Page 72 of Sugar Coated Lies
“So much.” I work my hips, rubbing against his thumb, losing myself to the vibrations of need spiraling through me.
“Do you want me as badly as I want you? Because I do, Everleigh. You consume my mind. I want you all the time.”
Holy shit.I love hearing him say this, can’t believe he is. Is it real or just him in the moment? Right now, I don’t care. I want to be his everything.
“I want you badly, too. Right now. I need you deep inside me.”
“Shit,” he hisses and lifts my hips, the tip of his thick length at my core. The next second he’s inside me, pushing me down on him until he’s buried deep. Water splashes everywhere as we go at it like desperate lovers having a last tryst before being forced apart.
I feel him everywhere and it’s still not enough.
“Daire,” I call out, riding him faster, wishing we were out of the tub so I could feel the friction of him against my clit. As if he knows, his thumb is back on me, working me until I’m calling his name to the ceiling, clenching around his hard length, and soaring to heights I didn’t know existed.
* * *
Daire
I standon the balcony to my condo, focused on the conversation more than the buildings around me and the overcast sky.
“I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be in Atlanta,” I tell my dad. “I don’t want to rush her. We still have to go to her house. I think she’s avoiding dealing with it. But I’m sure she knows it needs to be done.”
Was it only five days ago that I brought Everleigh here? Five days ago that she lost her grandfather? Five days ago that we were separate people, friends and co-workers rather than lovers? Five days has changed so much.
For five days we’ve been existing as a couple. We talk, eat, clean, sleep, bathe, and have the most amazing sex together. We’re inseparable. Like two magnets drawn to each other by forces beyond our control. I can’t imagine my life without Everleigh in it. Being with her comes as naturally to me as running the farm.
“I understand,” Dad says. “We have things covered over here. The farm will be fine.”
“About that…”
“Oh no.” Dad sighs.
I know what he’s thinking. “I’m not leaving the farm. You might say I was born to run it and I enjoy doing it. I enjoy it even more with Everleigh there. She wants a future with the farm. I intend to give it to her and more.”
“I figured as much. Your mother said you feel strongly about her.”
I glance behind me to see if Everleigh is still getting ready. I don’t see her through the windows. She must still be in the bedroom or bathroom or closet.
With the coast clear, I face the view. “It’s more than that, Dad. I love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
He releases a heavy breath. “A woman like that won’t let you take over her life. She’s a fighter, a survivor. She’ll need to think she’s an equal, earning her share and not getting anything free.”
“Trust me, Pops; I’m well aware of her need to be independent.” We had to order stuff–toiletries and clothes–for Everleigh online. She refused to let me pay for anything and insisted on buying everything from Amazon because it’s affordable. She wouldn’t accept my offer to buy her whatever she wanted from wherever she wanted, but she couldn’t leave the condo in my bathrobe or my t-shirts. And we’ve been leaving, walking the city, dining at small cafes we pass, and exploring the parks. She’s been happy. I dread returning and having that change.
“So it’s Pops now?” Dad teases. “If it’s any consolation, we—your mother and I—approve. Everyone here loves her. It’s not a stretch to see why you love her, too. Does she feel the same?”
Leave it to my dad to double check that, too. The farm didn’t become great from his lack of attention to detail.
“Yes. I mean, she hasn’t said it. I haven’t either, but it’s there. I feel it.”
Telling her this will have to wait. She's too fragile emotionally, but she’s not alone. She’ll never be alone again.
Chapter20
Everleigh
My gaze lingerson the tub. I’ve never taken so many baths before. Maybe when I was a young child but not since.
Daire and I have daily baths and then shower that same day after wild, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. I’ve never been with anyone like him. The man knows how to work a woman’s body and then some.
