Smith

All in all, it had been a damned good night.

I closed the lid on my travel grooming case, my teeth minty fresh and flossed, before heading back into the bedroom of my hotel suite.

I’d gotten to hang out with Cullen, which was always fun. We’d managed to talk some business, and we were both on the same page there. Plus, I’d met a couple of women, one of whom might make my stay a little less lonely at night. So, why the fuck was I restless?

I climbed into bed feeling edgy and out of sorts, and considered grabbing my laptop. Maybe work would settle me down some. Lord knew we had enough ahead of us if I really wanted my bail-out plan to work well enough to help Cullen’s company. He’d busted his ass building it to what it had become, and to have him fail now would be devastating. He’d always had my back, and I was going to do my damnedest to return the favor.

I’d just reached for my computer bag when I caught sight of the napkin on the nightstand and smiled.

Francesca’s number. But that wasn’t what had me grinning. It was recalling the pissy way Evie had reacted when she thought she was being ignored that made me want to laugh out loud. She’d always been like that, quick to tell us exactly how she felt about any and every situation.

Little Evie.

Not so little anymore, my cock reminded me with a twitch.

I shifted under the sheets and gave my balls a warning squeeze. None of us should be thinking about her right now. Yeah, so maybe she’d finally graduated from college, but she would always be Cullen’s baby sister, and a birthday cake or a diploma wasn’t going to change that.

Then why did she have to torture me by looking so hot?

I could almost hear Evie’s snappish reply to that. Yeah, it’s all about you, Smith.

I grinned again despite myself, and flicked off the light. There was no point in beating myself up about it. I’d never act on it, and it wasn’t like we had to spend a lot of time together. A little time and space, and I’d forget all about her. Chicago was a big city, and once we were back home, I doubted I’d be seeing much of her.

The second I closed my eyes, though, the way she’d looked came flooding back, bringing a hot rush of blood to my cock along with it. It wasn’t just the clothes, although they didn’t hurt. Her low-cut dress had clung to every wicked curve, leaving me wondering if she’d even been wearing a bra. I’d have given my left nut to check and see . . . until she turned around and I noticed the damned thing was backless.

I let out a growl and flipped my pillow over to the cold side. Evie had always been a good girl. In fact, I distinctly remembered her telling me that she was still a virgin just over a year before. Who made it through more than half of their college life without fucking someone?

Evie, that was who.

She hadn’t meant to tell me. It had come out in a drunken ramble on the night of her twenty-first birthday. Cullen and I had taken her out, and she got plastered after sucking down her weight in sugary Sex on the Beach cocktails. I probably should have stopped her, but it was a rite of passage, and I wasn’t about to be a killjoy. Besides, it was kind of fun to see her taking risks and being a little wild for once.

She’d spilled her guts in more ways than one that night. The only saving grace was that she didn’t seem to remember most of it. I’d thrown a little test her way when I’d mentioned the drink to her at dinner tonight, and she didn’t even flinch. Probably for the best. She’d wound up hunched over the toilet at the local bar with me holding her hair. If she knew how the night had ended, I was sure she’d be mortified.

I shoved away the oddly fond memory and yanked the sheet down to my waist, feeling suddenly overheated. No more thinking about Evie. I was in town to do a job, and I wasn’t going to stop until it was done. Anything else was a distraction I didn’t need.

I closed my eyes, but my muscles were still tense. Eventually, though, the drinks and the jet lag caught up with me. My mind drifted, and soon enough, my eyes slid shut. The stress of the day faded away, and I could almost feel myself slipping into dreamland.

The sound of water tickled my ears, luring me from darkness toward the lake I’d dreamed of on the plane. I stood at the water’s edge, bathed in moonlight, when a naked Evie emerged.

Her breasts were high and full, her waist nipped in and trim enough to span with my hands . . . hands that itched to touch her. She moved toward me, closing the distance between us. Her smile was sweet but a little wicked as she reached out and wrapped those lean, elegant fingers around my throbbing cock.

I bucked forward and groaned, arching my hips into her tentative grasp. Fuck, yeah. No guilt here. Only a wizard could control their dreams, and I was nobody’s wizard.

Her grip tightened as I laid my hand over hers, urging her to work my shaft up and down in long, slow strokes.

“Jesus,” I growled, reaching up to fist my hand in her hair.

It was that . . . the sound of my own voice, that brought me fully back to consciousness. The pond and naked Evie in the moonlight were gone, but the hand on my cock? Still at it, and doing a fine fucking job.

Francesca.

