Chapter 12
Raphael
I can’t take my eyes off of her.
I linger on the periphery with a beer bottle dangling between my fingers as Fenty and his moneybags friends sit some distance away at the poker table, gambling away obscene amounts of money.
Meanwhile the women are across the boat’s deck dancing and laughing, sipping on colorful cocktails. Eva’s in the middle of it all, in a sinful red strappy dress that shows off her legs. The fabric tents over the perky peaks of her breasts and the cinching around her middle emphasizes her tiny waist. Her golden hair cascades over her skin and when she tips her head back and laughs, the sound goes straight to my cock.
She turns over her shoulder and our eyes catch. I have a few too many beers in me so I don’t look away.
She’s fucking gorgeous. So gorgeous.
Her laughter trails off and she watches me quietly, thoughtfully, dare I say, adoringly. Her pretty eyes sparkle.
What do they call that shade of blue? Turquoise is too tame a descriptor to do justice to the magnificent blend of blues and greens in those irises. Maybe Woodland Lake…or Pacific Jade…or Broccoli Denim.
What can I say? I get rather poetic when I’m drunk.
She bites the corner of her lip and that’s when I know that she has a few too many drinks in her, too.
And right now, she looks much more than just 22. She looks like a woman.
A woman I want to kiss while stroking her hair and fiddling with the straps of her dress. A woman I want to take to my room and undress slowly, worshipping every curve of her frame. A woman I want to wake up next to and fuck against the kitchen sink while my mug of coffee goes cold on the counter.
She's not Little Eva when she watches me like that.
She doesn't blush and look away under my penetrating stare. Instead, her eyes hood further and her sinful mouth curves up ever-so-slightly.
This lust has been pulsating, simmering between us from the moment I laid eyes on her yesterday. Now, I’m at my breaking point. My balls grow heavy yet again and this time, I can't fucking hold back.
"Come here, Evangeline," I rasp out.
Setting aside her empty cocktail glass, she moves slowly across the deck, that sexy red dress flitting around her frame. My chest tightens as she sashays around the table and comes to me.
The way she moves. The molten sex in her eyes. She's a living, breathing fantasy. How am I supposed to look the other way?
She steps in between my open legs, smelling sweet and looking ripe and forbidden. I was trying to do the right thing, I was trying to be a good man but I can't. I'm about to do something vile to this girl.
My hands move to her waist, trail down her curves and then cup her ass. Not caring who's watching, I squeeze, pushing those ass cheeks together and then pulling them apart. Her breath hitches. The look on her face tells me she'd do anything I tell her tonight.
"Are your panties wet, Evangeline?" I growl deep in my throat.
She drinks in a breath that makes her pebbled nipples rise. "I'm not wearing any panties..." She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and watches me with devilish glee as my shaft goes concrete in my pants.
“That’s it!” I growl, rising to my feet. My abrupt movement causes the table to jangle and some utensils fall to the deck’s wooden floor. I don’t really care. “We’re going to my bedroom. Now.”
My pace is a little too quick, my movements a little too keen. This is all new to me. I’m accustomed to being in control but Eva gets to me, she rattles my self-control.
Around her, I’m not a logical man. I’m an impatient beast, a feral thing ruled by his base urges.
I’m finally going to give in.
I unlock my cabin door and she steps inside, making her way across the crammed room. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I loop an arm around her.
She gasps as I pull her back into me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I whisper, nipping at her ear.
She giggles and the sound causes heat to roll down my chest, arrowing straight to my cock.
I yank her dress down and the straps pop. The material gives way completely and her small, beautiful breasts bounce free. She throws her head back against my shoulder and moans. “Oh Raphael…”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I cup her breasts with both hands, massaging those perky little tits as I suck on her neck and shoulders. She shivers, making helpless sounds that taunt the caveman in me. It’s been so long since he’s come out to play. I think tonight may be the night.
“Spread your legs, Evangeline.” My voice is a husky growl.
Breathing sharply, she does as I command and the tock-tock of her stilettos on the wooden floor makes my heart beat faster. I give her nipples a squeeze and she flinches.
I chuckle to myself. So responsive, this girl. My fingers trail down over her ribs before grazing her navel and going lower still. I cup her pussy and she immediately begins to rock into my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Rock for me. Rub that little cunt all over my palm.” She’s so wet, her desire pools in my hand.
This is all so wrong. So fucking wrong. I’m betraying my best friend, having my way with his daughter. That night at the auction, I swore that I’d protect her, but the things I feel right now…she might need protection from me.
