Evan Arden 02.5 Uncockblockable (6 page)

“
Home,” he said.  “Now.”

“
You are not Dad,” Milena yelled back at him.  “I am not going anywhere.”

“
Yeah, you are!” he insisted.

I barely heard him at that point because those beautiful, magical eyes were filling up with tears and making my chest ache.
  I took a step forward and placed myself not quite in between them but with my shoulder moving in that direction.  Putting space between them seemed really important.

“
You should go,” I said quietly as I looked up at him and realized what a damn big guy he was.  “She said she’s not leaving just yet.  I’ll make sure she gets home okay.”

“
Get the fuck out of my way!” Micah growled at me.  He moved forward a bit, and one hand pressed sharply against my shoulder, which didn’t send me reeling or anything, but I had to take a step back to keep my balance.

The next thing I knew, Evan was between us.

He didn't say anything at first - just used his body to put distance between me and Milena’s brother.  Once he had us separated, he just stared at the dude, and the look in his cold eyes was one I'd seen before.

“
What the fuck-” Micah started to say, but he must have seen something in Evan’s eyes that made him stop.  Then his eyes widened, and there was no doubt that the look was one of recognition.  He looked back to me, his eyes wider still.  Then he took a half step away from the ex-Marine and glanced at his sister.

“
Who the fuck are you hanging out with?” he said in a nearly breathless voice.  He look to me and then back to Milena with blazing eyes.  “What the fuck, Milena?”

“
Just leave,” Milena told him.  “Please – I’ll call you tomorrow, but you need to go, okay?”

He looked at her in disbelief
but slowly backed away.  A moment later, he was quick-stepping right out of the bar altogether.  Evan stayed completely still except for his eyes, which followed Milena’s brother as he left.  As soon as the door shut and Micah was out of the building, Evan turned back to the table where I had been before and grabbed his jacket.

“
I've got to go,” he said.

“
Evan,” I said quietly but seriously.  He looked at me, and I could see the intent in his eyes.

I
knew I wasn’t getting the whole story behind what was going on between Milena and her brother, but I was pretty sure she didn’t want him either beaten or – more likely – dead because of it.  There was also a feeling of dread inside of me as I caught on to what had escaped me before – the Russian names and Micah’s attitude.

They were part of
the Outfit
, no doubt.  Not Milena – I didn’t believe that – but her brother definitely was, which meant her uncle was as well.  Not only were they a mob family but a Russian one as well.

My life was turning into
West Side Story
.

The only difference was, she didn’t seem to know she was in the rival gang, and I couldn’t really see her hanging out a window singing about herself.

Evan knew it, though.  He glared at me.

“
No,” I said, and though his eyes narrowed, he backed down.  Somewhere in his warped sense of morality, I was the boss’s son and needed to be obeyed.  He didn’t agree with it.  He didn’t like it, but he would go along with it.

For now.

By tomorrow, he’d be talking to Dad about it, and I didn’t know what I would do then.  That would be left for tomorrow, though.  For now, I just wanted Milena to smile again.

“
I’ve got this,” I said to Evan.

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath before he gave me a curt nod and walked back to the table with Jonathan and the others.

“What the fuck was that?” Milena asked quietly.

Grabbing the barstool, I pulled it around the table and sat up close to her.

“Milena,” I said quietly, “I
really
like you, and I don't want to
lie
to you.”

“
So don't.”

“
Wasn't planning to.”  I sighed. “It's just that...there's shit I can't talk about.”

She eyed me, and the gaze was like Medusa’s.  I mean, there weren’t any snakes in her hair or anything like that, but she was turning me to stone.

Well, part of me.

“
Including telling me who the big, scary guy is and why it seems like he was going to walk out of here and beat the shit out of my brother?”

If he was lucky.

“Yeah,” I answered aloud, “like that.”

The way she was looking at me was most certainly debating…deciding…determining.  In the back of my head, I knew I should say something else – that this was the time to lie, but I just couldn’t.  I was too entranced with her.

She shook her head slowly.

“
Maybe I don’t want to know,” she muttered.

