Spike (11 page)

I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but it’s like the old Eevie is back. We’d both been working hard, and the poor girl has had her head buried in that damn laptop. I can tell she’s had a lot on her mind. “What’s got you in a good mood?” I say, not wanting to make too much of a big deal of how she’s been lately.

“I just finished off something that’s been … hanging over me.”

“Good to hear, babe. What do ya feel like for dinner? I can cook.”
Even though I’m exhausted.

“Let’s go out, get stuck into the wine, and then …” she says as she draws me in close, and nibbles at my ear. “… when I get you home, I wanna fuck so hard as many times as you can handle, until we’re reduced to a breathless mess, unable to do anything other than sleep.”

Holy hell
. That’s one hell of a challenge. Of course, I’m totally up for it.

I snatch my wallet from the bench. “I’ll call a cab,” I say, unable to hide my excitement.

My girl is back.

I change my shirt, and Eevie comes out of the bedroom. She changed into a pair of spray-on jeans and a low-cut top.
Tease
. My eyes feast upon the subtle curves of her hips and those long legs. How does she expect me to hold it together after not having sex for nearly a week? Or is that the point? Maybe she wants the first time hot and fast, and the second … well, the second can be the marathon.
Fuck, I love a good marathon
. Yeah, that look on her face right now … she so wants it.

I’m gonna have her that fucking exhausted, but the smile on her face will be totally worth it. They’d better serve our dinner fast, that’s for sure.

****

We order several entrees and a few tapas-style dishes to share. Hopefully this will mean a quick meal. I don’t care if I go hungry. I can eat two bacon and egg rolls for breakfast to make up for it. And after the workout tonight, I guarantee I’ll wake up starved. Certainly not from sex, though.
Geez, get excited much?

I fill Eevie’s wine glass, careful not to let her go too overboard. I know she seems keen for a bit of a drink, but she barely drinks anymore, and she won’t be able to handle as much as she thinks she can. There’s nothing worse than trying to fuck like a mad man while worrying she might throw up on me. That’s not my style. I want her to have just enough to get her relaxed and feed that hungry, horny animal inside her.

When I’m desperate for sex, I’m off my game, not as focused. Not only is sex having that contact, that connection between us, but it melts away the stress … I don’t know, it grounds me. I guess I’m used to having red-hot sex that many times a week, and when it suddenly ground to a halt it shook me up. But tonight, we’ll more than make up for it.

Eevie’s all smiles, like when she’d aced the last exam, but I don’t think she received any results today. Not that she mentioned, anyway. I’m not complaining; it’s just such a contrast to how she’s been the last week. Up, down, up, down. I was almost at the point of saying something to her, but I didn’t want to upset her. I’m not a relationship expert, and I’m still getting used to living together. I don’t want to fuck this up. She’s under enough stress, and truth be told, my brain’s been fried, anyway. I’m just glad she’s snapped out of it.

After nibbling at a few dishes, and a couple of glasses of Shiraz later, Eevie runs her foot up the inside of my calf. She might as well have grabbed my cock and knelt at my feet. Just that touch has the blood rushing to my pants. Taking my hand across the table, she runs the soft pads of her fingers over my hard callouses, eyeing me like she wants to devour me. Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip and then she presses those soft lips together. I clear the lump in my throat.

“Do you want some more to eat?” she asks, like she’s asking me an entirely different question. She might have as well said “Are you ready for sex yet?”

I move my head from side to side. No more food.

The corner of her mouth curls up as she takes my hand and dips my index finger into the remaining spicy sauce left on one of the plates. She leans closer, giving me a man’s-eye view of her tits and takes my finger into her hot, wet mouth. I nearly choke on the breath I rush in as she takes her lips to the base of my finger, sucking it hard and wrapping her tongue around it as she slowly releases it. She places my hand on the table and licks her lips before sitting back in her chair, her hooded eyes begging me to take her home.

I wave my hand in the air to get the attention of … anyone. Preferably someone who can help me with the bill.

“I can’t interest you in dessert?” the waitress asks, wide-eyed, like I’d be a fucking moron not to have dessert here.

