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Excerpt
Copyright 2024, Rochelle
Allison
“I didn’t fuck you last
night because you were on another planet. Not because I didn’t want you.”
“You don’t have to
explain yourself,” she says, her face still turned away. “You were being
decent, and I appreciate it.”
“Obviously, I do have
to explain myself because you took off this morning.”
“It’s fine, Tristan,”
she says primly. “I know I’m not your type.”
“Bold of you to assume
that you know my type.”
Her eyes narrow
slightly. “Maribelle was.”
“I was fifteen,” I say
with a scoff. “Every girl was my type back then.”
She shakes her head the
tiniest bit. “Not me.”
“Not when you were
twelve, no. But things are a little different now,” I say, pushing my semi into
the cradle of her hips a little to show her what I mean.
Evie sucks in a sharp
breath, her eyes finally meeting mine.
“Why didn’t you tell
me?” I roll to her side, giving her some room, but I don’t go far. Instead, I
draw my fingertips up and down her thigh, watching her pupils dilate as
goosebumps pebble across her petal-soft skin. “Why’d I have to find out from
your skanky sister?”
A soft breath huffs
past her parted lips. “Because I didn’t want you to know. You never should’ve
found out at all.”
“Did you think I’d turn
you down?” I ask quietly, unable to look away from those lips. I trail my
fingers up the inside of her thigh, wondering if her other lips are the same
shade of pink.
“I knew you would,” she
says, breathing shallowly.
“But I told you, when
we were going to get the marriage license, that we could …” I trail off,
letting her fill in the blanks with her imagination.
“Be friends with
benefits.” She grabs my arm as my fingers creep beneath the hem of her shorts,
closing her eyes briefly before she focuses on me. “And I’m not into that.”
I can’t help the
suggestive grin that takes over my face. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
She wrinkles her nose,
her grip tightening on my arm. “Be serious, Tristan.”
I bite back a smile. I
prefer this Evie to the self-pitying one for sure. “You don’t want to catch
feelings. But it’s too late because it sounds like you’ve had them for a
while.” I hover over her for a second before brushing my lips over hers. Gazing
into her eyes, I see everything she’s tried to hide from me bloom in full
color. Dipping down, I give her another whisper of a kiss, catching my teeth on
her bottom lip as I pull away.
She draws a shaky
breath when I reach her panties. “Tristan,” she whispers, her throat working as
she swallows.
I run my knuckles over
the warm center of her, touching her softly on the outside as we look at each
other. When her breathing stutters and her eyes start to go glassy, I slip
beneath the fabric and kiss her again, slowly circling my tongue around the inside
of her mouth as my fingers circle the entrance to her pussy.
With a small moan, she
gives in, sliding her fingers into my hair.
“I’m not going to hurt
you.” I keep my touch surface level, rubbing up and down her soft, wet slit
with my fingers. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m gonna make you feel so good
you’re going to wish you’d told the truth a lot sooner.”
Her eyelids flutter
shut, her mouth dropping into a perfect O. Desire burns through me like a hot,
consuming fire and I lick into her mouth again, sucking her tongue and
swallowing all the little sounds she’s making. When my thumb sweeps her clit,
her hips jerk, moving to meet my hand. Sensing that she’s close, I touch her a
little harder, and she kisses me hungrily, grabbing at my hair as she comes.
Her roughness, her responsiveness—shit, I’m so hard it hurts. I’m not even
inside her, but she’s pulling me in like a riptide.
“You still want to keep
this platonic?” I whisper, kissing her ear. “Because I don’t.”
“I don’t know what I
want,” she says after a moment, her voice shaky. She releases me from her
death-grip, her arms lax around me. “And I don’t know what you want from me. From this.”
No more teasing, then.
Dropping a kiss onto her throat, I pull my hand out of her shorts and bring her
up so she’s sitting across from me. Post-orgasm Evie is a stunner, with her
rosy cheeks and swollen lips.
“I want you to be
honest with me, for one thing,” I say. “Even when it’s hard. I promise I’ll do
the same.”
She nods haltingly, her
eyes watchful like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I also want to see if
you blush all over.”
She bites down on her
lip, trying not to smile.
“I wanna know if you
used to have dirty dreams about me, and if you did, I wanna act them out,” I
add, smirking.
“God,” she says with a
pained laugh, covering her face.
I release her hair from
its messy, grass-studded bun, watching it fall around her shoulders. “We’re
already married, Evie,” I say, leaning in to kiss her again. “We might as well
have fun.
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