Chapter 18
RHETT
I hold Evie until she falls asleep.
Where there might have been a five percent chance of Evie and I having a romantic relationship, it's now zero. She needs someone who will take care of her, and be her friend, more than she needs a horny fucker who can’t keep it in his pants.
With her body tucked against mine and her steady breaths fanning over my chest, I make her a silent promise.
I’ll never give up our friendship for a quick fuck with her. I’ll protect her from myself.
I didn’t take her seriously when she told me she loved me because honestly, she wouldn’t feel the same if I weren’t taking care of her.
I think she’s confusing feeling grateful with love.
I, on the other hand, meant what I said. Evie has burrowed her way so deep into my heart there’s no way of ever getting her out.
I doubt she’d like me at all if she ever found out what a sick bastard I really am. I wonder if Evie has even had sex before. Yeah, I’d scar her for life.
Then there’s the fact that it’s hard for me to trust people. As it is, I only trust Mia, Carter, and Logan.
Mom always used to say that without trust, a relationship is doomed to fail.
But it’s hard trusting people when you don’t know whether they like you because of your money, or for who you really are inside.
Money can’t buy loyalty and happiness.
With my mind full of crap, I drift off to sleep.
Waking up, the first thing I become aware of is the soft flesh beneath my fingers. Opening my eyes, I glance down and when I see Evie’s wild, red curls, I let out a sigh.
Thank God, it’s not some chick I fucked. I pull her body closer and bury my face in her hair, taking full advantage of the moment while she’s still asleep.
My fingers brush over her silky skin again, and it’s then I realize my hand is under her shirt. I push myself up and stare down at her.
Correction. The shirt is bundled around her ribs, giving me an eyeful of her toned stomach. Her skin is pale white compared to my tanned hand.
Unable to resist I move my thumb back and forth, drinking in the feel of her.
She lets out a breathy sigh which makes my morning wood turn to titanium steel.
Evie starts to move, and I freeze, scared that she’s going to open her eyes and bust me with my hand almost up her shirt. I yank my hand away and keep dead still when she turns onto her side, and throws her leg over mine.
She snuggles into my chest, curling her arm around my waist, and as she shifts her leg a little up, her thigh brushes over my balls, nudging at my cock.
Holy fuck.
I’m going to shoot a load if she does that again.
When it’s clear that she’s done moving, I place my hand on the back of her neck. My fingers curl into her hair, and all I want to do is drag her up my body so I can kiss her breathless while she rides my cock.
I’m fucked.
I’m so fucking fucked.
Every nerve ending I have zeroes in on my cock when she shifts a little, rubbing her hot pussy against my hip while her thigh presses down on my cock.
This is fucking torture.
My hips move, slowly rolling upwards, placing a little pressure on her pussy while I get to rub my cock against her leg.
Screw that, it’s not torture, it’s a fucking turn on wanting something so much, but not being able to take it.
Evie’s grip on me tightens, and she murmurs something ineligible.
Feeling brave that she sleeps like the dead, I move my hand down to her ass and cup her right cheek firmly.
Oh yeah, it’s as firm as it looked.
I keep my eyes on her face as I grow a little bolder, moving my hand up to the waistband, and slipping it beneath the material. When I brush over the soft flesh of her ass cheek, I groan. She’s not wearing any fucking underwear.
I’m going to come in my pants. Fuck, I want Evie so badly my cock is aching.
With my right hand I grab a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back, I slam my mouth into hers. Digging my fingers into her ass, I pull her body over mine until she’s straddling me. I can’t think clearly anymore as my tongue spears into her mouth, and I taste the moan rippling up her throat.
Evie starts to kiss me back with the same hot passion. She moves her hands to my sweats and shoves them down, freeing my cock. I don’t stop her as she pushes her own sweats down, and positions my cock at her wet entrance. I thrust up and enter her with a loud groan…
“Rhett,” she says, which isn’t possible seeing as my tongue is almost down her throat. “Rhett, wake up.”
Huh?
Her body disappears from on top of me, and then the fogginess of waking up intrudes on the best wet dream I’ve ever had.
I blink a couple of times as my hips keep rolling leisurely, and my cock brushes against the firmest ass I’ve ever felt.
“Rhett, you’re dry humping my butt!” Evie hisses.
My eyes pop open, and my entire body moves all at once. The one second I’m rubbing myself against Evie, and the next I’m standing next to the bed with my cock straining against the sweats, ready for action.
“That must have been some dream you were having,” she says teasingly, and I appreciate her making light of the moment.
“Right,” I growl as I walk to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and quickly step into the shower. The water is cold at first, and it does nothing to put out the fire burning through my veins.
With the image of Evie on top of me, I grip my cock, fantasizing that I’m thrusting into her hot pussy. It doesn’t take much imagination to picture Evie naked and bouncing on my cock, which makes me shoot my load all over the wall, grinding my teeth so I won’t groan out loud.
Fuck that was intense. If that’s what it’s like to orgasm to a wet dream, the real thing is most probably going to kill me.