Page 21 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

Bill’s hips dipped, causing the lower part of his stomach to brush her clit. The time was now, and her orgasm exploded. Evelyn dug her nails deeper, urged him to go faster. He did, with hard, swift thrusts that put her over the edge into pure bliss.

It wasn’t long before he was convulsing on top of her, sweat causing their bodies to stick slightly to each other.

In one swift movement, Bill collapsed next to her on the bed. Surprised, she turned on her side, looking at his features. His eyes were still on her, but a smile was starting to form on his lips.

A curl fell across his cheek. Evelyn twisted the silky hair around her finger until a frown stretched across her face, and she tucked the hair behind his ear.

“Thank you, Evelyn.”

The words, whispered so softly, still had the power to flip her stomach. They held so much meaning, so much pain, buried underneath it all that she couldn’t say anything. She just nodded her head and gave him a tight smile.

If she was anything, she was good at slipping out the moment things got too serious. Evelyn stood, grabbing her clothes. She could take a shower at home. Right now, she just wanted to leave.

“I should go. Have a safe trip back to Houston.”

Bill smiled with heavy lids, still in such a relaxed state that he didn’t sit up. Evelyn slid her clothes on as fast as she could without looking like she was trying to escape some sort of fire that had spontaneously erupted in the room.

“I guess you won’t be giving me your number?”

Near-silent laughter poured out of her before she could stop it. “I’m sorry, Bill. No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know where to find me if you ever come back. The Martini Bar is one of our haunts. We’re there every weekend. I really do hope I see you again.”

He nodded, laying back his head. Bill’s eyes closed and the lashes cast shadows on the tops of his defined cheeks. Evelyn took one last look and piled everything into her purse that had been dumped out. Without looking back, she left.

Three was now back down to two. Shit. She liked having none better. At least the odds of her getting hurt in the long run, wasn’t a risk. Brandon, she wasn’t so worried about. He would be gone before long, she was guessing, but that didn’t eliminate Stephen.

What the hell was she going to do about him? Evelyn’s mind blanked. When in doubt, sleep on it. Yeah, right. Why did she feel she was going to be just as fucked on that decision tomorrow as she was today?

Chapter 11

Brandon clenched his fist from the sofa as he watched Stephen burst through his door. The man had serious issues, but Brandon wasn’t afraid of him. There was no way Stephen alone could take him down. Brandon had been a vampire for far too long to be outsmarted by a werewolf. If it had been Ayden or Trevor, then that would have been another story.

Ayden and Trevor had been friends of his for weeks. They had met at a club called Essence, toting their lovely Nicole with them. Wow, she was gorgeous. Evelyn’s and her resemblance was uncanny. Nicole was exactly who he had thought he was looking at before he realized it was his Evelyn.

Stephen’s panting brought him out of his thoughts.

“Why in the hell did you tell her? Now she wants me to remove the bond. It wasn’t your place to tell,” Stephen growled.

“Oh, come on, Steve,” Brandon said, smiling as Stephen stiffened at the name. “Do you really think it’s fair to drag her along when she’s been so unhappy for the last two years? Do you have any idea what she’s been through? What do you think Ayden would do to you if he knew what you have done? Ayden is very serious when it comes to mates. You should know this.”

“It’s none of your fucking business, or Ayden’s, what I do with my mate. Evelyn is mine. Do you understand that? I’m not about to relinquish my mark just so she can run off with some fucking bloodsucker. I felt you take her blood. What does she think about that? Did she enjoy it?”

Brandon didn’t move. Evelyn didn’t know, but what would she think if she did? “Did you enjoy it, Stephen? Is that why you’re so upset?”

Stephen studied Brandon’s face. “She doesn’t remember, does she? You did something to her. That’s why I got a bad migraine this morning. You fucked with her head, didn’t you?”

“Do you really want her to remember? Think about it, Stephen. You may have told her what I am, but what happens if she remembers a bite? Are you willing to let your mate be turned into a vampire? I’ll happily do it—perfect sex slave,” Brandon said, narrowing his eyes.

Stephen growled, and they were flying into the living room wall before Brandon could blink. Damn, Stephen was quicker than he gave him credit for. With a bone-crunching hit, Stephen punched him in the mouth. Good thing he didn’t feel it, although he could taste the blood on his tongue.

“You will not touch her again. If you do, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me?” Stephen yelled into his face.

Brandon laughed, feeling the blood trail down his chin. Stephen’s eyes were glowing a vibrant blue. He was close to shifting, which, any other day, would have been fun to fight, but not with Evelyn so near. If he killed Stephen, she’d go through extreme pain at the break of their bond by his death.

“I can’t promise you that, Stephen. You see, I have my own thing going with Evelyn that I can’t just walk away from. If you’re smart, you’ll stay clear of me.” Brandon threw him against the other wall. Stephen’s body left an imprint. Great, this was going to cost a fortune.

Both of them were running at each other when a yell stopped them.

“What in the fuck do you both think you are doing,” Evelyn hoarsely screamed. “I can’t believe this shit. I’m gone for an hour, and you go at it like fucking high school kids. Stephen, look at your uniform. It’s covered in white now. And if you think you’re getting out of paying for the damage to Brandon’s walls, you’re sadly mistaken.”

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