“
Probably
not,” I said with a little smile.  “Maybe you could just come hang out with my friends for a bit?”

Milena glanced around the bar and then picked up her purse and followed me to the other tables.  Everyone was
into at least their third drink, and the group was pretty loud.  I introduced Milena to everyone, and Jonathan gave me a strange look.

At one point, he leaned over and nudged me.

“Since when do you actually like a girl instead of just faking it?” he asked.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering just how he could tell.  He chuckled and was about to say something when his arm was jostled by an addition to the group, and beer went everywhere.

“Come on, buy me a shot.”

Evan Arden’s eyes darkened and shifted to the side as he glared at the guy.

It was the dude with the birthday again, leaning against the table and obviously completely sloshed.  He was also the least observant person in the world as well.  I mean, if nothing else, he was trying to get the most deadly man in the city to buy him a drink.  If that didn’t count as stupid, I didn’t know what did.

“
I’ll git ya one,” Jonathan finally said.

I got the impression he was actually trying to save the poor dude
’s life.  I could see the tension in Arden’s neck as his hands clenched slightly.  His eyes narrowed at Jonathan as he waved at the server.

“
There’s a catch, though,” Jonathan told the kid.  “The catch is, I git to decide what shot yer gonna do.”

The drunk
en idiot agreed.

When the server came over, Jonathan had her get out her notepad and take down his instructions.

“I need a shot that’s half vodka and half half-n-half,” he told her.

“
What?” she asked through her lashes.  Her eyes blazed.

“
I ain’t finished,” he said.  “Now, once you have both in the glass, I want ya to microwave it just a few seconds – git it to about body temperature.  You know…what d’ya call it?”

“
Lukewarm,” Evan said without moving his eyes from his beer.

“
Right!  Make it lukewarm.”  The server glanced from Jonathan’s face to her notepad and wrote something down.  “Then put salt on the rim and bring it on over.  I’ll totally make it worth your while.”

She shook
her head as she walked away.

“
You’re crazy,” Evan muttered.

“
This is gonna be custom,” Jonathan replied.

A couple minutes later, the server brought back the drink and placed it on the table.

The kid took the shot, and the look on his face was priceless.

“
What do you call that drink?” Evan asked.

“
Nu Jizz,” Jonathan replied.

“
You’re sick.”

Jonathan laughed.

The kid tried to place the shot glass back on the table but missed entirely the first couple of times.  On the last try, he threw more of his body into it.  The high-top table jiggled on its base as the kid tried to hold onto it to steady himself, but it didn’t work.

“
Uh oh,” I muttered.  I pulled Milena away from the table as it toppled, taking everything – including the wasted kid – to the floor.

Jonathan laughed hysterically as Evan jumped back and away from the mess, his hand going instinctively to the small of his back.  I felt myself tense as the muscles in his arms contracted
, and for a moment it looked like he might pull out a gun and shoot the kid.  I had no idea what I was going to do if the dude actually pulled his gun in the middle of the bar.

He didn’t, thankfully.

The drunken kid stayed right there on the floor of the bar, lying amongst a pile of napkins, bottles, plastic cups, and spilled beer.

“
Fucking moron,” Evan muttered.  “I’m outta here.”

He adjusted the back of his jean
s, and the sleek metal of a weapon peeked out slightly before he concealed it again.  Without another word, he slipped between the body of onlookers and out the back door.

“
That guy is…interesting,” Milena said

“
A little
too
interesting,” I told her.  “You maybe want to get out of here?”

She eyed me, and the rainbows tried to mesmerize me again.

“I mean – just take a walk or something?  Go out for a smoke?  It’s too loud to talk in here.”

“
Yeah, I’ll go for the smoke,” she replied.

We went out the side door to a little area where a bunch of people were lighting up.  I pulled a pack out of my pocket and made sure to light her smoke before my own.

Hey – I know how to be a gentleman!

I leaned against the rail at the edge of the patio and tried to get a good angle where I
could see her eyes in the lamplight.

“
You’re a man-whore,” she suddenly informed me.  “You’re famous for it, according to the women in your group.  They warned me to stay away from you.”

