Chapter 9
They left the Stratosphere rather tipsy. Evan loved it when Jessica fell against him and let him guide her into the car. She smiled up at him adoringly as he slid in next to her. He buried his face into her neck, enjoying her heavenly scent, while she wrapped her leg over him and pulled him into her. They started to make out like wild young teens in the backseat of a car. The driver glanced back in the rearview mirror and smirked before returning his full attention to the road.
Back at his place, Jessica didn’t even wait until they were inside the apartment. She was already mauling him, ripping at his clothes with her nails, as the doorman let them in. The doorman tipped his hat and winked at Evan as they entered the apartment. Evan couldn’t wait to get his mother’s call tomorrow, chewing him out for this.
They fell onto the couch. Jessica kicked off her stilettos and they clattered violently onto the tiles of the kitchen floor. Evan enjoyed dominating her, kissing her neck and feeling her arch into him. He slid his hands up around her dress, feeling every inch of her creamy smooth skin. His hands caught on her thong and he slid it down over her thighs, stopping to kiss her legs all the way down to her toes. He lifted her leg and propped on his chest to take her toes in his mouth and she giggled infectiously.
“Take me,” she murmured breathlessly.
“Here?” Evan asked.
She nodded. Then, impatient, she pushed him down on the couch and straddled him, grinding her hips against his. “Do you like this?” she asked him, staring deep into his eyes.
Evan just gaped at her. Never had he been with a girl so amazing, so sexy, and so bold. He pulled the top of her dress down and began to suck on her perky breasts but she pushed his head away to undo his belt. Then she attacked him with a ferocity that he was not prepared for.
He gasped out in pleasure and didn’t bother to keep the volume low as he had the night before. Each stroke of her hips made him feel exhilarated and overcome, as if he were on the edge of a tall building or about to sky dive. His mouth was dry. Sweat ran down his neck. He seized her and lifted her onto the edge of the couch, where he began to thrust into her, making her scream with each stroke.
They were like rabbits all over the apartment before they finally fell apart, panting so hard that it hurt. They were wet with sweat.
“Shall we take a shower?” Evan laughed as he mopped the sweat off of his body with a gym towel.
Jessica nodded. She could not speak and could barely walk into his lavish bathroom.
“I don’t think we should wait until next weekend. Let’s go out there tonight,” Evan decided as Jessica rubbed his body down with a heavy soapy lather in the shower. Her hands were so gentle as she massaged his hard muscles and ran them along his sudsy skin. It appeared that she genuinely loved touching him and feeling his body, which made him feel like a god. Normally he was not too preoccupied with his looks, beyond the typical upkeep, but she made him feel sexy in a way that he never had. Jessica made him feel like the man that his mother would never let him be.
“Oh yeah? Sounds good to me. I have nowhere to be this weekend,” Jessica replied. As she said this, she began to kiss his body, sliding down until she was kneeling before him. Then she took him in her mouth. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes to relish this precious moment with this precious woman.
The drive to Mount Charleston was always Evan’s favorite. It took him back to his childhood, when his family first bought this place and he would travel there each summer and Christmas break. His dad always used to drive in those days, for while they were wealthy, they were not as rich as now. Things were simpler then. He always admired the efficiency with which his father drove up the mountains, unfazed by the steep grades and the semis whizzing by.
Now, Evan didn’t drive himself anywhere. The main issue was security. He didn’t have a bodyguard everywhere he went, but he was never really alone. He mostly got used to it and didn’t even notice it. But being with Jessica and being aware of how everyone spied on him for his mother now made him hyper aware. This weekend getaway would be so much better if he could just drive, he thought.
Jessica had gone home for a moment to pack a light bag. She still didn’t want him to know where she lived. So many secrets to that woman. He held her close as the driver navigated the steep road up to the cabin.
The cabin was enormous, built of beautiful hewn honey-stained logs and with a glass front overlooking the sparkling lights of the town. Fortunately, there was a crew that kept it up when the family wasn’t there. In recent years, they barely went once a year. Linda didn’t like to go at all. She had never been much of an outside person. Jessica gasped as the garden lights automatically turned on for them. The driver helped carry their things up for them.
“Are you ready for a nice weekend?” Evan asked her, delighted by the expression on her face as she took the property in.
“Oh, yes. But, babe?” She looked at him with an expression of pure exhaustion. “Tonight let’s just sleep.”
He nodded. “Of course. It’s almost one in the morning.”
