bulge in his boxer briefs almost at eye level as I kneel in front of him.
Intimacy swirls around us. Yeah, the sexual tension is thick, as it always is between us. But this moment feels like so much more. My mind flashes back to my time in the hospital. Everett showed this same level ofcare for me when I needed it most, helping me change clothes, change my bandages, arguing with the nurses about helping me shower. We seem to have come full circle. I help him pull off his boots, socks, jeans, and boxers. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the velvety skin on his shaft smooth and enticing. I lick my lips in anticipation and he groans.
“What are you doing, goddess?” He asks, his voice gravelly and strained.
“Just let me love you,” I tell him softly. At my words, he leans back to brace himself on the counter. The muscles in his back and shoulders flex and roll, the sharp planes begging for me to rake my fingernails over them. I stand and strip out of my clothes quickly. He reaches for me, but I grab his hands, pulling him into the shower behind me. The steam billows around us, the air becoming heavy and warm as we step under the spray together. He stands to his full height, letting the stream pummel his back as he leans his head back, water flowing over his face. I run my hands over his chest, needing to touch every inch of him to assure myself he’s ok.
“Today was a little too close for comfort, huh?” Everett says, wrapping his arms tightly around me and pulling our naked bodies flush against each other.
I laugh escapes my lips. It sounds maniacal and watery, my emotions frayed and raw. “Yeah, you couldsay that. I don’t ever wanna be that close to losing you again, Ev.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.” He kisses the top of my head lightly and warmth floods through my veins.
My hand slides down his body between us, my fingers wrapping around his shaft lightly at first, then increasing the pressure when he jerks in my hand. I pump him slowly, relishing in the feeling of him growing hard as steel in my hand. His knees buckle slightly, his back falling against the cool tiles as I pick up my pace. His breaths are coming out in pants, lust flaring around us. I know he’s close to the edge already, his chest rising and falling with the rapid beats of my heart.
“Fuck, Kelsea. You’re gonna kill me,” he groans, the muscles in his legs tightening and relaxing over and over.
“But what a way to go,” I giggle, shooting him a salacious smirk as my lips slowly trail over his jaw, the column of his neck, across his collarbone, and back to his lips.
He surges forward, his hands spearing into my hair as he takes control of our kiss. He’s devouring me, body and soul, and I’ve never felt more loved. Before I know what’s happening, he spins me around, pulling my back flush with his chest. His lips are only a breath away from my ear, his breath skating across my skin and makingme shiver. For just a moment, I worry about his shoulder. As much as I love the power he exudes, I don’t want him to over do it.
“Ev, be careful,” I whisper. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
His laugh in my ear is dark and sultry. “Oh goddess, don’t you know by now? I’d bleed for you every fucking day. Just to touch you, just to hold you like this.” His hands trail down the front of my body, rough and unyielding in their caress. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I melt into him. His worshipping continues, hands sliding down the planes of my stomach and around my hips to cup my ass. He squeezes my flesh lightly, placing a firm hand in the center of my shoulder blades and pushing me forward slightly so my ass sticks out for him. I’m a mess of desire and heat, panting and ready for him to take me however he wants to.
“You ready for me, baby? I need to be inside you,” his voice sounds strained, his control barely hanging by a thread.
“Always, Ev. Always,” I breathe. Before I can think, he slides into me, seating himself fully. My palm shoots out to brace myself on the wall, the intrusion stretching me so deliciously. He holds himself still for what feels like an eternity, both of us reveling in the feeling of our bodies joined together.
“I have to move, Kels. I need to feel you,” he says, andI give him an almost imperceivable nod. He wraps my hair in his fist, pulling my head back slightly to give him more control over my body.
I never imagined I would enjoy the rough way he handles me, but I do. I love it. I don’t think I could ever go back to my life before Everett.
“Fuck, Ev. Harder, baby. Please,” I beg shamelessly, and he obliges without hesitation, his hips slamming into mine at a punishing pace. I’m sure I’ll have bruises from his fingertips on my hips tomorrow, but I don’t care. My release is already barreling down on me. I try to hold it off, but it’s no use.
“Come for me, baby. Let it all go, Kelsea,” he says and I combust, my pussy slamming down around his cock as he keeps his pace steady. “Thats it, baby. Show me how perfectly we fit together. So fucking perfect.”
My fingers flex against the hard tile, my orgasm coming in waves over and over, draining the energy from every nerve in my body. I feel him swell inside me slightly, his release coming so fast it shocks us both. He slams inside me once more, supporting himself with his arm against the wall above my head as he empties himself inside me.
