Chapter 24
Lora
I hadn't expected Evan to show up, and I hadn't felt as if I was ready to talk to him. But when I heard his voice, I suddenly felt as if now, perhaps, we could talk. I asked him to come in.
I was already in bed and was dressed only in a spare nightgown from the dresser that Maria had pointed out. I stayed under the covers, with just my head and shoulders sticking out, when Evan walked in. He started heading toward the sofa, but I patted the empty half of the queen-sized bed I was in, indicating for him to take a seat next to me instead.
“Thanks,” he said as he came and sat on the bed next to me.
“No problem,” I said. “There's plenty of space.”
“No, I mean thanks for agreeing to talk to me. Look, before I say anything else, I just want to say how sorry I am that I didn’t believe in you from the very start. It wasn't fair to you, and I feel like such a fool for reacting like that. I just couldn't believe that JB had been this 'Jackass' you had told me so much about, and he and I have had this intense rivalry that goes back to when we were kids, and—”
I held up a hand to silence him. “I know all about that now.”
“You do?” His eyes went wide.
“Anne explained it all to me earlier. And I had the chance to explain to her why Jackson had never introduced me to your family. It's all been cleared up now.”
“Will you forgive me for what I said, and for how I reacted?” he asked. “That's all I want. I just want you to forgive me. I still want us to be together. To be honest, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't want to lose you. Please forgive me.”
I felt a surge of intense attraction and affection flow through me. There was such sincerity in his eyes; I knew that he meant every word he was saying.
“I feel the same about you,” I said. “And I want us to be together. Let's move on, Evan.”
He smiled and I felt my knees go weak at how incredibly handsome he looked in the muted, subtle light. I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. As I did, he took me in his arms, pulling me closer, and the gentle kiss suddenly became charged with passion.
His tongue was in my mouth, and mine in his, and it felt as if electricity was surging through my entire body. A powerful heat was tearing through me, and I felt an almost irresistible hunger licking my every nerve ending with its potent flames.
I slid my hands down his muscular back and reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Evan slid his hands down my sides, brushing his fingertips over my ribs with a teasing, feather-light touch that made me quiver with delight and desire.
After I'd gotten his shirt off, I pulled the covers off me. We paused from kissing for a moment, both panting to catch our breath. He stared down at my body, half-revealed through the semi-transparent nightgown I was wearing, and his gaze was aflame with fiery lust. He reached down and pulled the gown up over my head, leaving me nude. It was plain to see how badly he wanted me, and nothing was going to stop him from taking me now. At the sight of the intensity of his desire, I felt a moist heat growing between my thighs. I wanted him as desperately as he wanted me.
He bent his head down and took my stiffening nipple in his mouth. I gasped as he swirled his tongue around it, and I slipped my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.
Meanwhile, he slipped a hand down over my pussy and started stroking around it, massaging me with a gentle, easy touch that had me arching my back and sighing with pleasure as the wetness in my center grew quickly more slick and intense.
As he was doing this, I unbuckled his belt and started tugging at his pants, trying to pull them down. With his free hand he helped me to do this, and slipped his boxer briefs off at the same time.
I gasped at the sight of his long, thick cock as it sprang out, already fully engorged with the intensity of his passion. I was fully wet now, and he could feel it. As he sucked and bit gently on my stiff nipple, he slid a finger into me. I shuddered with pleasure as he started to move his finger inside me, gently massaging my G-spot. Each deft movement of his finger sent a fresh ripple of pleasure moving through me and further stoked the flames of my desire.
I reached up and encircled his thick shaft with my hand, stroking it softly, almost teasingly, which caused him to release my nipple from his mouth and groan with pleasure. I could tell that he wanted me to stroke him more vigorously, but I deliberately kept the movement of my hand slow. I wanted to tease him, to keep him wanting more.
