Evan's Addiction (7 page)

     I truly loved those shirts of hers.

     She pulled the sweats and t-shirt over what she had on before
turning back to face me with more red on her face. This drunken, self-conscious
Shaw was fascinating. I wanted to strip off what she’d just put on, plus the
rest, spread her out on the bed, and explore every inch of her. And then fuck
her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone before.

     “All set?” I asked gruffly.

     “Yep.” She chirped.

     Shaking my head with a pained grin I took her hand again…before I
caved into my imagination and need…and led her back to the lounge where Nadia
was showing off her knife throwing skills for whoever wanted to learn. Seth
stood at her back with a scowl at all the attention she was receiving, but there
was no refuting that the girl had some serious skills.

     I directed Shaw to the couch where Landon had Maya in his lap, and
without asking pulled her down onto mine. I had two reasons for this; to show
the other guys that she was off limits, and because I wanted to.

     Shaw looked at me in confusion and…was that alarm? What was she
alarmed about?

     Moving her extraordinary soft, peach smelling, wild hair over her
shoulder I whispered in her ear. “The others need to think you’re taken or they
will be all over you. If you want them all over you just move off me to the
side.” I held my breath to see what she would do.

     She glanced around and I watched her gaze fall on Juan who was
staring at her with a wide, come-hither smile. He was standing next to one of
the staff females who was chatting him up eagerly, but Shaw was way hotter then
all of them and I could see the want on his face. I recognized that look. He
would totally snatch Shaw off my lap if she gave him a sign.

     Did the fucker forget who was supposed to be giving him a shot at
racing?

     Lucky for him Shaw didn’t bite, and while she didn’t curl herself
into me like I would have liked the tension that had taken up inside of me
eased when she stayed right where she was.

     A new tension took its place as my lap took enjoyment in her ass.
Shaw took note and wiggled, and I wasn’t sure if she was trying to settle my
hard dick in a more comfortable spot, or if she was trying to kill me.
Groaning, I shifted her so that my erection was snuggled between her ass cheeks
and thighs, and then I lifted her arm and slung it around my neck making her incline
into me.

     “There, that’s more comfortable, right?” I asked gutturally, my
cock was throbbing in desperate need.

     “Uhh…sure.” Shaw’s voice came out in a squeak and I grinned
through my discomfort.

     Nic was eyeing me intently from a chair across the room. Carrie
sat in his lap, frowning in drunken disbelief. I ignored them. 

     “You missed.” Nadia screamed as one of the Cruz brothers failed to
stick the knife in the upright mattress. “You have to drink now.”

     “You turned this into a drinking game?” I laughed gruffly.  

     Nadia smirked. “This is Russian drinking game, only I left the
person out. Instead we drew a figure of one on the mattress.”

     Sure enough there was a body drawn on the mattress. “Nadia, you
scare me more and more each day.”

     Smirking, she flipped her butterfly knife in the air, caught it,
and whipped it at the mattress. It stuck in the throat of the drawing. “Carrie,
you drink.” She ordered.

     “Is it wrong that that made me hard?” Trey asked with awe.

     “Yes,” Seth growled in displeasure. Grabbing Nadia’s arm he tugged
her arm, toppling her into his lap. She fell with a laugh and circled her arms
around his neck kissing him.  

     Carrie was chugging her drink and I think she might have drank the
entire glass if Nic didn’t pull it away like the mother hen that he was.
Although, I think this was the first time I’d ever seen her drink so I could
understand his concern.

     The game continued and I waited, and prayed, for Shaw to escalate
our lap situation to something more; like nuzzling my neck, sucking my face, or
rubbing her hand somewhere…anywhere, but regrettably her hand didn’t go below
my shoulders. I enjoyed the soft play of her fingers in my hair and over my
neck and shoulders, but shit…it only made me want more.  

