Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(40)

Do it. Come for me, Trace.

I took my free hand and gently fondled his balls, and his body tensed.

“Move back unless you want a mouthful,” he warned urgently.

I did. I wanted it. I wanted to experience every single part of Trace. I wrapped my lips around him harder, even though he was nudging my head away from his pulsating cock, and then I took as much of him as I could, plus a little bit more.

“Dammit, Eva!” he groaned desperately, his back coming off the bed as he seemed to be in a battle…with himself. “You feel too damn good.”

I felt the rush of his hot release in the back of my throat as he stopped trying to fight with himself, and I swallowed happily. His reaction was exquisite, the moment almost surreal.

Trace Walker was completely lost in his release, his grip on my hair wild and almost painful as he spilled himself with an abandon I’d never experienced before.

His body relaxed and he flopped back down on the bed. I could hear his labored breathing as his grip on my head relaxed.

I savored the experience, licking him clean as he struggled to take in air, then crawled slowly up beside him.

“I warned you,” he said harshly, his voice raw.

“I know. I wanted to taste you,” I answered honestly as I laid on my stomach next to him and arranged a pillow under my head.

Although I knew that it was going to be painful when my job with Trace was over, I wanted to experience everything I could while I was with him. I’d been deprived of feeling anything but fear and devastation for so long that I couldn’t resist taking any kind of joy I could experience, even if I’d pay for it later.

I felt him sit up and reach for the sheet and quilt at the end of the bed. I squealed as his hand came down on my bare ass with a whack!

“What was that for?” I asked in a faux outraged voice.

“For driving me crazy,” he grumbled as he covered our bodies and gathered me close to him, making me abandon my pillow for his shoulder.

I smiled as he tucked the covers around me protectively. “I’d say it was a pretty short drive. You hired your stepsister to be your fiancée, and she ends up being a convict. But you still didn’t run away.” I was teasing him, but really, maybe he was just a little bit off the rails.

“You’re not a convict, and I’d never run away from you. I need you too damn much.” He sounded completely serious, and somewhat disgruntled.

That shut me up. My heart might be rejoicing, but I knew I couldn’t make too much out of his admission.

I need you, too.

The thought jumped into my mind, but I closed my mouth so I didn’t say it aloud. If I’d learned anything in my rough background, it was that there were very few people in life I could count on long term except myself.

Closing my eyes, I let myself enjoy just being in his arms, his arms protectively enclosing me. For now, I felt safe, and that had to be enough.





Chapter Fifteen

Trace





“I’m still trying to figure out how you scored a woman who can cook as well as Eva,” Sebastian Walker said nonchalantly as he tossed back a whiskey in one gulp.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed Sebastian and Dane until they’d arrived for Christmas. Having Britney around made things tense, but my youngest brother didn’t seem to be hopelessly in love with her. At least I hoped he wasn’t.


Eva had been amazing, cooking delicious meals and charming my brothers until I swore they were both half in love with her, which annoyed the hell out of me. To be honest, she was just being herself, but that was enough to make them both intrigued, especially since she wasn’t exactly the type of woman I usually dated. “I’m a lucky guy,” I replied, looking at both my brothers sitting on opposite sides of the couch in the living room from my seat across from them.

Eva had disappeared after dinner, claiming that she needed to wrap some gifts before retreating upstairs. Britney had said she was tired, and she’d disappeared also, not that I was heartbroken. I’d seen enough of the poisonous bitch to last a lifetime.

It was Christmas Eve, and I’d succeeded in never being alone with Britney for a single minute. Eva had stayed by my side, playing the part of the adoring fiancée so well that I was starting to get used to it. I can’t lie. I loved every minute of her being mine, even though it was a fa?ade.

“You’re very lucky, Trace,” Dane agreed in a low, thoughtful voice. “It’s not easy finding a woman who doesn’t care if you’re rich and doesn’t just want you for your money. I think you can safely say that Eva doesn’t give a damn. I can tell she just wants you to be happy.”

I gaped at him, wondering why Dane thought that. It nearly killed me, but I had to ask him. “Is that the way it is with Britney?”

“Not even remotely,” Dane answered casually.

“You don’t think she loves you?” Sebastian asked, frowning as he rose to pour himself another drink.

I continued to stare at Dane, wondering what was going on in his head. Did he know that Britney was using him?

“Britney is convenient. She’s willing to stay on the island for what I can give her, and she tolerates letting me f*ck her. Do either of you think I don’t know she’s using me?” He looked at Sebastian and I curiously.

Hell, my younger brother was way smarter than I gave him credit for. “Then why do you keep her?”