“No, we’re having dessert at home,” I bark out, blunter than I’d intended.

Eevie laughs softly behind her delicate fingers as I pass a couple of notes to the waitress.

Hand in hand, I practically drag Eevie along as we powerwalk to the cab rank.
Thank fuck there’s one waiting.
Eevie gets in the back first, and I slide in beside her, sitting in the middle seat. It’d be impossible to spend the ride home on the other side of the car … even if it’s only a ten-minute trip. The driver is playing some intense opera on the radio, and any other time I might say something, but this time, it’s perfect.

“Ten Elm Avenue,” I direct the driver right away so I can concentrate on the rest of the journey. I’ve given Eevie an orgasm during a cab ride before, and wasn’t that a fucking rush, but this time she won’t get a result. She’ll be so worked up, she’ll be
begging
for it by the time we get home.

The
only
thing that’s good about winter is layers. Layers to hide hands and fingers, and a swollen cock that’s close to climax. Being in the back seat of a cab in the dark has its advantages too.

I start trailing kisses on her neck and ear, making sure my two-day stubble grazes her soft skin in sexy little swirls. About a minute of this will do. Already she’s panting, her chest rising and falling faster than normal.

I slip one hand behind her back under her shirt, brushing my fingers like spiders’ legs over the little dimples at the bottom of her spine. All the while, my head is resting in the crook of her neck, my warm breath on her skin making her shiver. I move my hand to her hip, digging my fingers in and pulling her body closer. She groans softly, and throws her head back against the headrest, the violins masking her sounds from the driver.

I run my other hand from her knee, firmly up the inseam of her jeans under the coat on her lap. I avoid the place where she wants me to touch the most … it’s not time yet, as much as I’m dying for it to be. It won’t be long before I unbutton her jeans, but until then, patience will have to be her new best friend.

I run my hand up her other leg before brushing the bare skin of her toned stomach, just above the waistband of her jeans. Her muscles flinch beneath me, and she squirms in her seat.

Unbuttoning her jeans, I slowly pull the zipper down and lightly run my fingers over the silkiness of her underwear. “Do you want me to touch you?” I mutter in her ear.

She runs her hand through my hair, lifting my eyes to meet her gaze.
She wants it bad.
This is gonna be the longest cab ride in history, and we’re probably only five minutes from home.

“It’s all I ever want,” she whispers.

Fuck me. Her words are almost enough for me to come in my pants. My cock is hard enough to bust open my zipper.

Her small hand hovers over my heart, and then she runs her nails firmly over my nipples. It’s the next best thing to her mouth on them; her hot, wet mouth.

“How can I say no?” I slip my hand into the front of her jeans, cupping her mound. She spreads her trembling legs wider, and my fingers slip into the wetness that awaits. My heart beats faster, my cock throbbing with each gentle stroke. One finger explores first, while my thumb rests against her swollen clit. She bucks beneath my hand as two fingers slide in, tight against her inner muscles.

If I was anywhere else but in this cab, I’d have her clothes in a pile on the floor and my cock would be buried deep inside her instead of my fingers. I stroke long and deep, massaging the parts of her that only I get to touch. Parts that are all mine.

I try to be discreet, but it’s hard to hold back. I’ve never been kicked out of a cab before, but I’d say someone getting finger-fucked in the back of their car is not ideal. I bet they see a lot of crazy shit.

I thumb down on her clit, and she squeezes herself tight around my fingers, making my cock as hard as stone. The violins on the radio become louder and more erratic, in time with her breath as her hand moves to push me in deeper.

I wrap my lips around her earlobe, and she whimpers as I bite down softly. “Sorry, baby, but you’re not coming without me inside
here
,” I say, my voice deep as I wiggle my fingers inside her. I withdraw them, and zip up her jeans.

Her mouth agape, she stares at me and I swear she blinks “are you kidding me” in Morse code. A giant smile splits my face. I fucking love it.

The music softens as the taxi pulls to a stop.

