Chapter Twenty Eight – Katy

As we crash through the door to Evan’s – and now mine, I suppose – home, we giggle excitedly like crazy teenagers. Maybe we’ve gone a tiny bit overboard on the bubbly tonight, but that’s because we have so much to celebrate. Things moving forward with me and Evan, the business working out, Liam getting better, it’s all just so wonderful. Of course, we’re giddy, it’d be mad if we weren’t.

“Nancy!” Evan calls a little drunkenly through the house. “Nancy, are you there?”

“I’m here.” The girl that I only vaguely recall seeing for maybe a second at the hospital flies out into the hallway, with her dark hair spilling behind her back. “How was your night?” She looks at us both with a bright smile. “It looks like you’ve had a lot of fun, which is awesome!”

My shining eyes probably betray just how happy I’m feeling inside. I can hardly contain myself. I cling to Evan’s arm possessively because I never want to let him go. He’s mine now, and I love that he’s mine. I’m not trying to keep anyone away from him, I just want the world to know he belongs to me. I haven’t really ever had anyone that’s mine before and I like how it feels.

“We had such a good night,” I declare gleefully. “Thank you so much for having Liam.”

“Yeah, how was Liam? Did he give you any trouble getting to bed?”

Nancy gives Liam a look. “You’re acting like I haven’t been putting him to bed forever!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head and rubs his eyes. “I’m just… I don’t know a little crazy at the moment. It’s like I’m obsessed with everything that he does.”

“I know you are and that’s understandable.” Nancy’s lips purse into a tight line, I get the impression that she’s still having a lot of guilt over the car accident which clearly wasn’t her fault. I understand why she feels bad, it’s worse with Evan than anyone else, but I wish I could take that guilt from her. It isn’t fair for her to feel it. “But Liam is a good kid, you don’t have to worry so much.”

I wander into the living room as Evan sorts out Nancy’s payment for the night and I think about actually living here for real. I mean, it won’t be much different since I haven’t left much since my time at the hospital, and over time most of my stuff has migrated over to Evan’s home, but this will be official. I won’t have anywhere to escape to if things go wrong… not that I can see that happening. It’s just lucky that I don’t have any emotional attachment to my apartment at all, so it isn’t going to be any sort of upheaval. I’ve done a lot more living at Evan’s house anyway. I think I’d be much less inclined to ever leave here. That would hurt me, then I think I’d be upset.

I fall onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling with a smirk playing on my lips. I feel like the cat who got the cream, and as I hear the sound of the front door closing behind Nancy, that sensation intensifies. Me and Evan have been heavily flirting all night long and it’s churned all kinds of things up in me. I just know that I’m in for a good night and this will be even better because now me and Evan love one another and we’re moving in together. It’s solid, set in stone.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” My eyes fly open as I hear Evan’s delicious voice. “Looking good.”

“Oh yeah?” I move up from the couch and start walking towards Evan with a sway in my hip. The burning in my loins intensifies and screams out for attention. “Well I have to say that you’re looking good too.” I reach forward and grab the sides of his jacket, yanking him towards me. “Very handsome, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all night long.”

I pull him towards me and kiss him hard. My arms loop around his neck and I hold him in place as I dart my tongue between his lips. A groan rumbles in the back of my throat and bursts into his mouth which causes Evan to wrap his arms around me. With his hands on the small of my back everything burns brighter. I need him, I feel like if I don’t have him I’ll die.

“Shall we go up to your bedroom?” I ask him quietly, but the desperation is evident.

“Oh my God, yes. But it isn’t my bedroom. It’s our bedroom now. Don’t you forget that.”

“Of course.” I slap my forehead in mock horror. “Sorry, that’s going to take some time getting used to. Do you want to take me to our bedroom?” The words cause a shiver to tear up and down my spine. “Yep, our bedroom. I have to admit I like that a whole lot more.”

“Then yes, I will take you to our bedroom, you sexy little minx.”

He takes my hand and tugs me towards the stairs, and as we go my heart flutters in my chest. The butterflies flap violently in my stomach and it feels so good. I tiptoe up the steps behind Evan, feeling all sexy and feminine as I go. I love the way I feel with Evan, it’s so much fun. I feel like I’m a flower blossoming into life, I feel like I’m becoming the person I was always supposed to be.

Once we reach the top of the stairs, Evan yanks my arm and pulls me around to him, flattening me against his thick, muscular chest. The feel of his abs against my skin causes a red hot flush to run all over me. His strong body reminds me that now he wants to take care of me, and I like that a lot. No one has ever wanted to take care of me before, and I surprisingly like it more than I thought I would.

