Page 13 of Happily Evan After (Dog Tags #5)

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Evan

I lay in the yard with my hands folded under my head. I’m not in my tent yet because there’s a nice breeze tonight and I can see a smattering of stars in the sky.

And I’m close to my girls. I’m here if they need me. I can’t wait until I can call Marley mine officially. But like Liam said, I need to be patient. I need to wait and give her time. I can be greedy with her once she acknowledges that we belong together.

I’m just so fucking thankful that I found her again.

I stare at the windows on her second story that I’m guessing are her bedroom. She let me in a couple of times earlier today so I could use her bathroom. But I stayed downstairs, and she didn’t offer to give me a tour.

My dick starts to harden just thinking about my sweet Marley lying in her bed.

I got a peek at her pajamas this morning when she came outside.

Shorts that gave me a complete view of her sexy legs.

Her shirt had been sleeveless and cropped, leaving a swath of the soft, fair skin on her stomach.

It hadn’t been intentionally sexy. It was just her.

Sweet, no-nonsense, and unexpectedly feminine and soft.

Maybe she didn’t stay in those little jammies when she’d gone inside. Maybe she left them on her bedroom floor with her panties, and she slipped between her sheets, naked and bare and gorgeous.

Fuck. Now I’m fully hard. I squeeze my dick over my shorts. I won’t jerk myself off out here in her front yard. But goddamn, I want her.

A light flips on in one of the upstairs windows. She’s probably getting up to go to the bathroom. I’ve been reading a ton about pregnancy since I found out, and evidently, it’s very common for women to pee a lot while pregnant.

I watch, waiting for the light to go back off, but it doesn’t. Instead, another one comes on. I sit up, staring at the windows. A shadow crosses past the windows, then back again.

I grab my phone and shoot her a text.

ME: What do you need? If you’re craving something, I can go out and get you pickles. Ice cream?

Much to my surprise, my phone rings.

“Hello,” I say.

“You know it’s creepy to watch people in the middle of the night, right?” she asks, but her voice is gentle and teasing.

Her calling me means she wants to talk to me, right? I can’t help but smile. “It’s not like I brought my night vision thermal goggles with me. I just saw the light go on and figured you might need a snack. Or maybe a back rub.”

“Wait, you have night vision goggles?”

“Irrelevant.”

She makes a chuffing noise. “How did you know I was getting a pickle?”

I’m grinning like a damned idiot by now. I chuckle. “Just a guess. Don’t all pregnant women crave pickles? Something about the sodium, maybe?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I always crave pickles. Pregnant or not.”

“Maybe I should call you Pickles instead of Dimples.”

“Do it and I will actually cut out your tongue…”

“Whoa, such violence. I don’t think you would cut out my tongue. If I remember correctly, you are a fan of my tongue and what it can do.”

She sucks in a breath.

“Yeah, you remember, don’t you, Marley? Remember that night and how we were together. Fucking magic.”

“It was really good,” she says, her voice husky, and maybe it’s my imagination, but it sounds full of need.

“So are you craving anything?” I ask.

I half expect her to hang up on me, but instead, I hear shuffling around.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Damn you and your sexy voice and sexy face,” she says. “Can you talk to me while I use my vibrator?”

My mouth goes dry. “Goddamn it, Dimples. Yeah, I’ll talk to you. Is that kitty of yours needy and wet?”

“Yes. So wet.”

I hear the quiet whir of a motor in the background, and she swallows a little moan.

“That’s it, let me hear you. Let me hear how good that little toy makes you feel.”

“Oh yes,” she groans.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, Marley. You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I’ve wanted you every night since that first night with you.”

She cries out, and I swear I hear my name. Then it’s just labored breathing.

“Feel a little better?” I ask.

“No. I need more. I left the front door unlocked so you could use the bathroom if you needed. Come upstairs. I need you, Evan.”

“Those are the best four words I’ve ever heard. And I’m on my way.” I have no way of knowing how much of her she’s going to let me have, but whatever it is will be enough. At least for tonight. I leave my shoes on her porch and take the stairs two at a time.

She’s standing in her bedroom, completely bared to me.

I growl in response. “You look good enough to fucking eat. Is that what you want?”

She shakes her head. “Later. I want to know if you want to fuck me?”