A hundred viable, bullshit
stories ran around in my head.

“
They’re
probably
right,” I said honestly.  “Really, though – I don’t think of
you
like that.”

“
You don’t?”

“
No.”  I shook my head solemnly.

“
Something wrong with me?” she snapped.

God, I was starting to love that attitude.

“Nothing, as far as I can tell.”

She eyed me a moment
longer, and I basked in it.  It made my skin warm, even in the cool night breeze, and also made me totally forget about my cigarette, which burned down without me taking more than a couple hits off of it.

“
I feel like everything you’re going to say to me is a line you’ve used on someone else,” Milena said.

“
Is that what they told you?”  I gestured towards the window and the group at our tables.

“
Something like that.”

“
I’m not,” I assured her and wondered if I was assuring.  “Normally I would – they’re right – but I’m not.  Not now.”

“
Why not?”

I had no idea how to put it into words.

“I don’t know,” I told her with a lame shrug.  “I just don’t want to with you.”

“
I don’t know if I can believe you or not,” she said.

My eyes went to the ground, and I looked at her carefully painted toenails in comfortable looking sandals. 
I had a creeping, distinct feeling I was losing here.  It wasn’t just a matter of getting her to sleep with me, either.  I mean, yeah – I definitely wanted to – but I’d be happy just
being
with her for the moment.

What the hell was happening to me?

“Still, there is something about you,” she murmured.

“
Something good?” I asked as my eyes shot back up to her face.  I hoped it was something good.  I might have even prayed.

“
I think so,” she said, “but I’m going to have to find out for sure.”

She took a quick step forward, placing herself between my legs, and pressed her warm lips against mine.

No doubt – I knew it wasn’t just her eyes I liked.

It was everything.

Maybe being famous to just one person would be all right with me.

I kinda wanted to kiss her with our eyes open, just so I could keep watching hers, but that would have just been weird.  No one kisses with their eyes open, do they?  Besides, I still wasn’t too sure what she thought of me – notwithstanding the tongue in my mouth.

Her hands went up around my neck and tugged at the back
of my head.  I didn’t need much encouragement and quickly wrapped my arms around her waist to bring her against my body.  My mouth moved against hers with practiced pressure, and on her tongue, I tasted the vodka and cranberry she had been drinking.

She broke away for a moment, panting.  Her eyes darted around my face, and I was about to ask her what was wrong when she pulled me to her again, this time pressing her body tight against mine as she kissed me.

I couldn’t help but respond…some things are just automatic.

“
I want that,” she growled against my lips as she placed her foot against the railing behind me, effectively opening her legs and pressing her warmth against my growing cock.

“
Fuck,” I whispered as I was engulfed in heat.  My hands dropped to her ass, and I pulled us closer together.

She broke away again but didn’t break our body contact.  Her eyes looked into mine, and one of her hands reached up to
cup the side of my face.

“
This is so stupid,” Milena mumbled under her breath.  “It is – I know it is.  I don’t care though.”

“
Does it have to be stupid?” I asked, immediately feeling
stupid
.  “I mean, can’t we just…we could…”

I didn’t even know what I wanted to say – I only knew it was important for this to not end.  I didn’t care if we stayed out here on the patio and made out, or smoked cigarettes, or went
inside and sat with the others.  I didn’t want this…this – whatever it was – to stop.  I didn’t want her to go away.

“
I live close by,” she said.  “Five-minute walk.”

My eyes met hers, and I tried to focus on her words instead of just the shimmering colors.  If any other girl had said the same words, I would have known immediately what she meant.  With her
, I was too afraid for it to not be true.

I didn’t want to
chance it.

“
I don’t want a one night stand with you,” I said.

She stared at me for a long moment.

“I don’t either,” she finally replied.

“
I want…”  I paused, unable to put my thoughts into words.

“
Tell me this is more,” Milena said as she reached up and pulled my head a little closer to her.  She stared me right in the eyes.  “Tell me this isn’t more of your bullshit like those girls in there said it was.  Tell me you’re feeling this.”