A slow smile tugged up my lips. She must have figured out a way to bribe the front-desk clerk to let her into my room. It was a ballsy move, but I didn’t hate it. Especially now, as she straddled my thighs.

I’d heard that French women were more sexually forward.

Viva la France!

Totally not how I’d expected to end the night, but I’d gone to bed all keyed up and could use the release. No chance I’d be kicking a gorgeous woman out of my bed, whether she’d broken some laws to get in it or not.

I reached up and spanned her waist in my hands, letting out a groan as I realized her skin was bare. It was too dark to see, but my fingertips were doing a fine job of cataloging what my eyes couldn’t.

“You’re killing me,” I muttered. Now that I’d released her hand, her strokes grew tentative, more languid, and the need for more was clawing at me hard. “Tease.”

Her breathy laugh was more like a gasp as I let my fingers trail up her sides to brush against the underside of her breasts. Strange, I had remembered them being larger. Almost too large for her body, but as I cupped her tits now, they felt just right. The full, soft globes fit perfectly in my hands, her nipples taut in my palms as I caressed her.

She moaned softly under her breath, the sound almost like a relieved sigh. The motion of her hand increased as I plucked one nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her hips started rocking against my thighs, and her breathing grew choppy.

“So responsive, just how I like it,” I managed through gritted teeth. “That feel good, baby?”

She moaned a noise of affirmation, and that was good enough for me.

“Now, stroke that dick, sweetheart,” I said on a groan.

Her careful strokes were torture. She wasn’t going to hurt me. In fact, I didn’t mind when sex got a little rough.

I released her breasts and removed her hand from my shaft. After placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss against her palm, I wrapped it back around me, groaning when her grip tightened possessively and pumped again.

I sat up, and her scent surrounded me. It had been more cloying at the restaurant. Now, though, she smelled sweet. Like hotel soap and something citrusy. I buried my face into her neck and breathed deeply before closing my teeth over the spot where her pulse fluttered wildly.

“Mmm . . .”

She released my cock and pressed in closer, curling her arms around my neck and resting her forearms on my shoulders.

I nibbled and sucked, reveling in the feel of her soft chest crushed against my hard one.

The rocking grew more insistent and had become more of a slow grind. The rhythm was inconsistent and a little hesitant, so I took control, cupping her round hips in my hands and using them to work her over my straining erection. Her silky panties were soaked, heating me to the point of combustion as I tore my mouth from her neck and slanted it over her lips.

Jesus, those lips. So plump and sweet and soft. Kissing her was like heaven. I could only imagine what that mouth would feel like wrapped around my swollen cock. I dug my fingers into her hips and increased the pace, needing the pressure . . . knowing she needed it just as badly.

She threw her head back and let out a muffled moan that sounded like a plea.

If she wanted more, then I wouldn’t deny her.

I slid her off me and hooked a finger inside those wet little panties, snapping the slender string that held them together with one tug.

She gasped as I pressed her back against the mattress, and I only wished I could see her body as I slid down the bed and hunkered down between her thighs. I traced her silky skin from hip to hip, letting my fingers drop lower with each pass. By the time I nudged her slick clit with my thumb, she was close to sobbing.

“Shh, it’s okay, ” I murmured, making sure my warm breath feathered her pussy as I spoke. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

I could hear her head tossing restlessly against the pillow as I passed my thumb over her again, groaning when I encountered that wet heat.

“Jesus, you’re soaked for me,” I said, my cock bucking against the mattress with the need to get inside her.

Her breath was coming so fast now, it sounded like she’d run a marathon. I dipped my face lower until a tiny swatch of downy hair tickled my lips. Then I took a long, deep lick.

“Ahhhh!”

Vaguely, I realized her voice sounded different, but I imagined mine did too. Lust did that to a person. Before I could think on it for another second, her hips shifted hesitantly, pressing her pussy directly into my mouth.

Perfect.

I gripped her hips and dived in, licking and sucking with abandon. Soft and gentle for a second, and then drawing long and hard on that sweet little clit.

Her legs were so tense, all her muscles tight, and I knew she was close. I pulled back an inch and encouraged her in a low voice. “That’s it, babe. Come for me.”

A second later, my tongue was back in action. Her hips moved frantically in time with my now-rhythmic sucking. Her thighs clamped over my face, and she let out a long, low scream.

“Yesss!”

Blood pounded in my ears as she disintegrated all around me. Her scent filled my nostrils and her cries swamped my senses as she quaked and shook. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized she’d said yes and not oui, but I was too far gone to give a shit. My balls were drawn up tight, hot liquid snaking up the length of my shaft, ready to fire.

