Off the Record (Off #3)(46)
I grin over her shoulder at Ever, who is watching us with careful eyes. She returns my smile, but it’s hesitant.
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Sam,” I tell her. “You and Ever could be twin sisters.”
Sam gives off a gracious laugh that is suffused with southern charm. “Oh, you flatterer. I’d be so lucky as to be as gorgeous as my Everette Mae.”
Sam turns to walk in the house and before we follow her, I mouth the words Everette Mae to Ever, my eyebrows raised in question.
“Oh, shut up,” she hisses. “And don’t ever call me that if you know what’s good for you.”
I chuckle but bend to sneak a quick kiss on Ever’s lips before we walk into the house. She places her fingertips on her lips, as if savoring the feel of me there. I have no clue what Ever has told her mom about us, so it will be interesting to see how this plays out.
We follow Sam into the kitchen and she immediately offers us food. I’m actually hungry so I accept. While she sets out a veritable feast of cold cuts, macaroni salad and brownies, she and Ever chat about everything and nothing.
It’s nice to sit back and watch Ever in her element. I’ve always thought of her as an easy-going kind of woman, but here...with her mother...she’s like a different person yet. There is an absolute peace about her and if it’s possible, she looks even more lovely.
“So, Linc...have you forgiven my little minx for that article she wrote about you?”
I about choke on my brownie over Sam’s direct question. I wasn’t even sure if Ever had told her about that. I glance at Ever and she’s staring down at her hands. That’s a sure sign to me that she is still humiliated over what she did, and I have this urgent need to make her feel better.
“Sam...if Ever had not written that article about me, I would have never had this opportunity to get to know your daughter. I’d say that was the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.”
I can see from the corner of my eye that Ever’s head snaps up and I can feel the bore of her gaze on me. But I maintain eye contact with Sam, whose face goes soft and liquid at the kind words I just paid about her daughter. And while my original need was to take some pressure off of Ever, I realize that my words are utterly true. I am insanely happy that I’ve come to know Ever the way I have.
Eventually, I try to take my leave, citing the need to find a hotel, but Sam is having no part of it. She insists I stay in one of the guest rooms and I finally accept. It’s only after all three of us give a coordinated yawn befitting the late hour that we all walk upstairs to get some sleep. I sneak a peek into Ever’s childhood room, and it’s surprisingly mature. Cream walls, elegant prints, and cherry furniture. Ever whispers a quick goodnight to me and Sam settles me into the guest room, which is right across the hall from Ever.
I’ve become accustomed to sleeping next to Ever and this is so going to suck not having her near me tonight.
I’m finally starting to doze off after trying to clear my head of the lewd thoughts I’ve been thinking about Ever when I hear the door to my room open. I glance over and the light from the hallway silhouettes a tiny body standing in my doorway. It’s Ever. Or at least, I hope it is and not her mother.
She walks in and closes the door, throwing the room back into darkness. I cannot see her, but my ears open up and my breath catches when I hear the sound of something soft landing on the floor.
Her clothing.
My body goes tense and of course, I get a raging hard-on. I feel the covers slide back and the bed dip. As my eyes grow accustomed to the dark, I can see the outline of Ever kneeling beside my body. She takes her hand and slowly runs it down my bare chest. Reaching the hem of my pajama bottoms, she pulls them down. I’m going commando so once she pulls them off my legs, I’m as naked as I believe her to be.
Finally, she slips a leg over me and straddles my hips, placing both hands on my chest. Leaning forward, she touches her lips to mine.
“What are you doing?” I ask her in the barest whisper I manage.
I can feel her smile against my lips and then she whispers back, “I can’t stand to be away from you.” She rubs herself on my aching dick and my breath catches.
“What if your mom hears us?” I feel I need to ask that, but in all honesty, I don’t care. All I can think about is getting inside of Ever.
“We’ll just have to be really quiet then, won’t we?”
My hands come up and grab her hips, pushing her down. She feels hot and wet as she rests against me. I bring one hand to her core and test it out. Hell yeah...she’s wet.
Ever bats my hands away and I hold my tongue, not knowing what she is going to do but dying to find out. I can’t see her clearly so it is better to just feel. And I feel it all the way up my spine when she wraps her tiny hand around me. I let out a groan and I hear her say, “Shhh.”
I have to bite my tongue when she lifts herself up and guides me into her. She slowly settles down over me, and a tiny moan comes out of her when she gets fully seated.
“Shhh,” I tell her and she lets out a tiny giggle.
Ever rests her hands on my chest and uses that for leverage to move against me. She goes slowly, up and down. Each stroke causing a massive pressure build-up inside of me. We’ve gone slow before, but we always ended up hitting it hard toward the end. We’ve always had privacy, and could let loose with sounds and noises while we had sex. This time, we can’t, and she keeps her pace measured and soft.