Off the Record (Off #3)(42)

That’s such a * thought to have too. If any of my teammates were in my head right now, I’d never hear the end of it. Maybe the only one that would understand is Nix. I know that’s how he feels about Emily.

I have no clue what has come over me. It’s beyond my comprehension how in just a few weeks I can go from attraction, to loathing, to lust to something that borders on the softest feelings I’ve ever had toward the female persuasion.

Ever is hot sex wrapped up in orgasmic bliss. But honestly, as I look at her now, sitting on the deck and reading a book with the sun shining down on her hair, I want to just pick her up and hug her. That is so anti-Linc, that I almost laugh at myself.

I step out onto the deck and Ever looks up at me. The sun is shining in her face and the light has made her pupils constrict and her irises to lighten to a pale blue. The contrast with her dark hair is startling to my senses.

“What are you reading?”

She closes the book and lays it on her lap. “Oh, just your typical steamy, romance novel.”

My eyebrows rise up. I would never have pegged Ever to read romance. I mean...she’s brilliant and no nonsense. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. Plus, she’s coming off a bad relationship where her ex-schmuck cheated on her. I can’t imagine romance is something that floats her boat right now.

I sit down on the lounge chair next to her. “So...what’s in a steamy, romance novel? Is the sex as good as what we have?”

Ever snorts. “No way. Doesn’t even come close.”

I settle back and close my eyes. “That’s good. I’d hate to have to read one of those just to get some pointers.”

Ever doesn’t reply and I let myself get lulled by the warm afternoon sun and the smell of wild sagebrush growing in the nearby field. I’m restful and at peace. I nearly fall asleep and I’m not even sure if it’s the beginning of a dream, but a soft, heat settles over my lap.

My eyes open lazily and I am stunned to find Ever straddling me without a stitch of her clothing on. Her hands are resting on her thighs and she’s looking at me with the promise of my complete undoing.

My gaze travels to her breasts, which are full, her nipples already hard.

“What are you doing?” I manage to rasp out.

“You know what I’m doing,” she says with a sinful smile. She brings her hands down to the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I have to lean up a bit for her to get it off, and it brings her in contact with the full blown erection that started straining the confines of my jeans the minute I saw her naked body straddling me.

She leans over and she flicks the wetness of her tongue over one of my nipples and my hips buck, while my hands reach around to grab her ass. I push her down on me and the friction is about the kill me. She’s about to kill me. Her lips wrap around that same nipple and she sucks on it lightly, then bites.

“Fuck, Ever.” I had never realized how sensitive my own nipples were and I bet if I let her go to town on them, I’d probably fire off early just from that warm, wet touch.

“Let’s go inside,” she says.

I stand up from the chair and she wraps her legs around me. “No way. Inside is too far away.”

She giggles into my neck. “It’s just five steps away from where we are right now.”

I kiss her, stopping her words. Her arms wrap around my head and she groans into me.

“Five steps...too far,” I tell her before my hand goes in between her legs. God, she’s so wet and throws her head back when I cup her. I love the look of utter abandon on her face and if I don’t get inside of her—like right now—I think I might perish.

I spin around, looking wildly for something to brace against. The deck railing...that will work and it’s high enough to suit my purposes. I bring my forearm under her ass to hoist her up a bit and push her back into the wooden edge. With my other hand, I reach down and undo my fly. I glance into her eyes once and they are hooded and now completely dark. I grab my dick and the contact of my own hand against myself feels way too good. It’s about to feel better.

Positioning myself and Ever, I lower her down while her hands clutch onto my shoulders. Her eyes flutter close as she impales herself on me and I swallow hard. This isn’t going to last long and I bite the inside of my cheek to do something...anything...to get my mind centered.

She opens her eyes and looks at me.

“How are you doing?” I ask her.

She uses her hands to gain leverage and her hips for stability. She raises herself up, then lowers back down again. “I’m good,” she gasps and I pray my knees don’t buckle over the exquisite sensation of Ever riding me.

She does it again, licking her bottom lip, and the image of her pushing herself up and down on me is my undoing. I push her back harder into the deck rail and bend my knees. On her next move up, I grip her hips and slam into her.

Ever cries out and I stop. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she says, even as she’s shaking her head. “Do it again.”

I comply, pulling back and ramming back in again. This sound comes out of me...it’s like an animal attacking, and it both thrills and scares me at the same time. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Nothing.

My hips start pumping into her and she wraps her arms all the way around me, hanging on for dear life while I pummel her body. I hope this isn’t too rough but my body is on auto pilot. I can’t shut it down nor do I want to.