Wright Together, page 20
Our bodies slapping together into the quiet, empty building was an orchestral crescendo to her orgasm. Her beautiful pants and whimpers and needy gasps—I loved every single one of them.
I had to force myself not to let go as she rode her high down on my cock. Her hand unknowingly clawing my hand that was still pinning her to the desk. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body writhing under me.
I wanted to finish off inside of her, but I needed another orgasm from her, and I was determined to get it.
She was still mewling like a kitten as I pulled out, grasped her hips, and flipped her over. I dragged her backward until her ass was level with my cock and plunged back inside of her.
“Oh,” she cried out. Her hand reached backward for me as I sank in to the hilt. “Please.”
“Grip the top of the desk.”
Her eyes flicked back to mine, but she slowly grasped the desk. One of my hands tangled in the dark oil-stained threads of her hair, tugging her chin upward and her head back. A grunt of approval came from her lips, and I lost it.
The beast uncoiled in my chest and released. I pumped into her, hitting her as deep as I could on each stroke. Her back arched, her ass high in the air, giving me the best view of my life—my cock sinking in and out of her sweet cunt.
“Fuck,” I growled as I felt her second orgasm hit long and hard.
I couldn’t hold on to my own for the life of me. Not like this, with her under my control and at my complete mercy. I slammed into her one more time and came hard and fast. Only when I was empty did I pull back and watch my cum slide out of her.
I didn’t know what came over me, but I slicked my finger through our mingled wetness and stroked it upward until it was poised over the pucker of her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop me. I pushed my wet finger down knuckle by knucle and watched as her body trembled.
“Fuck, baby,” I ground out. “Look at how perfect you are.”
“You…you’re going to make me come again.”
She pressed her ass back toward me, pushing my finger deeper into her. I added a second finger on her next push.
“My filthy girl.”
“Yours,” she agreed.
I withdrew my fingers to a whimpered protest and replaced it with my still-wet cock. Not inside, just stroking up and down between her ass cheeks. All those juices creating a slippery surface for me to press sweet friction against her hole.
“Whitt,” she gasped.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass, and she moaned as I breached the tight ring. I nearly saw red at the feel of her. I wasn’t going to last long a second time with her begging for it. And, oh, how I wanted her to beg.
I pulled back and then went a little bit farther in, stretching her. “This?”
She responded by pushing backward against me.
“You’re going to need to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her chest rose and fell a few times on the desk before she settled entirely, and I heard her whisper, “Do it.”
At her command, I could do nothing else. I pushed forward, slipping into the tight, muscled entrance and claiming it as my own as well. She cried out, tensing as I settled nearly all the way in. Then, a second later, she relaxed, shoving her ass harder against me, and I bottomed out.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. My hands tightened on her hips. “You feel fucking amazing, baby.”
“Can’t…can’t…” she muttered incoherently. She was a delirious mess on the desk. Her hair wild and her chest heaving.
I reached under our bodies and found her clit. Then, I stroked it to the tempo as I worked her ass. She squirmed to try to get away from the sensations assaulting her body. But I leaned my body down upon hers, pinning her to the desk. There was nowhere for her to go as I fucked her body and took what she’d offered. What she’d demanded.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, and I felt her body shiver and contract as an orgasm hit her for a third time.
I continued strumming her clit as she rode it out. I felt every throb against my cock, and then just as she finished, I roared my approval, emptying a second time. My entire body constricting to that single solitary moment as the control I’d held for so long shattered.
She was mine.
Mine.
And I didn’t want any of it any other way.
Part V
Crescent Moons
28
Eve
I woke to the feel of a hard body pressed to my back and an arm holding my hip down. I yawned and rolled over to find Whitt fast asleep on the pillow next to me. After our festivities at the office, we’d skipped out on the rest of the party and come up to his hotel room. We’d enjoyed the jetted tub and had enough sex that I was going to be feeling it for days.
There was nothing I wanted to do less than get out of this bed.
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Morning.”
“Mmm,” he murmured in his sleep.
“When is checkout?”
“Eleven,” he said, dragging me in closer.
“It’s already nine thirty.”
“Still an hour and a half.” His eyes fluttered open, and he found my lips again. “We can do a lot in that time.”
I chuckled. “It’s like you read my mind.”
I pushed him onto his back, hiked my leg up over his hip, and straddled him. His hands came to my thighs, digging into the muscle. I rocked back and forth on him and could already feel him stirring from the attention.
“You going to ride me?”
His eyes lingered on my mostly naked body. From my perky breasts to my bare stomach and lower, where my thong covered next to nothing. His fingers dug in harder.
“I get to be in control for once?” I teased.
His eyes flared. “You’re on top. You’re in charge.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grinned at the nickname and then flipped me over. My body slammed back into the mattress, his body covering mine. “On second thought,” he murmured against the shell of my ear.
