Engaging Evelyn (19 page)
“Again, Stephen, please.” Evelyn moaned and took Brandon back into her mouth. Stephen obeyed, plunging into her while drawing her back against him.
“Like that?” he asked, repeating the motion.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
The intensity increased until Evelyn’s hand was stroking Brandon’s cock so fast that he was moaning louder than she was. The taste of his pre-come coated her tongue, filling her senses.
“Stephen, get on your back and lay Evelyn on top of you faceup. I have to taste her,” Brandon barely managed to say.
In one swift movement, Stephen brought Evelyn’s back to his chest and eased them down to the bed. Bent outside Stephen’s, Evelyn’s legs were spread wide. When Brandon straddled her waist, she looked up at him, excited by what he was about to do.
He lowered himself until his lips brushed against her ear. “Touch me, Evelyn,” he whispered.
Nothing felt better than to be trapped between them. Stephen continued to thrust as she arched her back against him. Brandon moaned at her tight grip. The feel of his tongue licking down her neck had Evelyn shivering.
Fangs sank into her neck and a cry broke from her lips. Pleasure burst through every crevice of her body. She could feel her pussy tightening around Stephen’s cock. Thoughts burst through her mind as ecstasy swept through her. She couldn’t help but feel the three of them as a couple was destined. This was the way it was meant to be.
“Fuck, Brandon, did you know I can feel what she feels? That is fucking amazing,” Stephen said, thrusting into her faster.
Screams echoed off the walls as Stephen’s cock thickened inside of her, bringing her into another orgasm. In all of the two years they’d been separated she felt her love intensify for him more than she ever thought possible.
Brandon’s cock weighed heavily in her hand, and she knew at that moment that things couldn’t have been more perfect. They all came in unison, hotness shooting across her stomach, breasts, and Stephen coating her insides.
Lips broke from her neck. Brandon slowly crawled off her, panting. “Holy shit. Stephen, you all right down there,” Brandon asked, laughing.
“I couldn’t be better.” Stephen lifted Evelyn’s hair out of his face. “So, who’s up for a shower before we start round two?”
Evelyn smiled as Brandon wiped her off. She couldn’t even open her eyes she was in such a state of euphoria.
“Well, it looks like we won the bet,” Brandon said cheerfully.
Evelyn sat up on Stephen’s body, feeling his semi-hard cock slide deeper into her. Holding in her moan she looked over at Brandon.
“What do you mean? What bet?”
Stephen’s hand wrapped around, rubbing her clit. It took everything she had not to close her eyes.
“Oh, nothing really,” Brandon said, caressing her leg. “I just asked Sarah what we could do to win you back. Wait, let me see if I can remember her exact words. Oh yes, that’s right. She said, ‘Win her back? Well, if you’re going to win Evelyn back, you might as well make it worth her while. I bet you guys two rounds of drinks that you can’t sneak into her apartment and surprise her.’”
Evelyn laughed. Yes, that sounded like Sarah. “Well, so much for putting Bets on hold during spring break.”
Brandon stiffened in front of her. Stephen paused, his fingers against her pussy.
“What?” she asked, confused at the silence.
“You’re still going to play?” Stephen asked from behind her.
Once again, Evelyn laughed, feeling her pussy tighten around Stephen’s cock. Her laughter died as pleasure shot through her. “No, I quit. Surely, both of you can keep me satisfied. Because you know, if you can’t…”
Evelyn’s words were cut off by a moan as Stephen thrust his hard cock deep inside of her. Brandon leaned over and kissed her passionately, cupping her face in his hands.
“Oh, I assure you, Brandon and I are going to keep you so satisfied you’ll never engage in another bet for the rest of your life.”
“Are you sure?” Evelyn tried to hide her smile as best as she could. Just knowing that they were planning to spend the rest of their lives with her had love filling her chest. No more pain or emptiness. They would always be hers, forever.
“Wanna bet on it?” they asked in unison.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in a small Texas town along the Gulf of Mexico. Family is everything to me. My mother always encouraged my reading growing up. Looking back, my earliest memories revolve around my grandmother, who was always glued to a book. Her passion for mystery is probably the reason I’m so comfortable around a police scanner. Hers was on twenty-four hours a day.
When I’m not writing, cooking, or brainstorming new ideas, you’ll see me with a book in my hand. Briefly before I started writing, I was devouring a romance novel every day. For some reason, I couldn’t get enough. My husband asked me the question that ultimately changed my life forever. “Why don’t you try writing a book?”
At first, I laughed. Write a book? Who, me? Having never written a story in my life, I was intimidated. To satisfy my husband and to sate the curiosity that began to fester inside of me, I did. My first story was my husband’s favorite. There was something that ultimately bothered me about it, though. I couldn’t write a love scene to save my life. Not one that would fit inside of a “romance” book, anyway. It was way too graphic.
After doing research I came across the erotica genre and knew this was where I belonged. Details are important and with my books, the more details during their “coupling,” the better.
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Passion Projected
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