When I Was Yours(38)

Why would I beg her to stay when she f*cked me over so badly?

She was the one who abandoned me. She went against our marriage vows.

She’s done the right thing by starting divorce proceedings.

My head knows. My head agrees.

I wonder why the f*ck I didn’t do it myself the moment after I’d told her that we were still married.

My heart—that’s why.

He’s hanging on to the past.

Seems the little f*cker has decided to come back to life after all these years, and he wants to have an opinion.

And my heart…he wants Evie—no matter what, no matter the cost.

My heart has always wanted her.

I just can’t let my heart win this time.

I’m thinking with my head all the way.

And my head says, Divorce.





It’s Sunday, and Evie’s finished work for the day. It’s raining out, so we’re staying home and watching movies, but none that have been made by my family’s studio.

We have popcorn, chips, and soda, and we are halfway through our first film, cuddled up on the sofa. We’re watching American Pie. Evie’s never seen it before.

She snuggles closer, sliding her hand over my stomach. My muscles instantly tense.

She lets out a content sigh. “It’s official. I am the comfiest I’ve ever been. You make for a great pillow. I’m never moving again.”

“Works for me.” I drop a kiss to the top of her head.

“Jesus, you two are like a Hallmark card, and I don’t mean that in a complimentary way,” Max grumbles.

I turn my head to see him walking in from the kitchen, a can of soda in his hand.

Evie lifts her head from my chest and looks at him. “Aw, Max, just think, this could be you one day, in a Hallmark card all of your own,” Evie teases.

“Fuck no!” He frowns at her. “No f*cking way is that shit happening to me.”

Evie starts to laugh.

She and Max get along great, and that makes me happy. Well, she makes me happy all the time.

And she’s making me happy right now while she’s laughing. I can feel the vibration of her laughter through her hips, which are pressed up nicely against my cock. Of course, my cock responds in the way he always does around Evie.

He gets hard.

I know the second she feels my erection. Her body stiffens, and she slowly moves her eyes to mine.

We silently stare at each other, the air thickening all around us.

A flush rises in her cheeks, lust filling her eyes as they flicker down to my lips.

“So…I’m feeling kind of tired,” Evie says, giving a fake yawn. “Wanna go take a nap?”

I know the last thing she wants to do is nap. She wants to fool around. And I am totally on board with that.

“I could take a nap,” I say casually, aware that Max is still here.

Evie and I haven’t had sex yet, but we’ve done everything else. Honestly, I don’t care that I’m not having sex. I’m getting plenty of blow jobs, and that’s not something to scoff at. Blow jobs from Evie are nothing short of amazing.

Everything she does is amazing.

I’m crazy about her.

Do I love her? Without a doubt.

I just haven’t quite told her yet. I haven’t found the right time.

“Seriously?” Max laughs. “That was weak, guys. A nap? Why not just be honest and say that you’re going upstairs to have sex—or at the very least, oral?”

Max knows Evie and I haven’t had actual sex. He’s saying this to wind her up.

I don’t discuss our sex life with him, but he’s also my best friend. When Evie and I first got together, he pushed to know if we’d done it, so I told him that Evie was a virgin, and we were taking it slow.

At that point, I think he realized how serious I was about her.

Evie’s face goes bright red, and she drops her head to my chest, letting out a mortified-sounding laugh.

I lift a hand, giving Max the middle finger. “Fuck you very much, dickwad.”

“Love you, too, man.” He blows me a kiss. “Have fun, kids, and play safe. I’ll be in the game room if you need me.”

“Not likely,” I mutter.

He laughs again before disappearing through the door.

“Is he gone?” Evie mumbles into my shirt.

“Yep.”

She lifts her face, a blush still staining her cheeks.

I run my finger over the soft skin there. “You still wanna go fool around?”

“I want to, I just…feel kind of weird, knowing that Max knows what we’re doing.”

“Just ignore him. But we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”

She reaches up and presses a kiss to my lips. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“It’s been said before.” I grin.

She playfully slaps my chest. I catch her hand, and bringing it to my lips, I kiss the tips of her fingers. Then, I catch the top of one with my teeth.

She shivers, and her eyes darken. “You know, I’m not feeling so embarrassed anymore.”

“No?” I suck the tip of her finger into my mouth, nibbling on it.

“No,” she says on a breath. “Let’s go upstairs.”