Everything: A Singed Wings Novel (17 page)

Her words immediately erased most of the anger jetting through my veins. I still wasn’t happy she was out with him, because I knew damned well Mr. Carroll wasn’t interested in being “just friends.” But that was his fucking problem.

“And us?” I asked, as my mouth grazed from her throat to her hairline. “Are we
just friends
too, beautiful Belle?”

“We’re not friends,” she hissed when I caught her earlobe between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it. “And we shouldn’t… we
can’t
do this again. I’m your teacher.”

She made no attempt to open her eyes or to move away despite her claim, and I had no intention of stopping until she explicitly told me to. As she fought her own inner battle of right versus wrong, mind against body, I planned on showing her every reason we absolutely should and could do it again. And again and again.

“Indeed you are, Ms. Sloan,” I murmured against her delicate flesh, ghosting kisses from her ear to her barely-parted lips. “But right now, I think it’s time you learn a little lesson of your own.”

My mouth slammed down on hers, swallowing whatever her response was going to be. The lesson I had in mind involved a lot of doing, and not much talking. The question and answer portion came after the hands-on demonstration.

I swept my tongue across her lips, and she opened up for me without any resistance. My dick throbbed and twitched against my zipper as her hands fisted my shirt and tugged me closer. Our tongues melted together, the intensity of the kiss building deeper and deeper until I had to break free.

“Everett,” she breathed, reaching for me as I drew back. God, the sound of my name on her lips, full of desperate need, was like a direct hit of lightning between my legs. Instantly, I was rock-fucking-hard.

Belle Sloan awakened the untamed, possessive animal that lurked inside me. One I never knew existed before her. And there was no way of putting him back in his cage now.

“Turn around and look at the mirror, Ms. Sloan,” I commanded in a soft but stern voice.

Uncertainty washed over her face. “What? Why?”

My nostrils flared as I pinned her with my hungry gaze. “I want you to see how I can unravel you with just my touch. I want to show you how responsive you are when I play your body like my favorite guitar, composing the sexiest fucking song you’ve ever heard.” I stepped closer, grasping the nape of her neck with one hand and tilting her head back to peer up at me. Lust pooled in her glassy brown gaze. “And I want you to watch as I make you come all over my fingers, knowing at any moment someone could walk in here and catch us. Including the
friend
you came here with.”

Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as I held her stare with my own. A knife wouldn’t have been able to cut through the sexual tension between us. My control was slipping rapidly, and I couldn’t ever remember craving something so much in my life. She was my ultimate weakness. And I had no idea why.

Without another word, she turned to face the mirror and her eyes immediately found mine through our reflection. Surrendering to the inevitable. The fight was over… at least for now.

Stepping forward, I pressed my front against her back, my erection nuzzled against the curve of her ass. Pure instinct fueled both my actions and my words, and I didn’t second-guess what felt natural with her.

“Can’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you taste,” I growled, just before sinking my teeth into the exposed skin of her shoulder.

Throwing her head back against my chest, she screwed her eyes shut as goose bumps covered her arms. I loved witnessing how much that single action affected her, but I wanted to see her face. I needed her to see it for herself.

“I told you to watch,” I warned, triggering her to immediately snap her gaze back to the mirror.

I grinned triumphantly then bit her shoulder again, but this time, I quickly followed it with an open-mouthed kiss to soothe the sting. Then, I did it again and again, migrating toward her neck. Bite… kiss… bite… kiss.
My fingertips dug into her hipbones as I struggled to keep her still while her taut body squirmed with anticipation.

Lightly grazing my teeth over the shell of her ear, I slid one hand under her sweater and across her belly, and then my fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the thin pants she wore, dropping between her legs. When I cupped her pussy and discovered her panties soaked through, a guttural groan rumbled in the back of my throat and I flexed my hips, thrusting my cock against the cleft of her ass.

“So fucking wet for me, Belle,” I whispered, holding our stare in the mirror as I lightly rubbed back and forth over the soaked lace. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but your body shows the truth. Shows how much I affect you… how you want me just as much as I want you.”

She nodded, her lids growing heavy with desire. “But I’m not supposed to…”

Her words trailed off when I edged the thin material of her panties to the side and glided a finger between her slick lips and into her hot, dripping slit. I groaned; my dick was like a steel hammer threatening to bust through my jeans at any moment. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of her, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“Not supposed to what, Ms. Sloan?” I asked, as I added another finger to the mix. Waiting a few seconds to let her adjust to the fullness, I began to slowly slide them in and out of her tight little pussy. “Is this what we’re not supposed to do? Do you want me to stop?”

“Please, Everett, please don’t stop,” she whimpered, grinding down on my hand.

The corners of my mouth curled up in a satisfied smirk. I had no idea what to expect when I’d confronted her, but this was definitely best-case scenario. The look on her face as she writhed against me, begging me, would forever be seared into my brain. It was illegal, unethical, and morally wrong. But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that, and based on the way she urged me on by her rocking hips against my hand, neither did she anymore.

Using the heel of my hand, I pressed down on her swollen clit, rubbing tight, hard circles as the tempo of my thrusting fingers gradually increased. With a gasp, Belle shot up on her toes at the added pressure and gripped the edge of the sink. “Close… so close,” she panted, spreading her legs wider.

“That’s it, beautiful,” I encouraged, both of our eyes now glued to the spot in the mirror where my hand worked her over feverishly under the soft material of her leggings. Somehow, not actually being able to see what I was doing made it even hotter. “Show me what I do to you. Show me how you shouldn’t come for me, but will again and again.”

