Indulgence (289 page)

*****

That night, I knocked on Evie’s front door and reached my
arms up to grip onto the doorframe, stretching the tension out of my back. It’d
been a long fucking day and she was all I’d been thinking about for hours.

She answered the door and my dick instantly jerked. I
stepped forward, my arm circling her waist and sliding down to grip her ass.
“That outfit is dangerous, baby,” I growled into her ear. She had on the
skimpiest denim shorts that were really just a scrap of material rather than a
pair of shorts, and a tiny, fitted red singlet that stretched across tits that
were straining to escape it.

Moving into my space, she put her arms around me, and said,
“I’m hoping so.”

I raised my brows and smirked. “Oh, really?”

She smiled. “Really.”

“A man might need to be fed if he’s expected to exert some
energy,” I said, still smirking.

“Might he?” She played with me and I fucking liked it.

“Well, you could try not feeding me, but I doubt you’ll get
much out of me. My woman drained most of my energy last night.”

A grin decorated her gorgeous face, and I loved that I’d put
it there. “Okay, it’s a good thing I cooked extra. I was hoping you’d come
over,” she said, grabbing my hand and walking towards the kitchen.

I let her lead me, my eyes never leaving her ass.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want you going out in those shorts. They hardly cover your
ass, and I don’t need to be dealing with motherfuckers checking you out, ‘cause
that shit could lead to me ending up in jail.”

She turned and rolled her eyes at me. “No one will be
checking me out except for you.”

I yanked her hand so that she was propelled backwards into
my arms. She stumbled but I caught her. When I had her eyes, I said, “Where the
fuck do you get the idea that no one would be checking you out, ‘cause last I
looked, you’re a fuckin’ beautiful woman?”

Her face softened for a moment and she said, “Thank you,”
but I wasn’t buying her belief in my words.

“You’ve got no idea, have you?”

“What? That you think I’m beautiful?” She seemed genuinely
confused at my question.

“No, that every fuckin’ man finds you beautiful.”

Her mind hesitated to let her heart believe me; I saw it in
her eyes. “Kick . . .” Her voice trailed off and she tried to move out of my
hold, but I didn’t let her. No fucking way was she getting out of hearing this.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been watching assholes eye fuck you for
years. Those curves of yours were any man’s fuckin’ dream, and while I’m not a
fan of this skin and bones thing you’ve got going on at the moment, you’re
still any man’s dream.”

Her mouth fell open and she stared at me with wide eyes.
“You liked my curves?” The uncertainty in her voice fucking killed me.

“Fuck yes.”

A smile slowly spread across her face, and I knew she’d
heard me, and hoped she would start working on bringing the curves back. When
she stood on her toes to give me the kind of kiss a man can only hope for at
the end of a hard day, I knew I was in for a good fucking night.

When she ended the kiss, I slapped her on the ass, and said,
“How about some food, woman?”

She grinned at me, grabbed my hand and led me to the
kitchen.

A moment later, I stood in front of a banquet of food. “You
made all this?” I asked, surveying all the dishes.

She placed plates on the counter for us. “Yeah, I know how
much you love my Thai food so I spent the afternoon making it for you.”

I crossed my arms and leant my hip against the counter. “And
what if I hadn’t shown? That’s a fuckload of food, baby.”

She gave me her sexy grin. “Oh, I was pretty sure you’d
show.”

I raised a brow, amused and way the fuck turned on at her
confidence. “Really?”

A laugh escaped her lips and fuck me, I had to control the
urge to close the distance between us and take her right now. She came to me,
though, and I knew dinner was gonna go cold. She moved right into my space,
laced her hands around my neck and pressed herself against my erection.
“Really. You’re a man who can’t get enough pussy ever, and you seem to like
mine, so I figured what I gave you this morning wouldn’t be enough and that
you’d be back for more.”

