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I stalk out of the common room and don’t stop until I’m inside my room at the clubhouse, kicking the door closed behind me. I put Evelyn down, throw her bag next to the bed, and turn to lock the door behind us.
“You had no fucking right to carry me out of there, Penance,” the disdain in her voice is like ice in my veins.
My hand shoots out like a viper, and I grip the back of her hair and tighten my fingers around her blonde strands. “I get that you don’t have the entire picture, Evelyn, but there’s no reason to lash out at anyone.”
“Lash out,” she repeats like I’m the stupidest fucker on the planet. “I just found out that my friend, one of the few I have in this city—hell, one of the only ones I’ve ever had in this city—has been going behind my back and reporting to you. You of all fucking people. Someone I haven’t seen in nine years and the entire reason I ran to the other side of the country in the first place because I couldn’t, I couldn’t,” her voice trails off and she gasps as she covers her mouth with her hand like she’s trying to pluck the words out of the air between us and swallow them back down.
“Because you couldn’t what?” I challenge her and drag her closer to me, banding my free arm around her waist. Her soft curves mold against my body and my cock takes notice, though I try to ignore the fucker. “You couldn’t deal with the fucking attraction between us? How much you wanted me?”
She blinks up at me, her navy-blue depths shimmering with pain, the past hurts right there for me to see, for me to witness. It guts me, but we need to have this conversation. It’s nine years fucking overdue, and I can’t keep going with it hanging between us. Not if we’re going to move forward and there is no way I’m letting go of her, so forward is the only way.
“That’s why I kept pushing you away, little feather. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was a stupid kid, a boy who had no idea what he wanted until I saw you for the first time. I wanted you so damn bad and my gut was telling me it was forever. I was too young for that and so I teased you and treated you like shit,” my voice is hoarse with the weight of what I did.
“Boys will be boys. That’s your excuse? Your reason?” Her eyebrows are pulled together as she stares up at me, her eyes turning glassy with unshed tears. “It wasn’t new to me, Penance.” I flinch slightly when she uses my road name instead of my name. I only want my name to come from her lips. “I had been teased for years, but for some reason when those words came from you, they cut me deep. Deeper. It took me so fucking long to get over it. Sometimes I still hear them in my head,” her voice cracks as she looks away from me.
“Evelyn,” I breathe, the weight of what I did crashing down on top of me.
“No,” she bites out. Her eyes are filled with anger and resentment as she looks back at me. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to pop back into my life after all this time with your bullshit and your apologies and your excuses. You don’t get to do this to me. Not now, not ever.”
I smirk down at her, anger at myself growing and needing an outlet. “That’s where you’re wrong, little feather.”
Before she can say another word, I spin us, reach down, and grip the backside of her thigh to hike her up against the door. I slam my mouth down on hers, knowing it’s too rough and too fucking much. When her lips stay in a firm line, I tug at her hair, and she gasps. I take full advantage, kissing her how I’ve always wanted to. It’s unhinged and feral, it’s need and primal possession.
She moans into my mouth and then her hands are in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp before she tugs. The need grows between us, the anger along for the ride. It turns and roars with every twist of our tongues together.
I get lost in her, like I always knew I would. With jerky tugs and growled demands, we tug at each other’s clothes until they create a tapestry of our past at our feet.
When I lay her down on the bed, I do it gently, at total odds with the way we’ve been going at each other. It feels like we’re exorcising something here. This is exactly what we’ve needed all along—to give in.
I kiss along Evelyn’s jaw and down her neck, rubbing my beard against her soft skin. She moans and arches her back, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I hate you,” she keens.
I chuckle as I trail my lips down her body until I get to her plump tits. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down, softly at first and then harder, the zing of pain making her gasp and groan as she grinds her hips down against my cock that is so hard it hurts.
“I know,” I murmur after I let go of her nipple with a pop.
I give the same attention to her other nipple, making sure to drag my beard against her skin, loving the way it pinks up almost immediately. My hands roam over her body, mapping her curves and letting the fact that I’m finally touching her sink in. It almost feels like a dream.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, little feather,” I growl.
She freezes for a moment before her legs wrap around my waist and her heels dig into my ass. “Don’t lie to me, Penance, I know what you think of me.”
My eyes come up to meet hers and I shake my head slowly. “Those words were lies. I was pissed off because I couldn’t have you. I couldn’t touch you and taint you with who I was. You’ve always been too good for me, Evelyn. Always.”
She blinks at me, and a tear slips free. I shift my weight, hovering above her as I capture that tear with my lips. “You’re lying,” she spits out.
“I’ll show you. For the rest of my life, I’ll show you how I really feel, and I’ll make the past up to you. I promise.”
She swallows hard and her lips part, her navy eyes begging me to be telling the truth. I am and my heart starts to pound with the knowledge that she wants to put her trust in me. I kiss her again, softly this time, sealing my promise, making it a vow that’s wrapped around my soul, the same soul that has forever been tied to hers.
I grip the base of my cock and run the crown up and down her soaking wet slit. “So fucking wet for me, little feather,” I grit out through my teeth.
Her feet try and pull me closer, but I resist as our eyes meet. I can see the protest on her tongue, but it dies there as she registers the intensity of my gaze. I need her to hear me, I need her to know.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I moved into that house.” Her mouth drops open, and she makes a sound of dissent from the back of her throat; it’s fucking adorable. “It’s the truth,” my voice is firm. “I wanted you but couldn’t have you. Then I was waiting for you. I knew you’d find your way back and come home.”
Her voice is small and filled with awed wonder, “How did you know?”
“Because you’re mine.”