“That’ll be fifteen dollars thanks,” the driver says, not even turning around. I hand him a couple of notes, and open the door. I take Eevie’s hand and pull her across the back seat. Once on the path, I pull her close and whisper in her ear. “Come on … We’ve got some unfinished business to attend to.”

Laughter bubbles up her throat as we run to the door to escape the cold. In the bedroom, shoes and clothes meet haphazardly on the floor, being peeled off in less than a minute.

Eevie lies back on the bed, her long legs open. I pounce on her. “I thought I was gonna get another cab ride with a happy ending,” she says, pouting her bottom lip.

“No, baby. But you can have one right here.” I bury my cock in deep, and she gasps, arching her back beneath me.

“Aidan … fuck,” she moans, pushing her hips up to meet me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper before sliding my tongue into her mouth, taking her breath with it.

Her nipples harden as they bounce against my chest with every deep thrust. It has me teetering on the brink of filling her so hard it might take me a bit to recover for round two … and three if we make it.

She pulls her lips from mine. “Harder,” she begs.

I lift her legs to my shoulders, and kiss each ankle. “You ready?” I breathe out, preparing for that moment I’ve been imagining since I called that cab.

“Yes!” she calls out, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I give her what she wants … which is exactly what I want. Fuck me if her wanting it hard and fast isn’t the sexiest thing ever.

I pull out to the tip, and slam into her wet heat, which in no time has me gripping her hips and spilling deep inside her. My head falls back, my neck unable to hold it up as powerful waves overtake my body.

Eevie groans, gripping my legs and pushing her calves against my chest as I slowly come to a stop.

“I’ve missed you too,” she says, with a smile that’s different. I’ve seen a lot of her smiles, but it’s what’s lurking in her eyes that catches me off-guard. Whatever it is, judging by her words she must know what I mean.

I withdraw from her, and flop on the bed beside her. Her arms follow me, as if she’s afraid to take them away. I draw her in close, and let out a loud sigh as my heart rate calms down. Eevie snuggles against my chest, squeezing tight around my waist. I kiss her on the top of her head, my nostrils tickled by her sweet-smelling hair. She moves her head, and glances up at me through her long lashes.

“I love you more than anything, Aidan,” she says softly, the words creating a twinge deep in my chest. A feeling that only she can cause.

“I love you too, baby girl,” I say with as much emotion as I can lace around those words. I kiss her strong and sweet, feeling her melt in my arms. There’s still something up with her, though. I can tell she’s still stressed. Hopefully by the end of term, she’ll be fully back to her old self.

I reluctantly pull my lips from hers. “I’m gonna take a quick shower … You wanna come?” I say, and kiss her softly on the lips. I wink. Her mouth pulls into a smirk.

“I was planning on
coming
, but I haven’t had the chance yet,” she says, poking me in the ribs. I jump from her touch, and tweak her nipple between my teeth.

“I must be a horrible lay. Let me make it up to you,” I say cheekily and scramble out of bed. I pull her upright, and she follows me into the bathroom.

“Well, okay then,” she says, her tone bored.

I playfully slap her bare arse, and she laughs as she tries to slap me back. “Shower first. Then I promise, round two’s gonna be spectacular.”

****

* EEVIE *

I’m back on top of things. Life is good. It’s been a week since that windy day in the park, and even though I’m still flat out with studies, I’m feeling like I’m back on track.

As much as it pains me to have lied to him, Aidan was none the wiser, although when he said the other night he had been “missing me”, it probably meant I didn’t hide it too well. I did the best I could in a bad situation. Still, I don’t want Aidan to think I’m normally so up and down with my emotions, as over the years I’ve managed to keep things so under control.

When my phone rings, I answer it without looking at the display.

“Miss Lawson,” the electronic voice says, expelling all the air from my lungs.

“What do you want?” I choke out, my ribcage expanding as it desperately fought for air.

“Ten thousand by the end of the week. We’ve happened to come across some
very interesting
footage.”

Oh, God. I thought this was done. I paid them. I thought my nightmare was over. I should have known it was too good to be true.

“Of what?” I growl.

“A rather intimate camping trip.” I cover my mouth. Oh God, someone
was
there. I knew it. I didn’t imagine those noises.