“You are so beautiful,” Evan comments idly. “And I love you so much.”

Ooh those words, I love hearing them so damn much. They encase me in a deep warmth that is like no other. “I love you too,” I reply in a whisper. “I love you, Evan Debroils.”

With that we continue moving into the bedroom, kissing frantically all the way. The pretty party dress that I put on before mine and Evan’s big night out whips up over my head, and I tear Evan’s shirt off and tug his trousers down. By the time, we actually get to the bed we’re both panting desperately, only in our underwear. I have a black silky bra and panties set on that I purchased especially because I like the way that it offsets my milky skin, and Evan has some sexy, tight, navy blue boxers. The way that the moonlight glistens through the window reflects off his body wonderfully.

“My God, I’m lucky,” Evan gasps as he moves back to me. “So, fucking lucky.”

His arms swoop around me and he throws me back onto the bed. As he climbs onto the bed and he hovers over me, I feel myself writhe with a sheer deep thrill. Sometimes this thing I have with Evan feels completely normal, and sometimes it takes me by surprise that someone so gorgeous could be attracted to me. I still think of myself as the plain, washed out lawyer who doesn’t deserve any eyes looking at me. It’s hard to get myself out of that mindset.

Evan’s lips crash down onto my body, all over my cheeks and down towards my neck. While he kisses my collar bone he reaches behind my back to unhook my bra. It’s strapless, so it flies from my body easily, revealing my rock hard nipples that are crying out for attention. Luckily Evan can see that they need attention, because he moves his mouth over one, taking it between his lips and sucking hard, and he grabs my other breast with his other and he flicks his thumb all over it.

“Oh shit,” I groan while rolling my hips into him. I can feel his thick erection in his underwear waiting for me, and I want more of it. He feels so good. “Oh, Evan.”

As he pulls his mouth off of me, I push myself into a sitting position, then I flip Evan over until he’s lying on his back. While he’s still wide eyed and in shock, I run my fingers along the waistband of his pants, taunting him with what’s going to happen next. As he groans and writhes, I run my tongue along my top lip. Then, just as his hips buck towards me, I dip my hand in and I grip tightly onto his shaft, gasping with excitement as I do.

“Oh fuck, Katy, you are a fucking expert with your hand.”

I don’t know if that’s true, but it spurs me on. I run my hand from the base to the tip, trying to touch every inch of him. The lust filled expression on his face kills me, it’s almost too much. It makes me wetter and hotter than ever before. It’s almost hotter than if he was touching me…

I can’t stand it anymore, I need him. I don’t even think about it, I just pull my panties to one side and I straddle Evan. I slide down over his cock, absolutely loving the sensation of him being inside of me. I don’t even stop to worry about protection, it doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m too busy gripping onto Evan’s hips and riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

The pressure starts in my toes and tingles through all my veins until it reaches my chest. I can hear myself moaning and groaning, crying out in sheer bliss. I probably should calm down a little bit, I’m getting out of hand but I’m just having the best time of my life. Sex with Evan is phenomenal, I never want it to it… which is why it crushes me when Evan pulls out just as I feel myself on the brink of exploding.

“Come with me,” Evan growls, taking my hand. “I want to show you the view.”

I’m admittedly confused, but judging by the heavy lidded look that Evan is giving me I feel sure that it’s a plan so I agree to it and follow me. I stand naked in front of Evan’s window, glancing down at his garden below. Evan positions himself behind me and he pushes me forward slightly until my hands are pressed up against the cold glass. The heat of them makes a print.

Once in that position, Evan slowly and tantalizingly pulls my panties down. Once they hit the floor I kick them away and I spread my legs apart for him. Evan angles himself and thrusts himself back into me, knocking the wind from my body completely. Then once he settles himself into a steady rhythm he moves one of his hands around to the front of me and he flicks my clit rapidly.

“Oh my God,” I grunt as he sends me back to the heavenly place I was only moments before. “Evan, you are just too much.”

My whole body vibrates with lust, it’s as if Evan is absolutely everywhere. My head spins, the bliss grows, and Evan just keeps on thrusting, driving himself in deeper and deeper.

“Evan,” I gasp as the pleasure shatters through my body, whipping my breath away clean from my body. “Oh my God, Evan.”

The bliss shatters me, I can barely hold myself upright. It’s only Evan’s hands fixed around my waist that’s keeping me standing. He’s holding me through the pleasure, supporting me, loving me with everything that he has. As the orgasm tears through me, I feel so close to him, and I love that.