EVERETTGetting into the backseat after Waylon, I stare at him sideways without turning to face him as I watch him adjust his neck against the leather head restraint and sink into it with a sigh. He anxiously moves his knee as his fingers thrum against the fabric of his pants as he stares at the city road outside the car. The conversation we had before we set foot in the cab was something. It makes me wonder if my decision to let him in my apartment this late at night is wrong as I set down the wet umbrella over the back dash.If he didn't want to see me, he wouldn't have been here, sitting next to me.But what if something goes wrong between us tonight?And even if it does, would I hold him fully accountable for that since I said yes to this situation and put myself willingly into it?If things go right, will it be everything I wanted the night to be?Or will I regret it the next day when I wake up and face him at work?Shaking my head to rid myself of spiralling thoughts, I put my f
EVERETT The second the cab pulls up in front of the apartment building, the driver loudly announces we are there. His voice wakes me abruptly from my short-lived shut-eye, and I jolt back a little, but I don't get hurt. Blinking my eyes, I take in the manly hands that hold me in place. Sighing, I realise that Waylon's arms have been around me all this while. His protective arms held me as I had been sleeping on the way home. The moment I zero in on Waylon's facial features, I notice Waylon yawning slightly, as he has been nodding off beside me since his head was resting atop mine, and now he's moving his head side to side to stretch his neck muscles. Making an odd noise in the back of my throat, I slowly lick my lips. Staring at my hands in my lap, I watch him undo the cuffs around his wrists while his arm is still around my shoulder. He slowly straightens himself as he breaks our embrace. Clumsily, he retrieves his hand from resting around my shoulder, glances at my face and offers m
WAYLONI watch her fall asleep in my arms as she softly moans, taking deep breaths. When I caress the side of her head, she melts into my chest and exhales with another sweet whimper that's like music to my ears. I love the sounds she's making. I never thought Ms Fischer would be so vocal in bed. Also, I never thought that she would ask me to be inside her.Gosh, that was so hot.I can't believe I've reached for her, and she accepted me for what I am and let me do that to her.Being inside her was extra hot.Caressing her face as she sleeps on her side, I wrap my free arm around her back, pulling her closer to my chest than she already is. Patting the back of her head, I wonder if this passionate night was a culmination of our longing for each other. Maybe we were supposed to wind in bed sooner rather than later. It also explains the loneliness formerly building within me, wanting an escape so I can breathe easily and live my life the way I want to. And being with Everett, I recall th
EVERETTWhen Waylon calms down a little, I take his face in my palms and mentally prepare to ask him what's going on in his mind as I watch his shoulders slump and shake. With an unsure hand, I pull him into my chest. Hugging him tightly against my chest, I run my fingers through his hair."I need you as much as you need me, Mr Thorne."He sucks in a deep breath and makes an odd noise at the back of his throat. But he doesn't say anything."I want you in my life, Waylon." Softly, I whisper next to his earlobe. "You're very much needed. Never forget that."Still looking down at his hands, he sniffles loudly."Why are you crying, Mr Thorne?" I slowly chew on the inside of my lower lip. "Is something bothering you?" Exhaling, I try to offer him a comforting small smile. "Maybe I can lend you an ear and hear you out if you want to tell me what's bothering you. At least I can hear all about your problems."He shakes his head softly."It's nothing.""It's not not nothing." Growing unusually
EVERETT"Can you make me come?" I whisper on the phone, bringing the mic closer to my lips. I sigh and wince softly under my breath as if someone is trying to choke me. My head thinks about him naked in his bed right now. I will do anything for my boyfriend because he likes how much I want to please him. "Are you there, honey? I'm hanging by a loose thread about to explode. I am coming apart by the seams. I need you so badly.""Oh yes, baby," he wails on his side of the static, about to shoot his stuff around his sheets. "Can I suck on your tits? Your big tits?""You can do whatever you want, my love." I increase my pace of breathing, playing along with his dirty game to get him off. He needs it at least thrice a day. "I'm here with my big tits straddling them in your face.""Oh fuck, oh jeez, fuck me." My heart throbs loudly against my chest. I enjoy hearing him get all turned on. "I would fuck you so hard, Evie, and I'll stretch you all out if you were here in my bed.""I'm at work,
EVERETTWhen I get home from work, it's already too late, and I find Caiti snuggling with our cat on the sofa, a bowl of chips next to them as they watch some new crime thriller series without me. I bang the door a little more loudly than I need to on my way in to capture their attention, and it works. The cat mewls noisily, jumping from the couch cushion to follow me as I stroll to the kitchen, where I pour myself a glass of water and throw her some cat treats on the kitchen floor.Walking back to the living room, I take my place next to Caiti, resting my head on her shoulder. She doesn't move or say anything but puts her hand on the side of my face as her other free hand continues to feed her mouth with chips."You work too much. You know that, right?""They are always on my back with new targets that I have to fulfill, and you know how badly I need this job."Caiti tilts her face to gaze at me."What if you found a new position in a different company where they aren't working you t
EVERETT"Hey, how are you doing, buddy?" I speak over the static as I pour myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I was up late last night talking to my boyfriend talking about things he'd like to do to me. After I fell asleep during the call, the first thing I thought about in the middle of the night when I woke up to pee was the promise I made to my brother at the beginning of this week. I texted him that I would call him. Then I kicked myself for not calling him during the entire week. "Are you feeling okay?""I'm fine, Evie." My brother's voice is crisp and void of emotion, as it has been since we lost our parents last year during a tragic car accident. He hasn't shown much emotion or talked about anything more than was requisite. I can't blame him. "They told me you're behind on paying my quarterly fees." There's a gruff intonation to his voice. "The counsellor suggested I talk to you and sort the payments out. Are you going to pay my fees soon?""Yeah, buddy, I think I will be a
WAYLON"You wouldn't believe how much damage-control I had to do at work this week?" My breath comes out in spurts. "They are hopeless, completely hopeless. How come my dad didn't fire half of these useless assholes?" I stare at Finn's hands as he fidgets with a stress toy sitting at my desk. "I almost wish-I wish I had a calmer head on my shoulders because I can't deal with half of this bullshit.""Whew, Way, you need to learn how to relax." He throws the duck towards me, and I barely catch it before it hits me in the face. "I know your dad has been cruel to you, keeping you away from partying and women. . .but cut the guy some slack. He knows you better than you do." He clicks his tongue. "That's how he gets to push all of your buttons." Then he centres his gaze over me. "Don't you think?""Hey, whose side are you on?" I thin my lips. "Mine or his?" I fold my hands over my chest. "Because from my field of vision, you're blatantly on his side. And I'm not surprised.""Why doesn't it