     After several rounds of knife tossing and drinking Landon pulled
me into a conversation about work. The accountant’s had found another huge
discrepancy in the end of the months totals but couldn’t find out where we were
losing the money. This was the third month in a row that it had happened. We
were talking about five hundred-thousand dollars each month they couldn’t find
anywhere. It was like it had been lost in space.

     “It probably is.” Shaw said sleepily.

     I’d been absently stroking her back and hair, suffering through my
painful arousal, and she’d been sagging further and further into my body as
time passed. Her head had settled on my shoulder about three minutes ago. Maya had
already passed out in Landon’s lap.

     “What’s that, Shaw?” I pulled her more comfortably into my side.
I’d snuggled with other females but I don’t remember it feeling this good, even
as wound up as I was.

     “That money probably is disappearing into space.” She yawned behind
her hand and I grinned at how cute she was. Did she even know what she was
saying? “It sounds like you have a program possibly siphoning off miniscule
amounts from each of your individual accounts. You have to have hundreds of
thousands of accounts. Someone probably introduced a program into your
mainframe and it’s taking like pennies out of each one. Accountants can easily
overlook a penny missing, or even a couple pennies missing here and there, but
when you have that many accounts with a penny missing out of all of them that
really adds up. It’s the perfect crime.”

     I stared at her flabbergasted. Did she just solve a problem dozens
of accountants had been working months to solve…while drunk and half asleep?
What she theorized sounded entirely possible, and as I contemplated it further
I think she was right.

     “Holy shit! I think she might be on to something.” I looked at
Landon in conformation.

     He looked at Shaw and then at me in disbelief. “So do I.”

     I rubbed her neck. “How do you know any of that, Shaw?”

     She gave a sigh of pleasure. “I know computers better than your
crotch knows the palm of your hand.” Landon choked while I just shook my head
grinning. There wasn’t even any heat to that snarky line. “And don’t tell
anyone, but I’m also a little bit of a hacker.” She pinched her fingers
together as a visual. “It would totally be something I would do if I was
morally corrupt and evil in my genius. Although…I am a tiny bit evil in my
genius, but I can’t tell you how. It’s a secret.” She buried her face in my
neck with a groan. “Now I’ve said too much. You should never tell someone you
have a secret. It’s like waving a red flag. You never heard that word out of my
mouth.” She raised her head and glared blearily at me and Landon. “Forget I
ever said that work…I mean word.”

     Disbelief ratcheted up even higher. She was a hacker? And what was
this secret she couldn’t tell us? She was right in that it was like waving a
red flag because I wanted to shake it out of her, or maybe seduce it out of her
because my cock was back to being hard as steel after she’d nuzzled into my
neck.

     First thing first though. “Could you find this program, Shaw?” I
returned to rubbing her neck.

     “Easy peasy.” Her head thunked back onto my shoulder.

     Damn she was endearing. Stroking my hand down her hair I looked
back to Landon. “What do you think? It has to be an inside job, so we can’t ask
one of the accountants to look for it.”

     “Yep, definite inside job.” Shaw nodded on my shoulder.

     I chuckled and hugged her tighter. “We could search around for
someone, or…” I looked down at Shaw. I was taking a chance believing she could
do it. I mean, I had no proof of her skills, but I had a feeling and hopefully
it wasn’t the lust talking.

     Landon nodded, reading my thoughts. “Run it by dad. I think he
might go for if she’s got the skills.” He shifted Maya and stood with her in
his arms. “I’m going to take her to bed. Who knows, maybe she’ll wake back up.”
Smirking, he departed down the hallway.

     Looking around I saw that the only people in the room were the
three Cruz brothers’, Blake and the four staff females who’d stayed to party.
It looked like they were all playing strip poker, and nobody was winning.
Holding tight to Shaw I straightened with her cradled in my arms.

     “What…where we going?” She mumbled, hanging tight to me. I liked
that…a lot. 

     “I’m taking you to bed.” I strode down the hallway.

     “Is this another one of your pick-up lines? If it is, it’s not
very good.” She grumbled.