More spectacular than any fireworks show I’ve ever seen, she exploded with her release, her internal walls clamping down on my fingers as she moaned my name over and over. I rained down adoring kisses along her neck and throat as she rode out her orgasm, soaking in every single aspect of that moment. I would never be able to get enough of her and, after this, I was going to make damn sure she felt the same way too.

When her body finally sagged against mine, I withdrew my hand from between her legs, holding her up with my other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and lifted my fingers, slick and shiny from her arousal to my mouth. Watching her watching me in the mirror, I brought them to my lips and sucked them clean.

“Do I make myself clear on what’s happening here, Ms. Sloan?”

I CALLED IN
sick to work the next Monday. After what happened in the bathroom Saturday night with Everett, I lied to Liam and told him I’d gotten sick, hence the reason I was gone for so long. We’d foregone the final game of pool and left immediately, and when he dropped me off at Lindsey’s front door shortly thereafter, not daring to get close to my make-believe germs, he promised a raincheck for when I felt better. All I could do was nod with a tight-lipped smile and wave goodnight.
Yeah, that’s totally not happening.

I was a terrible person who was probably going to lose her job, do time in the state pen, and live out eternity in Hell, because I couldn’t say no to a teenager. And I no longer wanted to.

Regardless of his age, Everett Templeton affected me in a way that I couldn’t even begin to explain. Getting involved with him was nonsensical, ridiculous, and just downright stupid. I was risking everything I’d worked so hard for over some
kid
I knew very little about. But none of that mattered when his deep, penetrating gaze was fixed on me, making me feel like I was the only person on Earth he saw, stirring something inside me to life that I’d never experienced before. Something I wanted more of.

Waiting for him to graduate would’ve been the smart thing to do. But despite my 4.0 GPA all throughout college and grad school, I clearly was not very smart, because before I left the bathroom that night, in my state of euphoric weakness, I’d given him my phone number.

And when he’d texted me the next morning, with no excuse of being under the influence of alcohol or suffering from post-orgasmic bliss, I’d replied, beginning a string of messages that led up to the last one I’d received, which I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to.

(Sun 7:23AM) Everett:
Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well.

(Sun 8:02AM) Me:
Why are awake so early on a weekend?

(Sun 8:05AM) Everett:
It’s a new dawn…a new day…a new life for me. And I’m feelin’ good.

(Sun 8:08AM) Me:
All right, Michael Buble, if you say so. I need coffee before I feel anything.

(Sun 8:08AM) Everett:
I do say and I like Muse’s rendition of the song better. Brings a modern-day edginess to it. How do you drink your coffee?

(Sun 8:09AM) Me:
Usually with my mouth out of a cup, but sometimes I get wild and use a straw.

(Sun 8:11AM) Everett:
The thought of you acting wild and sucking on things does crazy things to my imagination.

(Sun 8:34AM) Everett:
You disappeared. Let me guess, I’m not supposed to say things like that.

(Sun 8:47AM) Me:
I was taking a quick shower, and no, you’re not.

(Sun 8:51AM) Everett:
A shower? Now you’re just being mean and taunting me. You have plans today?

(Sun 8:53AM) Me:
Not much. Going furniture shopping with my friend for my new apartment in a bit, and then grading papers later. You?

(Sun 8:55AM) Everett:
Ashlynn and I are supposed to work on some new songs, but who knows what time she’ll roll out of bed. Are you already in your new apartment? If you need a truck to haul your furniture around, I’ve got one… in case you forgot :P

(Sun 9:02AM) Me:
I move in next weekend and I’m hoping to have it all delivered. And no, I haven’t forgotten your truck.

(Sun 9:24AM) Me:
Now you’ve disappeared. I’m heading out for breakfast and shopping. Talk later.

(Sun 9:38AM) Everett:
Sorry, all the talk about sucking on things, you showering, and the bed of my truck meant a shower of my own. Especially after the way you left me last night. Devil woman.

(Sun 3:42PM) Me:
Devil woman??? I’m pretty sure what happened last night was all your doing. Just got home btw.

(Sun 4:04PM) Everett:
My doing only because you tempt me with your apple, Ms. Sloan. I’m no better than Adam in the Garden of Eden.

(Sun 4:05PM) Everett:
Did you find everything you needed for your place?

(Sun 4:10PM) Me:
I am no Eve. And mostly, still need to get a kitchen table and chairs, but since it’s just me, I doubt I’ll eat at it much anyway. Living room and bedroom are done. All will be delivered next Saturday morning.

(Sun 4:22PM) Everett:
Way sexier than Eve. What time should I be there Saturday?

(Sun 4:24PM) Me:
Be where?

(Sun 4:27PM) Everett:
At your apartment. It’s not safe for you to be there alone with a bunch of delivery guys, and you can use my man-strength to move things around or hang pictures or whatever. And don’t you need someone to help you break in that new mattress?

(Sun 4:49PM) Me:
Not sure that’s such a great idea. I’m sure I’ll be fine, but thank you.

(Sun 4:55PM) Everett:
Stop overthinking it. We’ll be careful and discreet, and the best place for that is at your place. Unless you need another lesson, of course… But make no mistake, Belle, this is happening.

(Sun 10:17PM) Me:
1533 Kipling St. I’ll be there around 8:30AM.

(Sun 10:18PM) Everett:
I’ll be there. Good night, beautiful. See you tomorrow.

(Sun 10:20PM) Me:
Good night, rockstar.

(Mon 7:58AM) Everett:
Where are you? I brought you a present this morning.