Page 95 of Broken Rules
“Come here.”
I crawl closer, my mouth watering as I settle between his legs, but he makes me turn around to where my back is against his chest, straddling his lap. He rubs my clit with each deep breath, and I close my eyes, resting my head on the pillow beside him while trailing my hand up the side of his neck. His slow pace is agonizing, delicious, and even more perfect once he eases the tip of his dick inside me, pressing down on my pussy as his length goes in deeper, then sends a jolt to my core with a sharp thrust to the base of his shaft.
“Oh—Lex.”
Lennox squeezes my tit and glides up to my neck as my body squirms. “You belong with me, Evie. Understand?” He slaps my pussy hard when I don’t answer, and I let out a raspy moan the more he thrusts while stroking my clit, his mouth against my cheek. “This is my fucking pussy. Do you hear me? Never force me away again.”
I chew my bottom lip hard, squirming as my climax builds to the surface. “Yes, I won't.”
“That’s right.” He slaps my pussy again, my eyes rolling back. “My fucking wife.”
“Yes—” I whine against his lips when he turns to face me, writhing beneath his strong hold. “Don’t stop, please, baby. I'm close.”
A deep, gritty moan leaves his throat as he keeps stroking my clit until the need to go appears. My eyes widen as I cry out, an intense wave rocking me deep to the core, my ears ringing, my body convulsing from my head down to the tip of my toes with a vice grip on his hair and the sheets, needing to ground myself. Lennox keeps a firm hold on me, still thrusting deep into my pussy, groaning through his teeth.
“Good fucking girl, Peaches—yes, keep coming on my cock.”
I finally find my breath, squeezing my legs together when his touch becomes too intense. He forces them apart, diving under to pin my thighs to his while driving his hips upward hard, his breathing erratic, fingers digging into my skin as his rugged groan heats my lips when our mouths crash and his dick throbs inside me, easing his strokes until he slips out. He cups my pussy, slowly kissing me, whispering sweet words with each peck, and I’ve never felt more in love with this man.
Spinning to face him, I hold him close and smile against his neck as he rubs my back, his arm around my shoulder to draw me closer and hums a heavy breath when a yawn escapes me, point officially taken. No other words needed.
THIRTY-ONE
HOW DID WE GET HERE?
I sing softly into Evie’s ear while caressing the palm of her left hand, not leaving our bed in hours. There’s no point because we are right where we need to be, and nothing else in the world matters outside our bubble. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a handful of peach rings from the open bag she always has on hand, feeding one to her. Still singing, I lift her left hand, kissing the palm before inching the candy onto her bare finger, and her giggle is music to my ears.
She takes one from me, does the same, and I lift her chin to kiss her lips, humming from the sweetness on her tongue. “I like these better,” I whisper, intertwining our fingers.
“Me too, but they won’t last very long. Give or take a few minutes before I suck them off our fingers.”
I chuckle, taking hold of her cheek, so utterly in love with this beautiful woman before me. “I love you, Peaches.”
“Hm, I love peaches, too.”
We continue to hold each other close, but we both know as much as we want to ignore the outside world, we have to talk about what happened. “Are you ready?”
Evie nods, looking up at me as we come to a seated position, then rests her head on my shoulder while leaning into me, both of us looking toward the wall. “The day I got the call that my grandma passed away, I can vividly remember the ache that crept into my stomach. It hurt so bad. I never wanted to feel that way again, ever, but what happened last night hit me just as hard, deep inside my bones.”
“What happened, Evie?”
“I’m done with Vivid. You know that, right? I went there with one goal, and everything slowly spiraled out of control like a ripple effect. I couldn’t control anything, especially when my dad showed up.”
“Your dad’s in Portland?”
“Yes…I had no idea what my mom and dad went through, and when he saw me there—” I hold her closer as her voice wavers. “He didn’t know I was a Vixen like my mom was and said things to me I’m not sure I can ever forgive him for.”
“Oh, Evie. Baby, look at me.” She tips her head back, and I wipe the tears before they fall. “Forgiveness is only a step forward in solving a problem. You can stay mad at your father, mother, or anyone close to you, but that feeling will eat you alive until you resolve the issue. That’s no way to live.”
“So, how should I deal with the problem?”
“Exactly what we’re doing. Talking,” I say, kissing her. “Communication is the key to happiness.” Pressing another, I add, “Go talk to your parents, settle your differences. If you need to do this alone, I’ll be here waiting, or if you need me there, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
She quickly nods. “Okay, I need you there with me. Please.”
With a heavy breath, she scoots off the bed, waiting for me by the bathroom doorway as I follow, taking our time with each other while she mentally prepares, worried if her father is still in Portland, though with past mistakes, I’m positive he’s not far. We arrived at Evie’s childhood home past midnight, and I was right. While the driveway is empty, a man with dark brown hair is asleep on the front steps.
Evie gasps, leans over, and shuts off my headlights. “Of course, he’d come here.”
