Page 35 of Convergence

I cried out and my head tilted back, thumping against the mirror behind me. I rolled my hips and tried to open my legs wider for him, but my panties and leggings near my ankles stopped me. “Fuck,” I moaned.

“Tell me about it, beautiful, I’ve had to think about being deep inside of you again since last night,” he rumbled against my pussy.

“Please,” I whimpered, trying to move my hips against his mouth.

“Hmm,” Nate said thoughtfully. “I think I want to play a little more.”

I couldn’t respond in English more than a few moaned syllables after that. He teased and sucked my clit between his lips, alternating between that and blowing cool air over my skin until I was trembling and moaning. I felt moisture dripping between my ass cheeks and my grip on the sink tightened.

Nate stood suddenly and unzipped his jeans and I watched as he shoved them and his boxer briefs down over his thighs. I hadn’t come yet, so I bit my bottom lip and glared up at him.

He smirked. “Hold on, beautiful. I want to feel you clench and come around my cock,” he said, and lifted me forcefully by my hips. With his pants around his knees, he carried me the few steps to the bench in front of the lockers and set me down on my feet. I assumed he was going to have me on my back on the bench, so I started to sit down, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. I bent over, almost falling, but caught myself on the bench so I was in a sort of standing doggy style position. Nate slid his hands in the waistband of my black panties and through to the leg holes and twisted the fabric around his hands to create handles at my thighs, pulling my ass to where he wanted it. He pulled me to my tiptoes and towards him. My pussy clenched in excitement and anticipation before he slammed home. I cried out and would have gone flying forward at the impact if it wasn’t for Nate’s hold on my panties. I gripped the bench hard to keep from falling as he slammed into me a few more times. He pulled out abruptly and kneeled one knee on the cold tile, the other knee bent and still covered by his jeans. I almost screamed in shock at how far he went after licking from my clit to my ass. He licked me one more time before standing back up and slamming back into me with a groan. Nate did this two more times before I was spasming around him while he used my panties as a handle to fuck me almost senseless. He was speaking to me, but I couldn’t hear him through my pleasure and the sound of our sweat slick skin slapping together.

A chill blew over my skin and I assumed it was an exhale from Nate as he came with a rumbling groan. His thrusts stuttered, and I felt him swell inside of me. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade as I looked up to where I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I gasped and froze.

Everett stood at the end of the locker bay, his expression full of shock and rage, and locked on where Nate and I were still joined. I opened my mouth to talk to Nate, but my voice was caught in my throat. I managed to reach a hand up and back over my shoulder to smack Nate on the head as he rested his forehead against my shoulder.

“Get out, Ev!” Nate shouted in shock, next to my ear, when he looked up.

Everett blinked at us once and ran out of the locker room. My heart pounded in my chest from both the exertion with Nate and the anxiety of Everett seeing us. Nate pulled out of me, and I felt his release slide down my thighs, but Nate handed me a paper towel quickly to clean up. With shaking hands, I cleaned up and pulled my panties and leggings back into place, the former having a considerably looser waistband. Once my clothes were back in place, I looked at Nate with panicked eyes.

“This could be so bad,” Nate said, reading my mind. “He could blow this whole project up.”

I turned and ran out the locker room door. I didn’t know why, but I feared this could have caused me to lose Everett. While I should have been worried that he would cause our experiment to falter by ending our communication, I was more worried he would be mad at me. I couldn’t make sense of it in the two minutes it took me to grab my coat and follow him out to where he was standing in the snowy driveway in front of the lab.

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Everett was standing next to his truck, his hand on the handle like he was debating getting in and driving off. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice catching at the misuse.

He turned and glowered at me. He gripped the truck handle even tighter and clenched his jaw.

“I- I’m sorry,” I sputtered, not totally sure what I was apologizing for, but knowing I felt upset.

“Why?” Everett barked.

“F-for upsetting y-you,” I stammered nervously as I clutched my coat to my chest.

Everett laughed a sharp, non-humorous laugh and pushed away from the truck.

“But I don’t understand.” I swallowed. “I don’t understand why you’re so mad. It was awkward and I’m sorry, but I don’t understand why you’re mad.”

Everett looked down at his boots for a moment before he turned to me with a sigh. “You being with him made me furious,” he said in his calm voice, though this time I heard a slight tremor in his words. His shoulders were tight, and he pressed his lips into a firm line.

I did not understand why my being with Nate was so insulting when he had been with Daisy. Did he think we were going to ruin the experiment? Did he think Nate and I were going to jeopardize our work? He and Daisy could have just as easily done the same. None of his rage made sense. “We see you with Daisy-” I started to say, taking a step towards him.

“Daisy?” Everett interrupted, his accent thick and voice harsh. He took a halting step towards me. “I haven’t seen her like that in weeks. Months, even.”

We were facing off in front of the truck now, barely out of arm's reach. I clutched my coat to my chest still to fight the cold air. I didn’t want to think about putting it on and taking away from our argument, but my teeth chattered.

“Regardless of that, it’s- it’s not fair for you to be mad at me and Nate for being together,” I shouted at him, my face scrunched in anger. “So, why are you mad?”

My communication skills in a time of conflict needed work. I knew this. Hell, my communication skills in general were considerably lacking, but it didn’t mean I felt emotions any differently than other people. I just couldn’ttellsomeone about them as effectively.

“Because-” Everett shouted back at me. “Because I have feelings for you too, Eva!”

I froze.What?!Tears sprung to my eyes, and my chest tightened with emotion.

“That’s not fair,” I whispered, my lower lip trembling. I bit it to keep some of my emotions in check. It wouldn’t help anything if I started blubbering.

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