I nodded between her palms.

“This isn’t bullshit,” I said.  “I want you.  I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Her eyes blazed and then softened.  She took a step back, and her fingers trailed down my arm until they reached my hand.  She glanced over her shoulder back at the bar entrance and then led me away from the building and down the sidewalk.

Milena took me to a building I knew immediately – it was the same one Evan lived in.  The reason her brother wanted her to move back in with the family was abundantly clear – my Dad owned most of the block.  She was on one of the lower floors and faced the opposite direction from Evan’s.

She didn’t waste any time once the front door was closed.  Her mouth covered mine, and her fingers dug at the
hem of the black T-shirt I wore.  She yanked it out of my jeans and stopped kissing me just long enough to pull it up and over my head before she was back on me again.  As she kissed me, she quickly unbuttoned and dropped her own shirt to the floor, and I had to pause long enough to see the lacy white bra containing her smooth, round tits.

Damn, they were nice.

Really, really nice.

I almost wished she would leave her bra on.  Being able to just see the tops of them was putting me into overdrive
.  It also meant my cock was getting really uncomfortable in my jeans.  Running my fingers over her collarbones, I made sure to only softly brush her skin with the tips of my fingers as I glanced up to her face.  Milena's eyes were darkened, which made the blue brilliant and the brown and orange spots seem to dance as she looked back at me.

“
You are incredibly beautiful,” I told her softly. “You've probably had a hundred guys tell you that.”

She blushed
, and her eyes darted away. Reaching out with my free hand, I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger so I could turn her back towards me.

“
Every time I look at you, I can barely function,” I confessed. “I become a total moron around you.”

“
You're cute,” she whispered.

I hoped that was a good thing.

She moved up on her toes and brought our mouths back together, so it must have been good.  Her hands moved over my abs and up my chest, and her fingers brushed over my nipples. It made me shiver, and I reached down to grip her hips and pull her against me.

Her fingers trailed across my chest and down my abs, and my cock responded. Her eyes glanced up at me, and her tongue darted over her lips.
She smiled and blinked at me a few times as she shifted around my body.

“Got something for me?” s
he asked with a sly smile before her hand dropped lower, and her fingers stroked me from balls to tip, causing me to shudder.

My breath quickened. My heart pounded in my chest, and my cock throbbed in time with my pulse.
  Something in the back of my head couldn’t believe any of this was even real.  She was too perfect – too dream-like.  I wanted her too much.

More than anyone – ever.

I slid my hand up the outside of her arm and over her shoulder. My fingers threaded through her hair as I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She tasted like the evening wind, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“
Bedroom?” I whispered against her mouth and then immediately wondered if we both had the same thing in mind.  As I started to backpedal, she placed her hand over my lips.

“
Bedroom,” she said with conviction.

I have no idea what it looked like.  I don’t know the furniture that was there, the color of the walls or the curtains.  I was fairly certain it had carpet, but I wouldn’t
swear to it.  The bed was huge though – that I remembered.

Milena pushed my jeans off my hips and let them drop.  I helped her with the boxers and then knelt in front of her to pull her jeans down her legs.

Beautiful legs.

My hands caressed her thighs as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.  I had to swallow hard as her breasts were revealed, and I was glad to already be on my knees.  I probably would have dropped to them if I wasn’t already there.

My thumbs hooked in the edge of her panties, and I pulled them slowly down.  As I looked up at her completely bare body, my heart and mind raced.

I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

I stood slowly, picked her up, and laid her down in the center of the bed.  I spent a moment looking over her form, smiled, and crawled over the top of her.

Then I realized something.

I was going to cockblock myself again.

No
, no, no…I could get lucky, right?

“
Shit.”  I stopped moving and looked at her sheepishly.  “Um…are you on the pill?”

Please say yes…please say yes…please say yes and then also be all right with me coming inside of you…please, please, please…

Milena rolled her eyes.

“
Yes,” she said with a bit of snark.  “I thought you were a man-whore.  What man-whore doesn’t have a box of condoms on him at any given time?”

