Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(33)

“The same damn thing that’s been happening all fucking weekend, Sunshine. Fate.” I punctuate every word with a deep thrust. “Timing. Destiny.”

“Destiny,” she hisses out loud, arching her neck backwards. “Yes, Knox.”

Is she agreeing with me?

She blows my mind.

She clings on to me as I slam into her again and again.

The two opposing forces of us sound across the room, my low groans, her high whimpers.

Our mouths collide and our tongues slide over each other as our orgasms climb together and I can’t fucking hold off anymore as the familiar sensation of warmth spreads into my cock.

I’m done teasing.

Undulating my hips in waves, being sure to grind my pelvic bone over her sensitive pierced clit, I drive myself deeper again, knocking all the air out of her lungs.

She suddenly holds her breath. And this is it.

This is when she tries desperately to hold on to that feeling before she detonates.

And she does. Clenching my sensitive cock. Shuddering.

She cries into my mouth and lets out a low moan. I join her. The charge between us reaches its capacity. Like liquid lightning, a flash of heat bolts through us and we come together. Hard.

My heart and balls beat in time with one another.

In this moment, no one can touch us.

It’s perfect.

Panting against each other's lips, Eva gently kisses my mouth.

It’s so intimate.

And yet contradictory.

It doesn’t feel like just for two nights. It feels like she wants more.

“Don’t move,” she whispers. “Stay here for a bit longer.” She continues torturing me with her kisses, moving her legs around my waist to keep me near.

We lay here for a while. Locked together. Neither of us willing to burst what she described as our happy bubble.

As if my orgasm cleared away the fog, making me see the brightest and clearest day I’ve ever seen in my life. I decide. Come hell or high water.

I want this woman.





“So?”

“So,” I echo her word, watching her push her overnight bag over her shoulder at the end of my driveway.

She point blank refused to let me drive her home. She was insistent when she called her sister to pick her up over on Castleclay Terrace.

Living on the far parameters of town, you have to walk a fair bit to reach the next street of houses.

She’s clearly hell-bent on no one ever finding out who she spent the weekend with.

Folding her arms across her body, she looks down and begins playing with the gravel beneath her black chunky boots.

And we’re back to being awkward with one another. Fucking epic.

No longer wearing my dress shirt as daywear anymore, she’s wearing her statement look of a long black floaty skirt, black chunky ankle-high boots, white vest top, and black leather jacket. The only thing she's missing today is one of her many Fedora hats she wears all the time and a stack of golden bracelets.

She looks effortless. Unique. She pulls off the whole boho chic thing really well, making her look younger than her years.

Shit. She’s twenty-eight.

Her words replay in my head from Friday night.

I’ll be twenty-nine soon, Knox. There’s only fourteen years between us.

What the fuck am I thinking?

Come hell or high water. I want this woman.

I’m clearly fucking thinking with my dick; it’s the only explanation for it.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Knox Black.” She refuses to make eye contact with me.

What the fuck?

After what we just did in my house together for the past two days? No fucking way does she get away with not looking at me.

“Look at me.”

She inhales a deep breath before meeting my eyes. I take two steps toward her, but she holds up her hand. “Don’t.” I stop in my tracks.

Shit.

“Why?”

“Because. I… I, I don’t know. But I had a lovely weekend and I think this is where it should end. We agreed. Just two nights.” She turns her head away from me.

I hate those words. Two nights.

“I know.” I don’t fucking know or understand, but at the same time I do. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“I want to give you my number.”

“But…”

“To organize dance lessons, Eva.” Yeah, right.

Eva pulls her phone out of her pocket. Before she unlocks her phone, she stares at the screen. Shaking her head at her previewed texts, an agonizing frown furrows her brow.

“Ewan?”

She nods her head, then passes me the phone.

He’s a fucking asshole.

I quickly type my number into her phone and pass it back.

“Text me, then I’ll have yours.” Slick, Knox. Slick.

She looks down at her screen. “You put a black heart emoji in as your name?” She grins.

Cheekily, I grin back when she looks back at me. Fuck it.

My phone vibrates in the back pocket of my jeans.

Eva: Sunshine emoji





“Clever.” I save her cherished number, replacing her name with a sunshine emoji instead.

I turn my phone around and show her how I stored her number. “You have your own emoji name now, too.”