     Shit, she was entertaining, and apparently incredibly smart. She
might even be smarter than me. Why that gave me more of a chubby I don’t know. Normally,
I liked being the smartest person in the room. That might make me a bit
arrogant, but I was okay with that. 

     “It’s not a pick-up line. You’re falling asleep on me so I’m
taking you to a bed so you can go to sleep more comfortably.” Sleep wasn’t what
I wanted, but Shaw drank too much and was half asleep. That wasn’t how I wanted
her. 

     “Ohh, a bed sounds good.” She sighed.

     Actually…me, her and a bed sounded great. Striding through the
door she’d led me through earlier I settled her on the left side of the king-sized
bed near the bathroom. “Do you have to go to the bathroom, brush your teeth?” I
caressed her hair again unable to keep my hands away from the satiny feel of
it.  

     “Maybe…in a minute.” She curled up in a ball.

      Grasping the bedspread on the right I flipped it over her,
tucking her in. Shucking my clothes I slipped under the sheet in my boxers to
lie down next to her. My gaze traveled over her softened features: thick dark
red lashes fanned out on her flushed, apple freckled cheeks; petite lightly
speckled nose; lush, pouty pink lips; creamy, unblemished skin. God, she was
beautiful, and vibrant even at rest. 

     “Hey Shaw?”

     “Yeah.” Her voice was whisper soft.

     “Will you help us find the person whose stealing?”

     “Sure. Sounds like fun.” Turning her head she yawned into the
bedding.

     It was taking everything in me not to drag her against me and
spoon her, but she was too out of it to consent. I wonder if it would be too
pervy to jack off next to her…yeah, probably. Instead I twirled one of her
burgundy curls around my finger.

     Shaw was a bit of a riddle. At times I was positive she wanted me
like I wanted her, but then I would find her staring at me with confusion and
hostility. It didn’t seem like a personal dislike though; more of a general
aversion. It was like she was trying so hard to go one way when she in fact
wanted to go another. Did she know what she wanted?

     I knew what I wanted. It had only taken a couple of minutes back
in Shaw’s orbit to bring back the burning intensity I’d felt for her months
ago. There was no way I was taking ‘no’ for an answer this time. She was going to
be mine. 

CHAPTER
THREE

SHAW

     Oh god, my head and stomach hurt…And my mouth felt like something
had died and decomposed to dust in it…And something was squashing me, as well
as making me suffocatingly hot. I was cocooned in clothes, a blanket, and
whatever the hell was squashing me.

     “I’m dying.” I groaned trying to wiggle out of the bed.

     “Have a hangover do you?” A voice behind me asked huskily.

     I froze. What the hell was Evan doing in the bed with me…on me? I
was in my clothes so it was nothing sexual. Wait…it was coming back to me. He’d
brought me to bed. Then he’d probably crashed in here with me since there
weren’t that many places to sleep. I could handle that. No biggie.

     But my temperature shot up even hotter. 

     I wiggled harder. “Not that bad, but I’m roasting alive in these
clothes, the blanket, and you surrounding me. Let me out.” I growled in
desperation. The need to get away from him wasn’t just because I was hot, it
was everything about him.

     Thankfully he moved and I was able to scramble away. I made the
mistake of turning around and found him spread out on the bed in just his
boxers with another erection tenting the material.

     Holy freaking cow, that thing looked big. Desire shot through me
and I had to clench my thighs at the startling intensity of it.

     “Does that thing ever go down?” I felt myself blushing…because it
was the natural enemy of a red head…but I was able to keep my tone disgusted…I
think.  

     Smirking with heavy lidded drowsy eyes, not appearing embarrassed
at all, Evan tucked his hands behind his head…which made his chest and stomach
muscles tighten and look awesome. “This is down.” One of his eyebrows arched
smug amusement.

     His amber gaze moved over me, from head to toe, his expression hot
and intense, and I swear I could feel my body temperature rising even more. The
man made me feel naked with just his eyes alone. It was like optical
copulation.