Her voice cuts through the tension like a match to gasoline. My gaze drops, eating up all the pale skin she’s displaying. She’s voluptuous and thick in a way that makes my mouth water. I swipe my tongue over my lower lip and nod. “I want to fuck you more than anything.”

“Then take me. Make me feel good, Evan, the way only you can.”

I think she’s admitting something with those words, but I don’t inquire further. It’s just further confirmation that we are meant for one another.

I cradle her face, and my mouth finds hers in a greedy kiss, all tongue and heat and claiming. I continue kissing her as I cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples until she gasps.

“They’re so sensitive now. Since the baby. Sensitive and bigger.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmur before leaning forward and licking at the hardened tips.

Her little noises of pleasure are giving me life at the moment, and I feel like I’ve never had a more important job than to take care of this woman and her needs.

She’s smooth and warm everywhere I touch, and the scent of her skin and her arousal fills my nose. I drop to my knees right there in her bedroom. My thumb continues the soft brushing over her nipples.

“But you said,” she starts to argue, but then my tongue is on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she cries out.

I lift one of her legs and set it on my shoulder, opening her up to me.

I eat her like she’s my last goddamn meal.

Slow, deliberate circles on her clit with my tongue, and soon she’s bucking against my face.

So, I slide two fingers inside. She’s actually dripping into my palm, and I nearly come right then and there.

“So good, it’s so good. Evan!”

The sound of my name on her lips, shouted in pleasure, makes me feel ten feet tall. She’s close. Her legs are shaking and her movements against me are intensifying.

“Shit! I’m gonna come,” she cries out. Her body pulses around my fingers, and she tries to pull back, gasping, “I can’t.”

But I don’t stop. I want her in pieces. I want to be able to put her back together with my love as the glue.

Love .

You know, I thought it would be scary falling in love. The real stuff, not the fleeting moments from youth. But the know it to the bottom of your soul kind of love. Yeah, I love her. I love her and our baby.

She shatters, and a gush of wet heat drips into my hand. She’s chanting a chorus of my name and “oh God,” and I want her like this every day for the rest of my life.

I place a kiss on her mound, then further up and press my lips to the rounded part of her belly. Our baby is in there. Safe and protected inside her mother.

Her fingers thread through my hair and she grips it. “I need you inside me,” she says.

I nod, then pause. “I don’t have condoms with me.”

She shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t get me any more pregnant than I already am.”

“I suppose that’s true. Will you ride me?”

“Yes, just hurry. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t fill me up soon.”

I don’t make my girl wait any longer. I quickly strip out of my clothes and then lie down in the center of her bed. It’s just a queen-sized bed, so my feet dangle off the end, but we can buy a bigger bed later.

Her gaze eats up my nakedness, and the hunger I see there only makes me harder. She climbs over me, straddling my thighs, then pauses.

With one fingertip, she taps the ink on my left side. It’s my tattoo from The Mummy.

“‘No harm ever came from reading a book,’” she reads. “Nice.”

“I told you it was my favorite movie.”

Her fingers explore the rest of my chest, tracing over my tattoos with interest and reverence. Then she spots the scar on my right shoulder, running a finger over it.

“What happened here?” she asks.

“IED. It was a bad one, the last mission for all of us. We all came home scarred to one degree or another.”

She swallows. “I’m glad you came home safely.”

I wish she meant that the way I want her to. Like she’s my home. Someday, I promise myself.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she says. She leans over me, getting herself into position, and nearly hits me in the face with her tit.

That makes her laugh.

The laugh becomes a moan when I suck her nipple into my mouth. Then she straddles my hips and slides her hot, wet pussy down my dick.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “I’ve never gone bare before. Christ, Marley, you feel unbelievable.”

I fuck up into her because I’m impatient and she feels amazing. My fingertips dig into her hips as I pound her. Our bodies slap together, sweat-slick and desperate.

“Your pussy was made just for me,” I tell her. “So fucking tight.”

Her head tilts back, “Yes, Evan, yes.”

I slip my hand between our bodies, finding her clit. “Come for me, Dimples. Let me feel you squeeze my dick so tight.”

And she does. It sets off my own climax and I shudder her name as I empty myself inside her.