I placed my hands on her ass and gripped her hard. She had
no chance of escaping me now even if she wanted to. Bending my mouth to her
ear, I growled, “Baby, I don’t just fuckin’
like
your pussy. On a scale
of one to ten, it rates off the charts. If you were the only woman alive, I’d
kill every motherfucker to make sure you only had eyes for me.” I shifted my
face so I could look her in the eyes. “And Evie, it’s not just your pussy I
love.” I placed my hand over her heart, and whispered, “I love what’s in here.”

She stared at me, the playfulness gone from her eyes. Her
arm reached up and she gently laid her hand against my cheek. “I love you, Kick
Hanson.”

Fuck, I was an idiot to walk away from her three years ago.
She had everything I’d ever wanted, but I’d let Jeremy convince me I wasn’t
good enough for her. That my world would only bring her harm. In this moment, I
knew deep in my bones that I would
never
let any harm come to her. I’d
fight to the bitter end to ensure her safety.

I lifted her and placed her on the counter. Stepping in
between her legs, I brought my hand up to her singlet and skimmed my fingers
over her breasts. A moment later, I had her singlet and bra off, and a mouthful
of tit. My dick was so damn hard for her and I barely stopped myself from
ripping the rest of her clothes off and banging her on the kitchen floor.

She arched her back, pushing her tit harder against my
mouth, and I groaned. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Lifting my
mouth from her breast, I trailed kisses up her neck until I reached her mouth.
Lightly biting her lip, I asked, “Are we gonna need the cuffs again or are you
gonna play fair?”

Her legs wrapped around me as she promised, “I’ll play fair
tonight.”

I let go of her hair and put my arms around her so I could
lift her off the counter and carry her into the bedroom. After I let her down,
I asked, “How many orgasms do you want tonight, baby?”

Eagerness flashed in her eyes and her hands went to her
pants to undo them. “Just keep going until I pass out,” she said as she pushed
her shorts down.

I undid my jeans as I watched her remove her panties. Fuck,
I was almost fucking panting like a horny teenager. She did that to me. I
couldn’t even wait. I reached for my dick and gave it a tug while never taking
my eyes off her pussy.

She came closer to me and removed all my clothes while I
kept stroking myself. Her scent intoxicated me, sending me closer to the edge.
Her first orgasm was gonna come soon because I couldn’t delay this any longer.
I had to get my dick in her.

I scooped her up and a moment later I had her under me on
the bed. Reaching down to her pussy, I got her started with my fingers.

Her hands reached for my face and pulled me down for a kiss.
“Fuck, Kick, can we just start with your dick and skip the fingers?” she begged
after she let my mouth go.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I did as she asked and thrust my cock in. “Never say I don’t
fuckin’ do as I’m asked,” I grunted as I pulled out and slammed back into her.

Hard, because she fucking loved it hard.

She held on tight as I relentlessly chased our orgasms. Her
eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly as she took it all. I didn’t move my
gaze from her face; watching her unravel with pleasure had to be one of my
favourite things to do.

As my release built, her pussy squeezed around my dick and
she cried out my name as she came.

Fuck
.

I kept at it until it hit me as well, and I gave one last
hard thrust before coming inside her. My eyes closed as the orgasm exploded
through me. It was the orgasm of motherfucking orgasms.

Evie did that to me.

I finally reopened my eyes and found her staring at me with
a sexy gaze; a well fucking sated gaze. Shifting so I was beside her on the bed
with a leg slung over her, I said, “One down and more to go, but I’m gonna need
that food you made me first.”

She moved onto her side and ran her hand along my leg that
was now lying over her legs. Her hand made it to my ass where it lingered for a
few moments before she ran it all the way up my side to my face. Smiling at me,
she said, “I think that deserves a reward.”

“Too fuckin’ right that deserves a reward. Fuck, I think it
also deserves a blow job later.”

She licked her lips. “You have the best ideas, baby,” she
said as she moved off the bed. “I’m going to clean up and then I’ll meet you in
the kitchen.”

Again I wondered, how the hell did I get so damn lucky?

