“It was. It was my one place where I could pretend I was normal,” she said, her sentence getting progressively quieter before she suddenly frowned to herself and pulled to get off my lap. “Let me go,” she whispered under her breath.
“What do you mean pretend to be normal?” I lowered my voice.
“Nothing,” she said, though I already had the answer pictured in my head. At the beach, she didn’t have to think about her rocky home life or the lack of money. She had sand, sun and water like everyone else. It was the universal pleasure of beaches. I had the same in Florida.
“Drew, just let me sit back down,” Evie repeated quietly but sternly. “Okay?”
I held her tight but said nothing in reply because I didn’t have an argument here. If she wanted to get off my lap, I was supposed to let her. But I hated the way my body felt whenever she physically pulled away. It was a sudden loss of this peaceful feeling, like getting a warm blanket ripped off your body while sleeping.
It was actually easier to bear in the four-day stretch this week when I didn’t get to touch her at all. But getting to run my hands on her soft skin then feeling it get taken away felt like shit.
So for a minute or so, we were engaged in a standoff.
But this time, I had a feeling she might win.
“Drew Maddox. I’ll make you regret it if you don’t let me go right now,” Evie whispered. Apparently just the tingle of her breath so close to my lips was enough for me to risk it.
“Make me regret it then.”
She succeeded in the first second.
Climbing onto my lap, she squeezed my hands over her tits and kissed me deeply. The groan I let out was instantly greedy, ravenous. Every hard inch of my body was starved and at her fucking mercy. We were three minutes from home and I was already running late to get to the stadium – I knew that, she knew that, and that was why she was comfortable doing this. I couldn’t be late for stretch and I wasn’t going to fuck her right in this car in front of our creep of a driver.
So she was using this bit of time to torture me, and I was a willing participant.
“Let me taste them,” I hissed when she let me yank down her neckline and the cups of her bra.
“Uh-huh,” she exhaled breathlessly as I sucked her tits into my mouth, swirling my tongue all over them and relishing every sweet lick before I felt the car slow to a roll. The app dinged to signal the end of the ride just as the car stopped, and before I knew it, Evie was breathlessly covering up and reaching to grab her bags off the floor.
“See you tonight, babe?” she panted, her lips wet and swollen as she moved to get out of the car. She dug her nails into my shoulder as I pulled her hand off the door and grabbed her shirt, pulling till her tits sprang free again. Her pussy grinded against my cock as I sucked her nipples hard, like I’d never get a chance to again.
We stopped abruptly when the car behind honked and just like that, she threw the door open.
“You gonna stay up for me?” I asked.
“Mm-hm,” she hummed sweetly before getting out of fast and shutting the door.
Then as I sat there recovering, telling the driver where to go next, I let myself picture Evie actually staying up for me tonight, her sleepy head popping up from the couch the second she heard me coming in.
I used to love that couch – now I harbored a vague sense of resentment for the way it failed me every night. Seeing it unoccupied was once the post-game norm, but now it was a letdown.
So I envisioned her sprawled out there tonight, in a little tank top and shorts. I knew it wouldn’t actually be the case, but I wanted to believe it. And as tired as it had me, I’d gotten pretty damned good at the whole business of pretending.
27
EVIE
I’d gotten up early every day of the past week-and-a-half, mostly to avoid seeing Drew at home. So on Tuesday morning, knowing well that Drew was out early for a day game, I slept in and wound up waking to a series of weird texts from Aly that induced more than a few sleepy giggles.
“What the hell?” I mumbled, propping myself up on my elbow to better read her early morning craziness.
ALY: Hello???
ALY: Why won’t you pick up it’s already 7:45
ALY: CALL ME BACK PLEEEEASE
ALY: Fine you missed your window I’ll be busy for the next 2+ hours and then recovering for who knows how long and then back at it again k bye