However, the movement of his skillful finger inside me was sending increasingly intense ripples of pleasure surging through me. As he panted with tortured pleasure at my slow, light touch on his cock, he intensified the movement of his finger inside me.
An orgasm was brewing, and it would be along quickly.
I couldn't help it—as he intensified the motion of his finger inside me, I started to stroke him with more pressure and speed, and I could see the muscles of his sculpted torso tighten with pleasure.
My orgasm was getting closer now, and I was breathing hard. Heat was spreading in a broad blush across my chest, and I was starting to grind myself against his finger, wanting more, ever more. I started rubbing his steel-hard cock with an almost manic speed as the orgasm came to the brink, and the, I threw my head back with a cry of sheer pleasure as it finally tore through me. I writhed and bucked as the orgasm spread its bliss through my body, and then finally lay limp and still, wallowing in the heady feeling of joy.
But things were only getting started. I wanted him inside me now—no, needed him inside me. I gripped his stiff cock tight and pulled it down toward my now-drenched pussy. He positioned himself on top of me, breathing hard, and allowed me to guide his magnificent length into me.
He slid inside, inch by inch, and I moaned softly as he began to fill me up, stretching me. I gripped his buttocks, which were as hard and smooth as sculpted marble, pulling him deeper into me. I wanted him inside me—all of him. I bit my lip with the intensity of it as he filled me up completely, and simply held him there for a few moments, enjoying the powerful feeling of being completely full, completely stretched out.
We kissed then, a deep, fiery and passionate kiss, and then he started to thrust. He gripped my wrists, pinning them with one powerful hand to the bed, trapping me beneath him. A look of potent lust and fierce desire was in his eyes as he started to thrust powerfully in and out of me. I could see that he was enjoying dominating me like this. It was intensely arousing for me, too, and it amplified the pleasure of his thrusts.
I gasped and whimpered as he started to increase his speed and intensity. It was almost painful, but a massively pleasurable pain, an addictive pain. I could feel yet another orgasm forming, and each potent thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer to it.
From the way he was biting his lip and grunting every time he drove himself deeply into me, his powerful muscles taut and glistening with sweat, I knew that he was going to be coming to the verge of an orgasm as well.
He started pounding with frenetic speed, and I thought that he was going to come in seconds, but he didn't. He kept on going, hammering furiously away with his glorious instrument, holding back his orgasm until mine arrived.
I cried out as my orgasm shot through me. I arched my back, and cried out. Finally able to achieve his own release, Evan drove himself as deeply as he could inside me and said, “Lora,” as he pulsated in my depths.
He gasped, grunting as he shoved himself in and out of me a few more times, and then he was done. He laid down next to me, keeping himself inside me as I closed my eyes and basked in the bliss of the now-fading orgasm. He squeezed my breast softly and kissed my still-stiff nipple.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, stroking my hair.
“Yes, it was,” I whispered back, still caught up in the intensity of my orgasm.
“So, we're doing this? This relationship, I mean?” he asked, still running his fingers softly through my hair.
“Yes, we are,” I said with a smile.
* * * * *
Waking up in Evan's arms was wonderful. After we made love again in the morning, it felt like everything bad that had happened the previous night had just been a bad dream. We showered together, and then got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.
As we got to the bottom of the stairs, Owen stepped out of the kitchen. He saw us holding hands and grinned.
“I'm guessing you two put your differences aside, huh?” he said.
I chuckled and nodded. “We have. Everything has been straightened out.”
“Excellent. Well you're in luck—y'all are just in time for breakfast. We've got bacon and eggs frying in the pan, and toast from a loaf of bread Anne made yesterday. I'm just about to brew a pot of coffee. Would you like some, Lora? Evan?”
“I'll have a cup, yeah,” said Evan. “You know how I like it, Dad.”
“Yes, I do. I'll fix a cup up for you. How about you, Lora?”
“Yes please. I take mine black, no sugar.”
“Sure thing, I'll take care of that,” said Owen with a smile as he headed back to the kitchen to make the coffee.
