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“You reading my text messages now?” I teased with a smile.
“Couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch you again. You’re the one reading them in front of me.” His hands glided down my curves as he pulled me back against him, rocking his hips into my ass slowly.
“It’s a good thing I want you to touch me again,” I said before rolling over to face him once more. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He smiled as he spoke, leaning in to kiss me slowly. With one hand firmly planted on my ass, he rolled back and pulled me with him until I was half laying on him. Decades-old fear rushed through me, voices of other guys making cracks about my size and how I’d crush them for even doing this … My fight-or-flight instinct tried to kick in as the urge to shove away from him flooded my system. Evan must’ve sensed the rising panic as he clutched me tighter to his body.
“June.” His voice snapped me out of the spiraling thoughts, and I looked at him, trying to read his face for guidance on what to do. “I want you on top of me, baby, trust me.”
Trust. It was easier said than done. I might have only just discovered the history I’d believed until last night was completely false, but that didn’t change the years of conditioning that still fought against every single thing he said. But I wanted this because despite my fears, so far, Evan had done nothing to prove to me all those other guys were right.
Hell, they weren’t even men. They were boys; if Evan was the standard I should have been striving for.
“Alright,” I said, swallowing the building fear and nerves as I shifted on top of him and straddled his waist. His hands roamed along my skin slowly, grasping handfuls of my curves as he leaned in to kiss me again. For a while, we enjoyed getting to know every part of each other when Evan pulled back and grinned at me.
“What?”
“Sit on my face.”
My heart clenched in my chest as that evil little voice at the back of my mind screamed ‘no!’ but he was testing me, and we both knew this. I didn’t want to fail, and honestly, maybe proving myself wrong on this count would be enough to make me stop thinking he was going to ‘come to his senses’ and be like every other guy.
“Okay,” I said uncertainly, taking a deep breath to steel myself before shifting slowly. He moved with me, me going forward as he slid further under me. His hands clutched my thighs, and I looked at him, feeling my heart pounding like it was on the verge of a panic attack.
But then his mouth fell against my womanhood, and everything else escaped my mind. It was nothing but his lips and tongue, teasing the seam before flicking against my clit and sending a rush of pleasure through my entire body. A moan escaped as I struggled to find somewhere to put my hands. I’d never been in this position before—what did other girls do?
As if reading my mind, he took my hand, guiding it to my breast, encouraging me to play with my nipple as he carried on eating me out like I was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Once more, my mind stalled out as his tongue probed deeper and his hand on my thigh slipped between them as it teased my clit in time with the ministrations of his tongue. He moaned, the vibrations rumbling right through me, and I stopped trying to overthink everything, tilting my head back as my eyes slid shut.
The higher my pleasure went, the more I lost myself in the moment and instinctively began to grind into his face.
“Fuck, yes,” he mumbled, the sound almost trapped between us, but it brought a smile to my face as I continued to take the pleasure he offered me. Getting closer and closer to the edge, I lost all decorum as shivers started in my thighs and reverberated through my entire body.
When I came on his tongue, he only continued to moan in agreement, and I reached behind me, grasping his cock as I stroked him to his completion effortlessly.
evan
Whenwe finally managed to roll out of bed, it was late in the morning, and June insisted on making us breakfast from whatever she could scrape together. Turns out, she scraped together a lot from the provisions I brought with me.
Now, sitting on the threadbare couch of my youth, in front of another soft, flickering fire, I had my arm wrapped around her as she leaned back against my chest. It finally felt like she was buying into what I was selling, that someone could, and did, find her very, very attractive.
I, no doubt, had a long way to go still, years of hurt didn’t just disappear, but I was willing to kiss every boo-boo I needed until she softened to me completely and believed what I meant with all my heart.
“So, I have a mission today.”
She twisted to look at me, her expression split between bemusement and curiosity. “A mission?”
“Yeah,” I said on a sigh, the memory of the conversation I’d had with Deacon just before leaving weighing heavily on my mind. “My mom, she, uh,” the words stuck on my tongue, making it feel like lead when I tried to swallow the emotion down, “she’s been diagnosed with cancer. Everyone figures it’s her last Christmas.”
“Oh, Evan, I’m so sorry.” June cupped my face, stroking it with her thumb before she kissed me softly. “That must be so hard.”
Staring into the fire, the ball of emotion I’d felt growing since that morning in the hospital burst as I nodded. “It fucking sucks. My dad died young, now my mom. Why can’t I have one parent who gets to grow old and goes gently in the night? Why do I have to lose both of them? I have four brothers, but I feel fucking alone.” Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision as June shifted around until she was kneeling in front of me. Her soft hands stroked my face, brushing her fingers through my hair as she kissed the spots on my cheeks where tears lingered.
“It does fucking suck, but you’re not alone. I’m here.” Blinking away the lingering pools of tears, my vision cleared to find her earnest face filling it. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”
“I know. You’re the only one who was when my dad died.” She looked confused for a moment before it dawned on her.
“Really? None of your friends did or said anything to you?”
