Evelyn Vine Be Mine (23 page)

Candy chuckled beside me and stood up from the table. “I’m finished Evie. I’m going to go and get ready to go out. Looks like Stone wants you over there,” she said with a smirk.

“I’ll stay at Mason’s again tonight,” she added with a wink, before skipping out of the hall.

Great, I thought, She didn’t even give me any advice on what to do tonight.

Would Stone try to touch me again? Should I try to be a more active participant? Did I want to become his special fuck buddy?

As far as I was concerned he hadn’t shown any signs of wanting a romantic attachment. With a sigh, I stood up and made my way through the tables to Stone, trying desperately to ignore the stares. I sat down in my seat and he pushed his extra tray toward me. He’d bought me dinner. I smiled up at him to show my thanks. A flicker of emotion moved in his eyes, but his expression didn’t change. He tapped my nose gently and turned back to his plate. I looked around the table and everyone’s heads snapped away as if they’d been watching us. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and picked at my meal.

Donny gave my knee a gentle smack and winked at me. “You’re looking nice and curvy today,” he told me, his eyes moving over the length of leg exposed by my pink, corduroy mini-skirt. I blushed and ran my hands over them nervously. Stone frowned at Donny, but didn’t say anything. Briar grinned at me and poked her head under the table to look at them. I quickly clamped my legs together in case anyone else decided to have a look.

“They do look more toned and shapely,” her muffled voice said with satisfaction. Her head reappeared and her eyes shone with excitement.

“We should do a weigh and measure tomorrow,” Alec suggested with a small smile, “You’re arms are looking healthier as well.”

Jamie laughed as he took a large bite from his burger. “Your tits are better too!” he said with his mouth full.

Fredi laughed and eyed them critically as Stone growled and Alec slapped the back of Jamie’s head. I suddenly felt naked in my T-shirt as the other males at the table looked their fill. I think Stone sensed how uncomfortable I was becoming, because he glared down everyone until they left the table. Left and right people made excuses to go, leaving just me, Briar and Stone. Stone and I sat in silence as Briar talked about her latest design project, stopping every now and then to giggle at us.

As soon as I finished my dinner, Stone stood and pulled me with him, nodding at Briar and walking towards the stairs. I hastily waved at Bri over my shoulder as I hurried after him. My pulse kicked up as we made our way to my room. Equal doses of anticipation and anxiety rushed through me, making me feel a little lightheaded. My hands shook as I turned the key, half expecting Stone to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder at any minute. He didn’t though, and we slowly walked inside the room. Stone had obviously planned to come straight to my room, because he’d worn a singlet and thin track pants to dinner in preparation for sleeping in my bed.

I wondered what he usually wore to sleep. My brothers all slept in boxers. None of them wore shirts to bed…not even singlets. I’d seen Stone shirtless before…but did he deliberately leave his clothes on to make me feel more comfortable? I thought back to that first night he’d slept in my bed, and the night he started to spoon me, realising that if he’d indeed been dressed only in boxers, I probably would have hyperventilated.

Stone didn’t turn the music on tonight and he didn’t grab me and pull me down onto the bed. Instead, he withdrew one of his music textbooks from the backpack he’d left by my bed and started to do his reading assignment. I knew for a fact that it was due tomorrow morning, so I quietly went to the bathroom to change and then sat down at my desk to do my own study.

***

Two hours later, Stone put his work away and crawled over the bed to walk to my chair. I held my breath, certain that he’d lean down and kiss me. Maybe he’d pull me from the chair into his arms and then press me up against the wall. I looked up at him uncertainly, hopefully, fearfully, but the room went black as he turned off the light and I couldn’t see his face. One of his hands grasped in the dark for mine and he tugged me gently from my chair, guiding me to the bed. I crawled blindly onto it, lying in the middle on my back.

The bed dipped as he propped a knee beside me, but he simply rolled me onto my side and scooted in behind me. I waited in the darkness for him to touch me, my nerves on edge, my body wanting to welcome him, my mind warning me not to and my heart…still undecided.

His arm came around my body and his hand crept under my singlet. Butterflies danced beneath his fingers as he stroked me in slow, soothing circles. His mouth moved to my neck and shoulders, lightly kissing along my heated flesh. Tonight his touch was light and soothing, last night it had been firm and bold. He didn’t attempt to touch me anywhere else, his movements becoming slower and less frequent, before he eventually fell asleep. I frowned down at his hand.

I was confused…

Again!

And…

Unbearably horny!

***

Early the next morning, I woke to the soft pressure of his lips against mine and eagerly opened my mouth for more. Kissing Stone was addictive. He always tasted like chocolate or sugar and his lips were perfect: soft and smooth in texture, but firm in delivery. I inwardly groaned in protest as he drew back and started to move away from the bed. I hesitated for a moment, before tentatively reaching out for his hand. He stopped and looked down at me in question. I shuffled backward on the bed, making room for him as I tugged gently on his hand.

Watching me carefully, he slowly climbed back into the bed and lay on his side, facing me. His hand wove into my messy hair as he leant forward and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I sucked at his top lip in response and he angled his head to smoothly slide his tongue inside. I sucked at it eagerly and he made a muffled noise in response. I presumed he liked it, because his hand left my hair to grab my ass and pull me up against him. He was rock hard against my thighs and I felt a burst of triumph at being able to excite him. I bit his lip a little too enthusiastically and I felt his breath suck in, before his tongue flicked lightly over the wound. I offered my own forward in an attempt to sooth the hurt, but it was cut short by my shocked gasp as Stone rolled onto his back, taking me with him.

