“Please,” he begs. “I need you. Now.”
I roll on the condom and coat my sheathed dick with lube. I never take my eyes off Evan’s as I slowly push inside, giving him time to adjust and me a minute to get my composure.
“Move. Please.” His words come out gravelly and barely audible. When I don’t move, Evan grabs my ass and pulls me deeper into him. I lean down and kiss him before pulling out a little and slamming into him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans.
Need takes over and I start moving, slow at first, but every noise Evan makes goes straight to my dick, causing me to move faster and faster. He reaches down to stroke himself, but I push his hand away, grabbing both his wrists and pinning him to the bed. Plowing into him harder and harder until I blow my load into the condom much too soon.
“Fuck. That. Was. Hot,” Evan gasps between breaths. I pull out of him and scoot down the bed enough to take him in my mouth. “Shit. Isaac. God that feels amazing.”
I move my mouth up and down his shaft several times, working him deeper into my throat. After several minutes, he taps my shoulder. I don’t bother stopping. He taps me again.
“Isaac, I’m gonna…” Without finishing the thought, he releases into my mouth. I swallow every drop, slowly releasing him and falling down beside him.
“That was perfect. Holy shit, you’re good,” I tell him. He smiles at me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling the comforter over us. Home. This is where I belong. “I love you, Evan.”
He responds with a quiet snore. I wore my baby out.
NINETEEN
EVAN
My parents arrived last night, and we had a late dinner before going to bed. We were all too tired to spend any real time together. This morning, I took them out for breakfast and showed them around a little.
I gave them a tour of the stadium and we watched the team practice for about thirty minutes. They were impressed with the employee box and even commented that they might come for a game later in the season.
Even though I know my employees should be good for the next few days without me, it makes me nervous being away. I’m somewhat of a workaholic and control freak. I like to do everything myself rather than rely on others to help. Hope knows to call if something comes up she can’t handle. Ha, as if that will happen. She can probably do my job better than me. It will do me good to keep that in mind and enjoy this time with my parents. I’d never been away from them for more than a few days before moving to Miami three months ago.
Three months. Wow. It’s hard to believe I haven’t lived here longer. I finally found my rhythm at work, making the job less stressful, and I’ve fallen in love with my perfect man.
“What are you doing out here?” Mom asks, joining me on the small balcony. She and Dad laid down for a quick nap after lunch.
“Thinking.”
“Anything you want to share.”
“Thinking about how much I’m enjoying Miami. I wasn’t sure the first few weeks if I would like living here. I missed home and you guys so much, but I’ve made some friends and I love my job.”
“Have you met anyone special?”
“What? Why would ask me that?” My voice is a little high, likely giving away my lie.
“Because you’re different. You’re happier than I’ve ever seen you and I’m wondering if that has something to do with a man.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I assert.
“You’ll tell me about him when you’re ready,” she declares, patting my leg. “As long as he treats you well. You don’t need a repeat of Mike.
How the hell do moms always know your business even when you say absolutely nothing to give anything away? It’s like some weird mom superpower. If this conversation continues, I’m going to slip up and give my relationship with Isaac away. I have to respect his wishes and keep the secret whether I agree with him or not.
“I assure you, I will never let anyone treat me the way Mike did.” I give her a little reassurance without giving anything away. “How about a glass of wine?” I offer. Mom enjoys sweet, white wine, so I bought a few bottles of her favorite Moscato.
“That sounds nice.”
“Relax. I’ll bring it to you.”
When I get to the kitchen, Dad is there drinking a glass of water.