“Control freak.” I ran my nose along his jaw.
“All my favorite pet names. What are you going to call me next?”
“Dom,” I said, running a hand down his chest.
His eyes flickered wide for a second. “What does that make you? My defiant, feisty little thing?”
I grinned. “I accept defiant, feisty little thing, thank you.”
We were both startled from our foreplay banter by an obnoxiously loud buzzing sound.
“Alarm?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Shouldn’t be. I don’t go to the gym this early.”
We both waited for it to stop, and just as I relaxed, it started up again. Something settled into the pit of my stomach. There was only one phone number I let through my Do Not Disturb mode.
“Do you need to get that?” Whitt asked.
“Yes,” I said regretfully. “I think it’s Bailey.”
Whitt rolled back onto his side of the bed as I scrambled out of the comforts of the comforter. I dug through my purse and pulled out my phone. As I’d expected, Bailey’s name was on the screen.
“Hello? Bails? Everything okay?”
“It’s me, Eve.”
“Dad.” I shuddered.
Whitt’s head popped up in alarm at the name. I turned away from him. I didn’t want to know what was coming next. I didn’t want him to see my reaction to whatever my dad was about to say.
“Why do you have Bailey’s phone?”
“Is she with you?”
“Bailey? No, she’s not with me. Why would she be with me?”
“Because she’s gone and she left her phone behind.”
“Gone?” I asked, my distress mounting. “What do you mean gone?”
“I don’t know, Evie,” he snapped. I could practically feel him pacing on the other side. “She went to the gym yesterday to practice for volleyball and hasn’t come home.”
My insides froze over.
“Yesterday?” I asked, my voice like ice. “You mean, she’s been gone a whole day, and you’re just now contacting me?” He didn’t say anything right away, and that was when I realized, “You had no idea she was gone last night.”
“I had a church function, and we stayed out late. I didn’t know she wasn’t home until this morning.”
Fury tore through me. “I cannot believe you did this. You’re supposed to be watching her.”
“Don’t yell at me, Evie Jo,” he ground out.
“Have you contacted anyone else? Anyone from the volleyball team?”
“I’m not an idiot.” I would disagree with that statement. “No one has seen her. She never showed up to practice.”
I put my hand to my head and breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I knew what had happened. I knew it without him even having to say it. We both did. That was why he’d called me.
“I’ll be right there.”
Then, I hung up and reached for my clothes. Whitt had thrown clothes on while I was talking and was standing in the hotel room with concern on his perfect face. I wanted to explain, but how did I even begin?
“I need you to take me home.”
He nodded. “All right. Everything okay? What happened with Bailey?”
“I don’t know,” I lied.
But he must have seen it on my face because his lips pursed in disapproval. “You can talk to me, Eve.”
I turned away from his reproachful eyes. He had no idea what he was asking. No idea at all.
“Is it your dad?” he asked. “Did he do something shitty again?”
“No, it’s not my dad.”
“Then, what happened? He sounded like the same prick as normal.”
I clenched my hands into fists. I hadn’t ever wanted to tell him. I’d been keeping everything bottled up for so long, but I could feel it all trying to escape me now.
“It’s not my dad. It’s never been my dad.”
His hand came to my shoulder. “What do you mean?”
I looked up at him then. “He’s a jerk, but he’s not the problem.”
“I don’t understand. I met the man. He’s assuredly a problem.”
“Yes, but…not the problem.”
“Explain.”
I took a deep breath and released it. Then, I met his confused blue eyes and uttered the words I’d been avoiding for the last year. “Bailey is the problem.”
He still looked confused. Of course he was. Why wouldn’t he be?
He’d met Bailey. My wild, whimsical sister who loved volleyball and joked about dating boys. The one who smiled easily and rolled her eyes about school because it had always been a piece of cake. He’d seen the girl that I’d wanted him to see.
Not the girl that she was.
“A year ago, Gram died,” I said, starting the story from the beginning. “Bailey and I were both devastated, but I was on my own. I was here in Lubbock, living my own life. I fell in with Arnold as a coping method. She was stuck with Dad in an old house with a man she hated and nothing but free fall under her feet. And when she fell, they caught her.”
“Who?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“The drugs.”
His eyes widened as the pieces fell together.
“She’d always been smart and driven and focused. She’d been an athlete with friends and good grades and a future. But those things didn’t provide her an escape from her reality.” I sighed. “A little weed was fine. Then, weed with Luke turned into coke with Michael. Until Michael couldn’t give her what she wanted and introduced her to Xavier.” I felt sick even saying his name. My eyes were haunted as the memories hit me fresh. “I learned all of this after the fact. I didn’t know she was falling until she fell. Until she overdosed and had to have her stomach pumped. Until a judge said rehab or jail.”