I pushed up slightly to look down at him, spreading my legs to rest on either side of his stomach. I smiled shyly, unused to being on top of a man, let alone one I didn’t know very well. Stone looked up at me patiently, waiting, his hands stroking my bare thighs. Slowly, I bent forward and propped my hands on either side of his head. I lowered my mouth to his and almost immediately he went back into action, thrusting one hand beneath my singlet and the other grasping my neck as he took the kiss deeper. He rose up onto his elbows and trailed kisses down my neck to reach my chest. He took turns sucking each nipple through my thin singlet and I moaned, wishing his mouth was kissing my skin.

His mouth moved back to mine for a quick kiss, before he returned his head to the pillow and grasped my hips, moving me down his body to straddle his. I gasped at the feeling of his erection resting snugly against my own sex. I blushed again, feeling like a naïve virgin, despite my past experiences. I sat up straight and stared down at him as he pulled his singlet off and looked up at me. My eyes dropped to his hard, tanned torso and my mouth went dry. I glanced back at his face, breathing a little harder than before.

Touch me, his eyes implored, but that could have just been wishful thinking on my part. I took a deep breath and gingerly reached out to trail a finger down the centre of his body. The muscles in his chest and abdomen twitched and his hands tightened on my hips. I gathered up all my courage and started to touch him more boldly, loving the feel of his hard, hot flesh beneath my fingers.

His hands moved to my ass and he started moving me against him, grinding his pelvis against mine. My eyes widened as I felt his huge erection slide over my swelling folds. It wasn’t long before I was moving with him, questing for better friction. Once I built a rhythm, his hands stopped helping and thrust beneath my singlet, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples. I bit my lip in uncertainty, before grabbing the bottom of my top and whipping it over my head.

His harsh groan startled me and I soon found myself pulled back up his body so that he could reach my mouth for a kiss. I pressed my naked chest to his and felt his breath suck in sharply. His hands moved to stroke my back, before he slipped one of them down the front of my sleep shorts. He didn’t try to get in my knickers, but stroked me through the thin cotton instead.

He pushed up onto his other elbow and ducked his head, nudging my body away from his so that he could suck a bare nipple into his mouth. I cried out in surprise, not remembering it feeling this way with Ben. I closed my eyes and tried to keep quiet, wondering if my breasts had always been this sensitive.

He released my breast and pushed my hips back down to his, moving against me in a now familiar motion. I pressed down into him, grinding against him, making sure he hit just the right spots. His eyes were intense as he stared up at me, that strange, liquid mercury colour growing darker, the emotion in them hot, instead of his usual cold. I looked away, focussing on the dusky pink of his nipples against the tan of his chest. I had the sudden urge to know how he tasted, so I bent and bravely licked a nipple.

Stone gasped. Actually gasped aloud! The sound was still masculine and deep, but it was a gasp all the same. His hands moved to my ass and squeezed as he rubbed me harder and faster against him. He watched my face, as if looking for something. I could feel my release getting closer and closer. My hands dug into his ribs and I bit my lip, throwing my head backward and closing my eyes to hide from his penetrating gaze. I could hear the harsh raggedness of Stone’s breath and wondered whether this was as good for him, whether he too was close to coming. The idea threw me over the edge and I jerked wildly, gasping as I came. I heard Stone swear under his breath before his hands tightened on me and he gave four last thrusts, his movements hard, uncontrolled and sharp.

I collapsed forward onto his chest and he caught me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as our breaths calmed. I blushed when I realised I was topless and rolled off him, stumbling onto the floor before he could catch me. I pulled my singlet on and moved back to the bed, not wanting him to feel rejected by my abrupt move. I shyly perched on the edge of the bed and waited for him to say something.

He groaned and flinched, sitting up in the bed and glancing toward the bathroom. I look at him with concern, hoping I hadn’t hurt him (I could still see my fingermarks on his ribs). He pulled the waistband of his track pants out and glanced inside with a small frown. I giggled when I realised what the problem was. I figured it had been a while since Grant Stone had come in his pants. He glared at me, but it melted into a very small, wry smile. He pulled my head close for a quick kiss and walked toward the bathroom.

I smiled at his back as he walked stiffly, but it faded as I realised I still had no idea what our relationship was. I shrugged and figured that we were probably in the casual, but closed, relationship category. I thought about it for a moment and decided that that was alright with me. Boyfriends like Stone were bossy and controlling and selfish. I wasn’t in the market for one. Still…If we were going to be…sleeping together….perhaps we should try to get to know each other a little better.

“Grant,” I called from the safety of the bed when I heard the shower stop.

He poked his head out the door, wearing only a towel and dripping everywhere. I made myself look him in the eyes as I quietly said, “I’m going for my run. Want to come with me?”

I didn’t know if Stone ever ran, but he seemed pretty fit from what I saw at the gym and we’d both be heading there soon for a session before our first classes. I could tell he took a moment to think it over, though his expression didn’t change. He gave me a brisk nod and shut the door behind him.

I’d just finished pulling my own gym clothes on when there was a knock at my front door. I opened it quickly, curious as to who was knocking on my door so early. Alec stood there with a wide grin on his face.

“Hey Evie,” he greeted me cheerfully and thrust a pair of gym shorts at me, “These are for Stone. He said you two were going running.”

I watched him closely, trying to see any sign that he knew why Stone needed him to bring shorts. After a moment I decided that he didn’t know and took the shorts from him with a smile.

“Thanks,” I said softly, “He’s in the bathroom.”

Alec nodded and ruffled my hair with a laugh, reminding me that I had scary bed-head and needed to find a brush and hair tie. “I’ll see you at the gym,” he said, before backing up and closing the door. I ran to the bathroom door, opened it a crack and threw the shorts in for Stone, before running to my dresser and tackling my nest of hair. I’d only just finished when Stone walked out and started pulling on his shoes. I grabbed my water bottle and hat and then we left the building, heading out to the rugby pitch to run some laps.