Page 2 of Happily Evan After (Dog Tags #5)

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Evan

The bartender shoots me a glare. “Don’t make me regret encouraging this.”

Her meaning is clear. She’s got her girl’s back and will mess me up if things don’t go well. I’m former special forces. I know when someone is bluffing about their ability to inflict pain and when they’re not. This chick is not bluffing.

Which isn’t a problem since my only intention for the night involves making her friend come as many times as possible.

I put my hand on “Evie’s” lower back and give the bartender a nod. “Promise she’s in good hands,” I say.

The bartender snorts.

When we step outside of Martini’s, the curvy blonde stops walking. She looks up at me, apprehension all over her face. I move my hand.

“You can change your mind, beautiful,” I tell her.

“It’s just I’ve never done this sort of thing before, so I don’t even know how to proceed.”

I rub the back of my neck self-consciously. “I’ve never done this either.”

She gives me a disbelieving look. “Isn’t this just a regular Friday night for you?”

“It’s actually a Wednesday night, and no.”

Her eyes narrow. “You look like the kind of guy who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him.”

“I hope I haven’t,” I say truthfully. When she still looks like she doesn’t believe me, I continue. “I’ve spent the bulk of my twenties traveling.” Leaving out pertinent details is challenging.

“To monasteries?” she asks.

That makes me laugh. “Not quite.” We’re just standing in the parking lot at the moment.

“Let me just try something,” she says.

She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. It’s pretty chaste, all things considered. But having her this close to me… feeling the impossible softness of her lips, inhaling the spicy scent of her, I am lost to this woman. I reach up, cup her cheek and slant my mouth across hers.

The first brush of our tongues feels like I’ve been plugged into an electrical circuit. Her fingers grab onto the front of my shirt and she whimpers into my mouth.

I’ve never gotten this hard this fast. But I don’t want to lose control. I want to enjoy every moment I get to touch her. I force myself to break the kiss, then lean my forehead against hers.

“Is your place far from here?” she asks.

I want to pump my fist in the air. “I’m staying in one of the houses that overlooks the lake.”

She grabs my hand and tugs. “Let’s go.”

“Are we in a hurry now?” I ask.

“I’ve never gotten wet from a kiss before. I’m counting on you having other skills.”

I love that she speaks so boldly. I grab her hand and press it to the front of my jeans. “You’ve already made me so damn hard.”

Her eyes flash, and her fingers curl around my denim-clad erection.

“Where’s your car?” she asks.

I point to my truck parked a few spots away.

“I’ll follow you,” she says, then she heads to a small sedan.

I jump in my truck and less than ten minutes later, we’re both parked in the driveway at the lake house. I grab her hand and lead her to the front door. While she steps inside and sets down her purse, I deal with turning off the alarm system.

“Gorgeous view,” she says, standing at the wall of windows overlooking the lake.

I know what it looks like out that window, so instead, I'm looking at her when I agree with her.

“Stunning view,” I say, my eyes locked on her ass.

“You're not even looking!”

I give her a grin and shrug. “I’ve seen that view, I was enjoying this one.” I saunter to her.

“You are ridiculous,” she says.

“Nah, Dimples. You just have a spectacular ass.”

“Do you have condoms?" she asks.

There’s no reason to tell her that this is my brother’s vacation home, so there are likely condoms in every room. Maybe even in the refrigerator.

“Yeah, I have some in the bedroom.”

“Where is the bedroom?” she asks. “I don’t wanna lose my nerve.” Her eyes quickly drag down and back up my body. “You are really sexy."

“You think I’m sexy?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes at me. “You,” she pokes me in the chest.

I take the opportunity to grab her hand. She visibly swallows.

“You even said that back at the bar.”

I keep her hand trapped against my chest and take a step closer to her. “Back at the bar, I was trying to convince the beautiful woman to come home with me."

“Well, you succeeded,” she says. “I’m here.”

“Before we do anything, I want you to know that I know you don’t owe me anything, so no pressure or whatever.”

“Are you changing your mind about tonight? About me?”

“Fuck no. I’d like to tear your damn clothes off and bend you over the couch. But like I said, this is new for me.”

I put my other arm around her body and pull her flush, our other hands still trapped between our bodies.

“I’ve never seen a woman for the first time and immediately envisioned her naked and underneath me. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

This close to me, I can clearly see that her pupils are blown. Her breathing is labored, judging from the way her chest is moving against me.

“You’re doing just fine.” She shifts our bodies slightly, then takes my hand down her chest, and slips my fingers under the waistband of her pants and into her panties. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

I move my fingers closer to her core until I find her slickness.

“Goddamn it, beautiful. You’re drenched.”

“Yes,” she says. “Stop being careful with me. I’ve said yes, now take me.”

Fuck, she’s sexy. And so real and soft.

I plunge one of my digits into her hot channel, and she clasps onto my forearm.

“Bedroom?” she asks.

“Bedroom is up that staircase.” I nod, indicating the stairs to our left that lead up to the owner’s suite.

It has a massive bed that overlooks the lake, and it’s ridiculously comfortable.