Whitt blinked, and I turned away before he could see the tears in my eyes.
“Dad would have let her go to jail,” I continued. “And maybe that was the one thing he was right about, but I couldn’t let it happen. I loved her so much, and on some level, I understood the appeal. I, too, was using someone to not have to think about the world around me. To not have to feel the pain of loss and resentment.
“So, Dad and I made a deal. I’d send her to rehab. I’d pay for her stay. And when she was done, she’d come to live with him to finish her senior year instead of him releasing her to the state. That’s where the money went. I’ve been helping take care of her ever since.”
Whitt nearly choked on those last words. “Eve, that’s terrible.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re wrong, you know? Your dad still is the problem.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, he’s an asshole. He was supposed to watch her.” I blew out heavily. “But I can’t place all the blame on him. She chose this, and now, she’s missing. And I don’t know if she’s in the gutter somewhere or…” I couldn’t say the words. I couldn’t even think it.
“We’ll find her,” Whitt said.
I froze at those words.
“No,” I said slowly. “No, I’ll find her.”
I took a step backward. He didn’t understand. There was no we in this situation. I was responsible for Bailey, and I was going to have to be the one to go down there and find her.
“I have to do this alone.”
“Eve, you don’t have to do this alone. I can help.” He ran a hand back through his hair and I saw him step into planning mode, where he existed best. “It’s been more than twenty-four hours. You need to file a missing persons report and…”
I took another step back in horror. “No. Do you know what they’ll do if they find her?”
“Would you rather not find her?”
“I’d rather get down there and exhaust all options before I get the police involved. They’re not going to help her. They’re going to just make everything worse. I can handle this.”
“I know you can, but… “
“You don’t understand.”
“Then, make me understand,” he said, stepping toward me.
“I’m all she has. I have to find her.” I grabbed my purse and stuffed the phone back into it. “I don’t have time to argue with you about this.”
“We’re not arguing, and I’m happy to drive you.”
“I said, no,” I snapped before I could stop myself.
I knew he wanted to help. I could see he was just offering because he cared, and yet all of my defenses went up at his words. Whitt needed to be in control. It was a joke between us in our sex life. I enjoyed it in that context, but he didn’t get to insert himself into a situation in which he didn’t belong.
“Eve.”
“No,” I repeated. “I don’t care if that makes me stubborn or whatever you want to say, but she’s my sister. This is my problem. I just need some…space.”
He took a sharp breath at the word space. I hadn’t meant it that way, but it was true, wasn’t it? I needed space.
“I have to go to Midland. I have to find Bailey. Every second that we stand here, arguing, is another second I am not on my way to her.”
Whitt set his jaw and nodded. “Okay. Then, let’s go.” He grabbed his car keys and wallet off of the table and wrenched the door open for me. “After you.”
I took a deep breath and exited the hotel room. I hated the hardness in his voice, but there was nothing else I could do. I couldn’t deal with Whitt’s feelings right now.
Once I found Bailey, I’d be able to think clearly again.
Not before then.
29
Whitton
I watched her drive away with a stone in my stomach. I couldn’t shake the feeling that space meant space. No matter how she’d meant it.
Space.
She wanted space.
I closed my eyes and dropped my head onto the steering wheel. I’d driven her home. I told her to call me when she found out what had happened with Bailey. And then I’d let her go.
What else was I supposed to do?
She had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want my help. No matter how much I wanted to give it to her. I wouldn’t be the kind of guy who forced himself into a situation.
This wasn’t about me. It was about Bailey. Her sister had to be her first priority. If it were my sister, I’d do anything I could to make sure she was safe, damn the consequences. And with Bailey’s history, I could hardly blame Eve for being worried.
It wasn’t like she’d said we were breaking up or anything.
No. Space wasn’t break. Wasn’t break up.
But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t see what she was doing by using the word with me. I’d memorized Eve’s expressions. Yesterday, I’d used them to save her from dealing with the party after Arnold’s humiliation. Today, she wouldn’t let me save her from anything.
Instead, she’d closed herself off. Gone was the vibrant girl that I’d fallen for over the last couple of months. The one who made me laugh and want to spend every moment with her. In her place was the girl who I’d first met. The one I’d wanted to crack open and see what made her tick. Except, now, she was using that hardened shell to push me away. In fear for her sister perhaps, but it didn’t feel good either way.
“She’ll call,” I muttered as I pulled out of her house.
It was my mantra throughout the day.
She’ll call.
As I put my running shoes on and clocked six miles.
She’ll call.
As I showered away my run.
She’ll call.
As I watched a replay of the final game in the Seattle Kraken season.
She’ll call.
As I sat at my desk in my home office and tried to get ahead of work.
She’ll call, I thought, even when she hadn’t called.
“Fuck,” I growled, pushing away from my desk.