*****

We ate dinner and had just finished cleaning up when I leant
against the counter and watched Evie finish packing up the leftovers to put in
the fridge. The meal she’d cooked had been amazing but she’d always been a good
cook so that had never been in doubt. She covered the last dish with tin foil
and as she walked to the fridge she caught me watching her and flashed me a
smile. Tilting her head, she asked, “What’s going through your mind? You look
deep in thought.”

I wrestled with my decision whether to tell her or not. I’d
actually been struggling with this decision for a few days and I’d come to the
conclusion that for Evie and I to move forward, I had to tell her.

“It was Jeremy,” I started and then stopped, trying hard to
get the words out right.

She frowned as she put the last dish in the fridge. Shutting
the door, she came to me and asked, “What was Jeremy?”

Shit, I had to get this out right because I didn’t want her
to end up hating him. I raked my fingers through my hair. “The reason I ended
things with you. Jeremy convinced me that letting you get close to Storm would
put you in danger, so I pulled away.”

She stared at me, shock evident on her face. “What? I don’t
understand . . . why would he do that when he knew all I wanted was to be with
you?”

Fuck.

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her close.
“Because he loved you as much as I do. Because he was the best friend either of
us had, and he didn’t want you to get hurt from your involvement with the club.
Don’t hate him, baby. He only wanted the best for you.”

Wide eyes looked up at me, and the pain I saw there gutted
me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have told her.

When she burst into tears, I wrapped her in my arms and
pulled her close.

Her body shook with sobs and I pressed my lips to her
forehead, trying to soothe her.

We stayed wrapped together for a long time, allowing the
memories to come and the grief to flow through us. I fucking missed him, and I
wondered if this shit would ever get easier. Not having him in my life had been
hard but at least I’d always known he was close if I needed him. Now, he was
fucking unreachable and that left a hole that would never be filled by anyone
ever again. Not even Evie.

Eventually she pulled away and looked up at me through
tear-soaked lashes. “I don’t hate him. I never could . . . I’m glad you told
me, because it changes the way I feel about how we ended things.”

My brows pulled together. “How?”

She sucked in a breath and gave me a hesitant glance. “I
thought you didn’t love me enough to fight for me, but now I can see you loved
me so much that you walked away with unselfish motives. You’re such a good man,
Kick, and you don’t even realise it.”

Her words washed over me like a soothing shot of love. They
weren’t accurate words but I fucking needed them and let a sliver of them in. I
let them wash away some of the grime that covered my heart.

“Fuck, all that wasted time,” I muttered.

Her eyes searched mine. “What made you change your mind
after all this time?” she asked softly.

Moment of truth. I didn’t want to, but I had to speak
honestly even if it hurt her. I’d decided that being completely open with her
was the only way we’d survive this harsh world together. “You’ve got no clue
how hard it was for me to stay away all these years. When you shut me out
completely a year ago, it nearly fuckin’ destroyed me, baby. I’ve done a lot of
things I never thought I would since then, not giving one shit about anything,
because the only thing worth giving a shit about was lost to me. Some days I
wake up disgusted with the person I’ve allowed myself to become. When Jeremy
got in touch with me a couple of months ago, he told me he thought he was
wrong. He said he’d watched you lose yourself over the last year and that he
knew you and I should be together regardless of the club.”

“Why didn’t you come to me then?” I hated the sadness in her
voice. She was right, though. I should have fixed this back then.

I looked at her with the regret that weighed me down. “I
wasn’t convinced he was right. The person I’d become wasn’t someone I wanted
you to know . . . but when he died . . . fuck, that fucked with my mind, Evie.
I replayed everything over and over in my mind a million times, and then when I
saw you at the funeral, I knew I had no choice.” I paused and gave her a small
smile. “My mind had no choice because my heart had already made it.”

I’d barely gotten the words out when her arms came up around
my neck and her mouth took over mine in a kiss I’d have paid all the money I
had in the world for. It was a kiss that told me I’d made the right decision to
be open with her and that I’d made the absolute right choice to fight for her.

It was a kiss that sealed my future.

Evie would be mine forever.

I’d make damn sure of it.

Evie