Any time I’ve ever stayed here, I’ve been reminded that Abel, my twin brother, could not have managed to sleep in the places I’ve slept.

On the front lines, on loud as fuck helicopters, in crowded barracks.

You learn to sleep when you can, so comfort hasn’t been high on my list for years.

I wish I knew her real name. Because I already know once with this woman won’t be enough.

I was only partly kidding when I said I’d take her away tonight to get married.

There’s something about her that draws me in like the proverbial moth to the flame.

Her plump curves caught my attention first. The way her jeans hugged those rounded hips and her ripe peach.

In truth, I’ve never wanted to bite a woman on the ass, but I am dying to sink my teeth into the fleshy part of hers.

I pull my hand out of her panties and immediately lick her arousal off my finger. “Fucking delicious. Get your spectacular ass up those stairs and undress. You might want to get comfortable before I spend the next hour with my face between your thighs.”

She gasps, but then turns and jogs up the stairs.

I’m struck by the urge to chase her, hunt her down, and take her wherever we land. I’ve never been particularly aroused by that primal need to hunt, but with her, I want to take her in every way possible.

I stalk up the stairs and find her already lying on the bed, her clothes scattered on the floor. I pull off my shirt, then take care of my shoes so I’m wearing only my jeans.

“Watching you run away like that,” I wipe a hand down my face. “Made me want to chase you, hold you down, and fuck you raw.” I can’t even believe what I’m saying. I’ve never talked to a woman like this, but Dimples is different.

“Yes, you could do that. Honestly, I think I’d let you do just about anything to me.”

I unbutton my jeans, letting the denim part, exposing my boxer briefs. I move over to the bedside table and check the drawer and find some condoms. I fish some out and drop them on the bed.

Her brows raise. “Think we’ll need that many?”

“Maybe. I’m insatiable for you.”

“You might change your mind after we do it once,” she says.

I chuckle. “Impossible. I have a feeling there will never be enough with you.” I crawl over her on the bed, bracing my arms on either side of her. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy, Dimples, but before that, I need these lips.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her. Her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke, and her arms come around my body.

We kiss like this, frenzied and hot, until my dick is leaking in my boxer briefs.

So I start kissing my way down her body.

Nibbles at her collarbones, down to her breasts.

I spend time here, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other until she’s writhing under me, mumbling incoherent words and begging me to fuck her.

I continue my journey down her body, nipping at her soft, rounded belly. This close and I can smell her arousal. I inhale deeply and growl.

“You smell like a dream,” I tell her. Finally, I shoulder my way between her thighs. “Dimples, look at this pretty kitty. Goddamn it, woman.” I’m out of patience, so I just dive in, licking up her folds, but careful to avoid her clit. At least for the moment.

Her tangy slick coats my tongue as I go. Then her fingers are threading through my hair, grabbing, pulling.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chants.

I rock myself into the mattress, desperate for some friction against my dick. I want to propose again, but this time for real. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she makes me think of forever.

Her pelvis bucks underneath me, and I press an arm over her hips to keep her where I want her. I want her to come on my tongue. I want her to scream my name, but she doesn’t even know it.

I circle my tongue around her clit.

“Right there. Oh my God.”

Nails scrape over my scalp, and I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her body tightens, then her release quakes through her. I keep my mouth on her until her body stills. She’s breathing hard.

“I need another one,” I tell her.

“What?” she asks.

I lock my eyes on hers and then slide two fingers inside her.

Her back arches off the bed.

I pump them in and out a few times before curving my fingers. When I brush them across that special spot, she nearly levitates.

“Oh damn!” she screams.

“There it is,” I say. Then I lick her again while moving my fingers.

She makes a strangled noise in her throat. “What—” but her question dies as I double down on my work.

I keep my rhythm steady as I work my fingers and mouth. She’s bucking underneath me, and fuck, I’m so damn hard I might come with her.

“It’s too much,” she whines.

But it’s not, she can take it and give me even more.

Then she screams as she shatters and squirts all over my hand. I lap up all of her juices, then stand from the bed. I shuck the rest of my clothes and grab a condom to roll over my dick.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly slide in all the way to the hilt.

“Holy fuck, Dimples, you feel so goddamn perfect.”

“I think you’re going to kill me,” she says. Her legs hike up and wrap around my waist.

It sinks me a little deeper inside her.

“I just want to make you feel pleasure,” I tell her.

“Death by pleasure,” she says.

“I’ve got you, beautiful. I won’t let you die.”

I start to move then, sliding in and out of her hot, wet center.

“Christ, woman, you might just kill me with pleasure. You feel incredible.”

“Yes,” she hisses. Her chants of “Oh my God” continue.

“That’s it. Want you to come all over my cock. Think you can do that?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“You’re going to. I can feel how you’re tightening around me. Squeezing me so good. Fuck, I’m not going to last. I need you to get there.” I slide my hand between our bodies and find her clit.

That’s all it takes.

“Coming!” she screams.

I let go, and then I’m coming too.

“I think you really are going to have to marry me,” I say as I collapse beside her.