I run my thick finger through her folds and she whimpers. With one swift movement, that finger is buried deep inside of her and she’s writhing on it, purring low in her throat.
My free hand wraps around her neck and tilts her head back. My mouth presses into hers, hard and demanding. She yields to me, allowing her lips to part so that my tongue can move inside.
When I shove another finger inside and stir, she rides my hand, thrashing her pelvis wildly. The walls of her pussy undulate and it feels like I’m about to come in my pants. I fight it off. Instead, I bite down on her bottom lip, spearing my fingers to the hilt.
With a yell that probably startles half the fish in the Caribbean Sea, Evangeline is coming.
Send a fucking telegraph and let the whole world know.
The sounds she makes are beautiful as her body contracts, sucking every last thrust out of my fingers. Her face is contorted into the most gorgeous ‘O’ face I’ve ever seen. I wrap both arms around her middle to prop her up as she holds onto the climax and when she lets go, she falls limp against my body.
I brush damp hair off of her forehead and kiss her flushed cheek, just leaning against the door, holding her and letting her recover.
But as soon as her breathing has regulated, I’m ready for more of her. I press my lips to the shell of her ear. “Get down on your knees.”
She spins toward me with a dazed smile on her face. Her eyes are on mine as she lowers herself to her knees. She’s so fucking hot. With clumsy fingers, I work to unbutton my shirt as I simultaneously kick off my shoes.
If I were a guy in a cheesy chick-flick, I’d tear my shirt open and cause the buttons to fly in every direction. But this is real life and this shirt is Italian – these buttons are sewed on tight.
Anyway, I reach for my waistband, quickly opening my fly. Eva is greedy, pulling my pants and boxers down in one movement. I step out of them, unable to look away from her. She’s so beautiful and eager, ready to please me, willing to give me anything I want.
She's my midlife crisis and she's down on her knees in front of me. With her mouth open.
I grasp my erection in my fist, angling the wet crown to her lips. She sucks me in and the warmth and wetness of her mouth surround me. My legs immediately feel less than solid. I feel like chocolate melting on her velvety tongue.
Suddenly, I’m not so in control. She’s the one holding all the power.
“Eva…” I groan, throwing my head back against the door. She laughs a little, her decadent mouth still locked around my cock. Sensations shoot all through me. This girl is killing me.
I look down at her. She’s smooth and perfect all over. From her golden rush of hair to her slender, sculpted back to her curvy behind to her long, toned legs.
From any angle, Eva Brooks is perfection.
Her blonde hair spills down over her back. I slide my fingers through it and pull roughly. A groan fills her throat, vibrating around my shaft and I’m almost too weak to stand. Still, I lock her hair firmly in my fist and move my pelvis in slow, controlled motions, shoving deeper into her throat with each thrust. She fucking loves it. She gags, bracing my hips and trying to take me even deeper.
But then she drags her teeth down the length of my shaft and I fucking lose it. I’m blindsided.
It’s a hostile takeover.
I explode into her mouth, releasing my desire into her throat. The girl takes every single drop of it. She doesn’t let up until she’s swallowed it all.
I abandon my weight against the door, too weak-kneed to even move. Eva stands, pressing her body to mine and leaning her head to my shoulder blade.
I’m completely drained, but just feeling her body tight around mine, I know I’m not done with her.
I walk her backward to the bed and push her down. She giggles as she falls over and her blonde hair fans out across the pillow.
Reaching into the bedside drawer, I grab a condom and tear it out of its packaging. I slide it on and she spreads her legs for me. I climb onto the bed and sink inside of her. Her head falls to the side as she relishes the feeling of our connection.
But I want her eyes on me. I need her watching me with those crystal blue-green eyes. My hand cups her jaw and turns her face back to me. And just like that, every feeling is magnified, a thousand times stronger.
I’m looking into her eyes and it’s so fucking intense. Too intense. I should look away. I shouldn’t allow this connection to get stronger. But I can’t break my gaze. I don’t want to. I want to fall into her tonight. Even though it’s a really bad idea.
She comes first, tensing and pulsing on my dick. I hold her face, forcing her gaze to stay on me. It’s not long before I’m coming, too.
And everything around me feels like it’s floating, likes it’s part of a dream. I lie next to her and hold her close, allowing her body to melt against mine. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, feeling this.
She whispers my name just before she drifts off to sleep.
I promise myself that this is just for tonight. One time only. Tomorrow we go to Reyfield. I bring her home to her parents.
Everything will be different tomorrow.