They retired to the master bedroom, where a crystal chandelier cast explosions of soft light over the huge bed. They snuggled under the plush brown bear-head blanket and Jessica fell asleep almost immediately. Evan fell in love with the sensation of her head against his chest. She cuddled into him like she needed him for warmth, even though it was perfectly warm inside the cabin with the heater on. Her face looked so peaceful, and so real, without her mask on. This was not Lisa Allen. She had not been Lisa Allen for a long time. She was fully Jessica in that moment. On Thanksgiving, he had fallen asleep and not had a chance to observe her in repose, but now he fell even more in love.
Evan was surprised when he woke up to feel Jessica kissing his neck. He clasped her against him and found that she was naked. He buried his head into her chest and let her kiss him and rub him down. They made love under the light of the chandelier and the moon streaming through the huge windows.
In the morning, Jessica stumbled out of the bedroom, looking sleepy and a bit confused. She perked up when she saw that Evan was making Bavarian cream blueberry pancakes and he had already made some French press coffee. He served her a cup and she perched on the counter to watch him cook.
“How did you learn to cook?” she asked.
“Entirely self-taught. Well, I learned some things from my mom’s cook growing up. She was never a very good cook and she was so thrilled when she could finally afford someone to do it for her. She hired this lady name Mabel, who was the best. She would teach me all of the tricks, like how to heat the pan before you cook or how to separate egg yolks. But the rest of it? Trial and error.”
“Wow,” Jessica laughed. “I can’t cook that well. I never really learned how. Growing up I mostly ate ramen and pancakes made from boxed batter so,” she shrugged, “I was never really exposed to it.”
“Would you like me to teach you?” Evan offered.
“Sure,” she agreed.
“For lunch, I’ll show you how to make something simple but awesome.”
“Okay. What’s on the agenda for today?” Jessica glanced around the cabin, taking it in.
“Well, I was thinking we could go skiing.”
She laughed again. “I’ve never tried it. I bet I’ll suck.”
“Probably,” Evan teased her. “But it’s okay. I’m not competitive. We’ll get you a good instructor and you can have fun. I’ll stay on the bunny slopes with you.”
“Thanks.” Jessica beamed at him for a moment before jerking her eyes away. Some of that shyness still lingered.
“I was thinking later we could go to the hot springs,” Evan went on.
“Naked?” Jessica joked. “It’s awfully cold.”
“In the hot springs, it’ll be warm. It’s over a hundred degrees so it will take care of your muscles if they’re sore from skiing. And trust me, they’ll be sore if it’s your first time. You will ache in places you didn’t know you had muscles.”
“I heard about that. Man, I’m nervous.”
“It’ll be great. We used to come up here a lot, so I learned how to ski really well.” Evan shrugged. “I’m not world class or anything, but I can show you a thing or two.”
“Your family doesn’t come up here much anymore?”
“Not really. I wish we did but it’s been a hectic few years. And my mother never really liked this place. She’s not much of the outdoors type.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “My mom was. She loved it outside. Too bad we were stuck in the city. I think she always wanted to be out in the country.”
Evan took in the sadness that seemed to emanate from her whole being whenever she spoke of Gail Collins. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Are you ready to eat?” He fed her a bit of pancake loaded with cream on the end of a fork and she moaned in pleasure.
“So good,” she told him. “My sexy chef.”
After he fed her breakfast, he laid her down on the counter to eat his own breakfast. Jessica giggled and writhed as he tickled her labia with the day-old growth on his upper lip. Then she relaxed and began to moan as he kissed her lips as if they were the lips on her face. Slowly he teased her open and slid his tongue into her. She shook in her belly and felt pleasure rising up throughout her entire body as he flexed his tongue in and out, occasionally flicking her clit.
“You taste delicious,” he told her after she’d cum, soaking his face in her juices.
She beamed at him between her breasts. His face look radiant as he rested it between her thighs. “I love you,” she said, clearly without meaning to. The words simply left her lips without her permission. She gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth.
Evan just smiled adoringly. “I love you, too.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay. We can take it slow. I just wanted you to know how I felt. Good to know you feel the same.”
“No…” she protested and squirmed with discomfort.
Evan could tell she was terrified of love. She had been badly hurt. She had a low opinion of men, and no wonder. So he simply kissed her and told her not to worry about it. “Let’s get ready for a great day,” he told her, patting her leg. At least he had made her orgasm. He felt accomplished, like he had already done his duties for the day. But he planned to give her one or two more orgasms before Monday rolled around…