“Let's go sit out on the back porch,” said Evan. “We might see some deer wandering around the back yard.”
“That sounds lovely.”
We went out to the back porch and saw that Anne was already there, relaxing in one of the chairs with a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hands.
“Good morning, you two!” she said with a smile. She seemed to be in a way better mood than she had the previous day, and she finally seemed to have accepted me. I guessed our talk really helped to smooth things out between me and her.
“Morning Anne,” I said. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thanks,” she answered. “Come, have a seat.”
Just as Evan and I took a seat beside her, we heard the muted slam of the front door. Heavy footsteps tramped through the house, and I heard a familiar voice calling out—a voice that had once sent chills of fear racing through me.
“Hello?” called out Jackson. “Hey, is anybody here?”
“Oh no,” groaned Evan, grimacing and shaking his head.
“Just calm down,” said Anne, “let's all be reasonable about this, and—”
The porch door opened, and Jackson stepped out. He froze as he saw me, and a scowl immediately came over his face.
“Well,” he growled. “Look who's still here.”
“JB,” snarled Evan, “don't start your—”
“Wait, Evan,” I said calmly, standing up. “Let me handle this.”
“What the hell are you still doing here?” snapped Jackson, staring at me with daggers in his eyes.
“Jackson, can I please have a word with you in private?” I asked, speaking in as calm a tone as I could.
“Jackson,” added Anne gently, “please talk to Lora. We've straightened everything out on our end, and I would appreciate it if you at least made the effort to straighten things out with her as well.”
He looked at Anne—who I could see right away that he had a lot of respect for—and grudgingly nodded.
“All right, fine,” he muttered to me. “We can talk. Away from him, though,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Evan, who looked furious but didn't say anything.
“Let's take a walk,” I said.
“Fine,” he mumbled.
We walked out to the bottom of the back yard where the woods started. We stopped walking when we were far away enough from the porch to not be heard.
“Talk,” he said bluntly. “Go on.”
“Jackson, first up, please believe me when I say that I knew nothing about the fact that Evan was related to you. Surely you must know that it's the truth? You never said anything to me about your family the whole time we dated. You know that that's the truth.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, staring at the ground.
“I first met Evan a few months after I moved out of Wytheville. He came to the winery I was working at. That's how we met. And when he talked about his family, he only ever referred to you as JB, a name I'd never heard you use. He didn't show me any pictures of his family either, and the first time I met or saw his parents—your parents—was last night. So again, I had no idea that you two were related.”
“That's the truth then, is it?” he asked coldly.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.”
He didn't want to believe me, I could see it in his eyes—but I could also see that he knew I wasn’t lying.
“Well, good luck with Evan, then,” he muttered. “I hope he's…” He trailed off and turned away from me.
“Listen Jackson,” I said gently, “I had a long talk with your mother last night. I learned a lot about your past, your childhood, and all the difficulties you had to face. I'm sorry that things were so tough for you. I'm also sorry that I never knew all that stuff when you and I were dating. Perhaps if I'd known, things would have turned out differently between us, I could have helped you to get help, to fix yourself, to—”
“But you didn't,” he said.
“Can you blame me? I didn't know. I knew nothing about your past—and that isn't my fault.”
He couldn't respond to this. It was the truth. Unfortunate, yes, but it was the truth nonetheless.
“I love Evan,” I said. “And maybe you don't want to hear that, but he's a wonderful man. I'm sorry that you two don't have a better relationship, and I'm sorry about what happened between you and me. But I intend to be with Evan for a long time, perhaps the rest of my life if things work out between us, and you're going to have to accept it. I understand you might not like it, but it's how things are going to be. And if you let him—if you let us—we can help you, Jackson.”
“Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?” he spat, with anger flaring suddenly up in his eyes. “Well, screw that. And screw you.”
With that, he turned around and stormed off, leaving me alone.