As the aftershocks of her delicious orgasm faded, I dragged my mouth away from her and lunged for the bedside table. I plucked out a condom and wrestled it onto my pulsing cock in record time.

She was still trembling when I slid between her thighs again and pressed the head of my dick against her wet heat. “You sure you want this?”

Her head bobbed up and down where it was tucked in against my throat.

I took it slow, knowing she was likely sensitive from the first climax, feeding her just the tip and then a little more.

“Jesus, that’s tight. Fuck.” I growled, pressing my forehead to hers.

I could have come just like that from the grip of her wet cunt, but I wasn’t going out like that. She’d done all the work by coming up here—the least I could do was offer up a double play. I was still trying to talk myself down a little when she let out a strangled sound and thrust her hips upward, wedging me in until my cock was buried to the hilt, and she released a tense cry.

A dozen thoughts hit me at once, but only a few of them mattered. Francesca’s pussy was like a boa constrictor strangling my cock.

It was sublime.

It was amazing.

And it was definitely not Francesca.

My pulse jackhammered wildly as the truth hit me, but it wasn’t until I used every last ounce of strength I had to pull away, which was no easy feat, and flip on the light that I knew for sure.

Evie.

She blinked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes full of guilt, her honey-colored hair mussed.

From you fucking her, you piece of shit.

Christ, Cullen was going to murder me. My stomach dropped to my feet.

“What the actual fuck, Everleigh?” I demanded, leaping to my feet.

My cock bobbed out in front of me, still as hard as granite despite the shock of a lifetime. I was staring down the barrel of the world’s worst case of blue balls, but I scaled back my shock and anger when I saw the tears in her eyes.

I grabbed the top sheet and covered her with it, but not before I got an eyeful of the most glorious set of tits and the sweetest, pinkest little cunt I’d ever seen. Talk about wet dreams . . . I’d never be able to get that sight out of my head now.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a steadying breath before blowing it out. When I opened my eyes, Evie was crawling backward to lean against the headboard, looking miserable.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head as she toyed with the edge of the sheet. “I don’t know what came over me.”

It was you who came over me, I almost snapped back. But damn if I would change that. She’d been so hot, so ready . . .

This was Evie. Cullen’s little sister.

I bent over and searched the floor until I found a discarded bathrobe she must have worn for the walk from her room to mine.

“Here,” I said, irritated to find my voice still husky with need.

I yanked off the barely used condom and pulled on a pair of boxers while I waited with my back turned until she’d shrugged on the robe I’d given her.

“Okay, you can turn around,” she said softly.

I did, and sat on the edge of the bed, my mind still reeling. “What were you thinking, Evie?” I was dying to know.

Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “I’m grown now, Smith. I’m an adult, and I don’t know what it feels like to be with a real lover. That’s ridiculous. I made a plan, and this is what I wanted.”

“So, why me?”

She shrugged and looked away. “Because I like you. I trust you. And I admire you. So, why not you?”

There were worse reasons, I couldn’t deny that, and her words took the edge off my anger. I almost wanted to pull her in and give her a hug, but my dick had finally stopped throbbing and I wasn’t about to poke the bear.

“I just want to be part of the real world and start experiencing life. I was always on you guys for trying new things and being so daring. I sort of wished I could be like that for once.”

I wished it too. Especially now that I’d had a taste of her.

“Your brother would hate me. And he might even kill me,” I said, holding her wide-eyed gaze. “But I think you’re gorgeous, and whoever you wind up doing this with is a lucky son of a bitch.”

Oddly, in that moment, I hated the motherfucker, and he was only hypothetical. I shoved aside the ridiculous feeling and pressed on.

“Anyway, as much as I would love to show you the ropes, it can’t happen between us. But this doesn’t change anything. You and I are still friends for life, all right?”

“Yeah, okay.” She nodded and eyed me for a long moment. “So, probably bad timing, but . . . what am I going to do now?”

I scrubbed a hand over my face and shrugged helplessly. “You know what, Evie? Maybe talk to a friend or a pastor, someone like that. I don’t think we should be having this conversation, regardless of what just happened. Let’s get things back on the right track. The friend track.”

“Sure, no, I know,” she said, pushing herself to her feet and nodding furiously. “I should go anyway. I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. And look, I’m really sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Forgiven,” I said as I walked her to the door.

But not forgotten.

She stepped into the hallway and gave me a tiny wave before scurrying down the hall and disappearing into the elevator.

Now all I had to do was fall asleep and not dream about Little Evie Reed, who had just rocked my fucking world. Because if I couldn’t get her out of my head and her brother found out?

I’d be a dead man.