Until the Tequila (The Killers #3.5)(15)

His arms constrict around me and I’m crushed to his chest. “Baby. Everything you mumbled to me in your drunken state makes sense. At least I had my dad. You had no one.”

Suddenly it isn’t just my state of nakedness that has me feeling bare. “I was enough—I had to be. I survived. I’m fine now.”

He kicks the door shut behind us and starts to move. The next thing I know, I’m lying on bedding so soft, it’s a whispered kiss to my skin. Evan reaches behind him and pulls a condom out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed next to me.

“From now on, you’re not gonna be fine. It’ll be my mission to make sure you’re way more than fine, Mary. And I’m gonna start by making you mine.”

He’s right. I’ve done my best to avoid him from the first day I met him at Whitetail Farms. Guys like him don’t end up with girls like me. Sure, they might enjoy time with me because I’m fun or edgy, but they always end up with a woman who’s comfortable maneuvering her way around the social webs of a country club or, in Evan’s case, the Kentucky Derby.

“Waited all this time for you,” he murmurs as he looks down at me after he rips his shirt off and makes quick work of his jeans. “You think we’re a match made in hell—if that’s the case, we’ll light it on fire together because this is happening.”

I take a breath and reach for him, pulling him to me so his mouth lands on mine. He needs to stop talking. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

As if proving it with his kiss, he consumes and possesses me. It’s as if every additional touch from Evan means exponentially more than the last. I thought I was obsessed before, but I’m in deep now.

I reach for the condom and move to sit up, forcing him to stand in front of me. Reaching into his boxers, I free his cock. It’s thick, veined, perfect, and glistens on the tip—all for me.

I want him.

Peeking up at him through the dim light, I fist him at the base and lean in, giving him a flick with my tongue. His salty precum makes my mouth water. Gripping the condom I was about to roll on him, the foil crinkles in my hand as I pull him into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” Evan pulls my hair gently, holding my head as he takes over, sliding his cock into my mouth. I peek up again when he pulls out to the tip and gives me his eyes. “If you’re good with your mouth on top of everything else, I might just fall in love with you.”

I gasp at his words but he doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He thrusts his hips forward and fills my mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. He fucks my mouth as I suck, loving every inch of him.

He groans and grips my hair tighter, pulling out. Yanking the condom from my hand, he tears it with his teeth and sheaths himself. I start to lie back, wanting him more than anything, but he shakes his head. “No. After what you just told me, I want to look at the symbol that makes you you.”

He flips me over on my hands and knees, spanning my hips and lower back with his big hands before reaching down to tease my clit. I push back—wanting more, needing him.

I toss my hair over my shoulder and look back. “Evan. Please.”

His gaze moves from my tat to my face, those soulful brown eyes settling on me. He thrusts inside, stretching me with a delicious ache I could become addicted to.

“You’re not on your own anymore, baby.” He slides a hand where my skin is inked before gripping my hip. “You’ve got me now. I’m not going anywhere.”

I close my eyes as he starts to take me hard. I do my best to push back to meet him, to give a little of what he’s giving me, but he’s controlling it. His fingers bite into my skin with a possession I can feel down to my toes.

“Come here.” He stops to pull me up, my back to his front as he supports my weight with a strong arm wrapped around me. Still impaled on him, he takes my hand in his and directs it between my legs. With our fingers dancing together, he puts his lips to my ear. “Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you inside and out.”

It doesn’t take long with him moving my fingers over my clit. It’s almost too much, yet my body searches for it.

“Oh,” I breathe and he circles my fingers faster.

When I start to convulse on his cock, he moves, holding me tight and thrusting up into me as my orgasm rocks my body.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” His breath comes heavy against my hair as he groans with his release. With his arms tightening impossibly hard around me, he puts his lips to my ear and his next words will remain laced in my heart forever. “No more cat-and-mouse shit. Game over, Mary. You’re mine.”

I open my eyes and turn to peek into his, filled with the same promise as his words.

“Tell me you get it and you’ll stop fighting this. I’ve waited too long,” he goes on.

I exhale and feel him surrounding me, his body covering mine like a shield. I’ve never had a protector, not really. My parents never gave a shit about me and I was just an extra paycheck to every foster parent I was placed with.

“Mary.” He presses into me as his voice grows more impatient.

I can’t even muster the words because for some reason saying them out loud is too much to bear.

I nod and hate that my eyes well at the same moment.

I’m glad I don’t try to blink them back. If I had, I would have missed the relief that washes over his rugged features.