“
One that can’t stop thinking about you,” I replied.  “I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you there.”

She eyed me a little dubiously, and it made my chest hurt.

“I wouldn’t lie,” I whispered.  “Not to you – not ever.”

Her sparkling eyes widened for a moment, and she reached out with her hand to brush
her fingers across my cheek.

“
You mean that, don’t you?”

“
With my soul,” I told her.  “With everything that means anything, I swear it.”

We kissed again with our naked bodies lined up on the bed next to each other.  My hands explored her skin, and she gripped my shoulders and arms with her fingers.  Eventually
, I rolled over and covered her, my mouth leaving hers and moving slowly down her body.

I licked and sucked at her nipples as her fingers dug into my hair.  My heart pounded along with my cock, but all I really wanted to do was make her feel fantastic.  At least I knew exactly what needed to be done in that department.

Moving back up to her neck, I nestled against her ear.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I swore to her, “that you’re going to not just scream my name, but forget yours.”

“Jesus, Nick…”

Dropping back down her shoulder and between her breasts,
I began to trail kisses across her hipbones and flicked her skin with my tongue.  I nuzzled against her navel, then moved lower and wrapped my arms around the underside of her thighs.

“
Are you…?”

I raised an eyebrow at her as I dropped my head and tasted.

“Nick…” she moaned.

Humming against her warm lips, my tongue found her opening and slid inside, swirling around in her and then returning to circle her clit as her hips bucked against my hands.  I held firmly, keeping her ass to the bed as my lips and tongue worked her over.
  I added my fingers, sliding inside of her and feeling how warm and wet she was.  My cock throbbed, wanting and needing to be in her.  It wasn’t long before she was panting and moaning, her legs and hips wrestling with me on the bed as I held her firmly in place and watched her.

H
er eyes were closed and her head pressed back against the pillow, and she was incredibly beautiful.  I’d always enjoyed watching a woman come, but this was more like some kid of religious experience.  Her mouth was partially open, and though she didn’t actually scream or anything, her moan turned more high-pitched as her hips tilted upward, and she shuddered around my fingers in ecstasy.

I continued to run my tongue around her clit as she came down, just with
a little less pressure.  As her hips dropped back to the mattress, I kissed up the center of her body, stopping to run my tongue over a nipple as my fingers stroked her a few more times.

My
hand retracted from her body and wrapped around my shaft to guide it inside of her. As soon as the head came into contact with the warmth, I had to pull back.

“
What's wrong?” Milena asked in a hushed voice.

“
Too good,” I said. “You feel so fucking good inside, I'm going to lose it.”

Placing my hand beside her on the bed, I thought about baseball and soccer and d
ead puppies until I was under control again.  I wasn’t going to screw this up.

Taking my cock back in my hand, I looked to her to make sure she was still ready. She offered me a small nod, and I eased forward.

It was as cliché as Chicago and the mob, but being inside of her was like nothing I had ever felt before.  Far beyond the physical feeling of being inside of a woman, my mind was literally quaking with the sensation. It was screaming at me – “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as I buried myself completely and then just held myself there.

Milena
’s hands moved up my arms and past my neck to palm the sides of my face. She brought my head to hers and kissed me as her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

I moved slowly at first, allowing us both to adjust to the intensity of whatever it was that was happening between us.
  My hand traced up her side and around the front to her breast, and I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb in time with my hips.

With her hand at the back of my neck, she brought my f
ace back to hers and pressed our lips together.  I made sure not to alter my movements as we kissed but kept up the slow and steady rhythm.  My fingers moved back down to her stomach and reached between us to tease her clit.

I increased the pace as her tongue captured mine, and she raised her knees up to my sides to allow me to go deeper and faster.
  Her fingers gripped my arms, and she dropped onto her back to use the bed for more leverage.  She met every one of my movements with her own.

Perfect rhythm.

“God…Nick…” Milena moaned as her hips rose from the bed and her feet twisted up with my calves.  “Harder…just a little…”

Only too happy to comply with her wishes, I ground into her – deep, fast, and as hard as I could.