Page 35 of Hush Money
I smile back at her while I watch the thoughts run through her brain, like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopping. Never slowing down. New ones growing off the others like branches. And never slowing down to let her see what’s in front of her.
“Well, honey, that’s really up to you,” I tell her honestly. “You’re the one with the decisions to make here. But for me, it’s really only ever been you. And it still is. I can tell you one thing, though…that if you let me, I’m going to spoil the fuck out of you.” She giggles, and I smile, but I’m serious. “I mean it, sweet girl. You are so turned around from these years of never being first that you don’t even know what it looks like. Even with your folks, your brothers…no one has ever put you first. You’ve never seen it done. But if you’re ready, that stops now. And if you’re not, thenit will stop whenever you are.” She blinks rapidly as she stares back at me, and I see the tears pooling in her eyes. “No, baby, no. No tears,” I tell her. She smiles as she blinks them back, but one slips from the corner of her eye, and I swipe it away with my finger.
“It should have been you, Keat,” she whispers, her lip trembling slightly. I lean forward and kiss her lips softly.
“We ain’t dead yet, sweet girl. There is still plenty of time.”
We go for round two—this time a much sweeter, more innocent version. I help her come first, and then I come while I look down into her eyes. And then we fall asleep, naked and wrapped up in each other. I swear I could die a happy man if my story ended right here.
When I wakeup the next morning, I hear the shower running. I blink a few times, clearing the haze from my eyes. It’s a cloudy day in New York, and mornings like these make me miss this place that I used to call home. I love New York when it’s gloomy like this. I slip out from the covers and make my way to the bathroom. I pause at the doorway, watching her wash her hair in my extra-large shower, humming some song I can’t place while she moves. I could stare at her like this forever, but instead, I pad across the cool tile floor and open the shower door, stepping in behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She just reaches for me with her free hand and pulls me under the water.
“Good morning,” she hums, and I smile and kiss the side of her neck.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, reaching for the soap and one of the extra-expensive loofahs that the family interior designer demanded I have here. I thought it was silly then. But now, as I lather it up and rub it gently across her bare back, I’mpretty happy I went along with it. “Why are you up so early?” I ask her.
“I want to go into the office to finish up some paperwork today,” she says. “I have been swamped and a little distracted.” She gives me a little look that makes me want to devour her. I nuzzle into her neck.
“Sorry, not sorry,” I tell her. She giggles and spins around to me, throwing her arms up around my neck.
“Keat,” she says, her tongue jutting out to wet her lips.
“Hmm?” I ask, feeling myself growing harder by the second. Watching the water droplets make their way down to her nipples has me salivating.
“I want you to feel worshipped too,” she says, leaning forward to place a kiss on my pec. “Not because you’re an Everett,” she says, kissing the other one, “but because you’reyou.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask her, feeling my throbbing cock press against her as she steps closer.
“Yeah,” she whispers in my ear as she kisses the side of my neck.
“How do you plan on doing that?” I ask her. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded, and bites her bottom lip. Then she slinks down to her knees, and I brace myself against the wall.
She grabs my thigh with one hand and uses the other to pump my cock up and down until I’m standing straight up. Then she looks up at me one more time with those big, eager eyes and takes me into her mouth with one big gulp.
My breath hitches in my throat as I drop my head back for a moment, reeling in the sensation of her warm mouth wrapped around me. But I want to see it. I want to watch Evie Dawson taking me into her mouth like she’s ravenous. So I do. I look down and see her looking up at me, those big green eyes openedwide and watering as I get dangerously close to the back of her throat.
“Oh, honey,” I spit out as she moves her mouth farther down my shaft. I feel her swallow back, and that sensation almost puts me over the edge. I tap the sides of her arms lightly, and she slows down. “Come up, baby.”
She looks up at me, confused.
“I’m about to blow, baby.”
But she doesn't stop. She grips me tighter, moving her head faster, sucking me harder, and making me see fucking stars. I brace myself again, one hand against the shower wall, the other wrapped in her soaking-wet hair. I feel it starting at my base, pulsating up my cock. And then I come in her mouth.
I wait for her to hop off, but she doesn’t. She just keeps moving until I moan, my legs feeling like they’re going to buckle beneath me. She waits until my noises stop, till she knows she’s gotten all there is to get out of me. She slowly slides off me, and I watch her swallow it all down.
Fuck. Me.
She wipes the corners of her mouth then stands up, letting the water run over her. I step toward her once I’ve gotten my bearings, my hand sliding up between her legs. But she catches me.
“Ah-ah,” she says with a smile, “sometimes it’s about you.”
Then she spins on her heel and gets out of the shower.
Twenty minutes later,she’s dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse, her hair tied up in a tight bun, looking all professional and not at all like the girl who was just on her knees for me a few minutes ago.
I watch her step into her heels, savoring every curve of her body, before walking over and pulling her into me for a long kiss.
“I don’t like when you leave,” I tell her. She smiles against my mouth.
