Running Home to You (The Running Series) (3 page)

I try my best to ignore them, but curiosity keeps me peeking over my shoulder, needing to make sure that Evan is keeping his boundaries firm.  My mouth drops when I see him wrap his arms around two young women while a third snaps a picture with her cell phone, then quickly changing places to get her own picture taken.  Without warning, the unthinkable happens – just as the picture is snapped, she plants a kiss on his cheek.  Evan laughs it off, but I’m burning with anger.

Emmy tries to distract me with small talk, but I don’t hear a word she’s saying.  My attention is completely focused on Evan as I see one woman, a long-legged blonde, pulling down her top and exposing abundant cleavage bursting from her lace bra, while handing Evan a Sharpie marker.  She actually wants him to sign her boobs.  Adam takes one look at my reaction and immediately jumps into action.  “Stay right here.  I’m ending this.  Now.”  He makes a beeline directly towards Evan with a look of determination on his face.

Adam is great.  He takes complete control of the situation, making apologies to the crowd, and whisking Evan away from the fray.  In no time at all, Emmy and I are joined by our men and off we go.  I do my best to put on a happy face, although Evan knows I’m not at all comfortable with what I just witnessed.  But he respects my feelings enough not to discount them.  Instead, he simply takes my hands in his and kisses me.  All worries are forgotten, and I find myself grinning once again.

The restaurant is only a few blocks away, so we decide to walk rather than grab a taxi.  The streets are fairly crowded today, thanks to the beautiful spring weather and the start of the Memorial Day weekend.  The sidewalks surrounding Rockefeller Center are filled with tourists and much to our delight, none of them stop us or make a scene.  Evan and I walk hand-in hand along the streets of Manhattan much like any other young couple. 

There’s really nothing that compares to walking the streets of midtown Manhattan.  I spent four years in Denver, and now it seems like a million miles away.  The downtown market in Denver is a lovely pedestrian promenade that is always clean, generally tranquil, and only occasionally exciting.  My favorite event is the Zombie Crawl every October.  It’s the only time the streets are crowded with thousands and filled with the kind of energy that is a constant here in Manhattan.

As we walk, I notice Evan flexing his hand.  “Do you need more Tylenol?” I ask him.  He refuses to take any real painkillers, which I admire.  Unfortunately, he’s been popping Tylenol Extra Strength like it’s Pez.  He nods and I reach into my purse, pop two tablets from a bottle, and hand them to Evan along with my bottle of water.  I’m not comfortable with him taking so much acetaminophen, but I also don’t want to see him in pain.

As we turn a corner, there’s a street performance going on, drawing people in to watch.  Evan and I stop to enjoy the show.  Two young, fit men are putting on an acrobatics show and they are mesmerizing.  Adam and Emmy stop, too, but they are too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to the show.  They’ve only been dating for a few weeks, and they seem to be blissfully happy.

Evan looks down at me with smoldering eyes and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me close.  I reach up, draping my arms around his neck and find the hair at the nape of his neck.  I work my fingers through the strands while running my nails across his scalp.  Evan closes his eyes and releases a moan.  I love the sounds I can get him to make with the slightest touch.  He moves his hands down to my bottom and lifts me off me feet and onto my tiptoes.  Our lips meet for a soft sweet kiss.  When he squeezes my ass, I respond by opening up for him, allowing his tongue entry to explore and caress.  While Evan holds me in his arms, everything around us disappears, leaving us alone in our own world.  Evan has that effect on me.  He releases me and slowly the haze clears.  Emmy is staring at me waiting for an answer to a question I didn’t hear.

“I’m sorry, Emmy.  What was your question?” I ask, slightly flushed and totally contented.

“I asked if you two were ready for dinner.  I’m starving,” she repeats.

“Oh, yeah, food.  Lead the way.”  And off we go, walking arm-in-arm just a few more short blocks to West 53
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Street.  By the time we reach the restaurant, it’s nearly eight o’clock and I’m famished.  Adam’s second prediction is wrong again.  Bobby Flay is not in his restaurant tonight.  But despite that setback, the four of us sit back and enjoy a great meal that doesn’t disappoint.

Made in the Shade

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fter dropping off Emmy and Adam, Evan pulls into our driveway a little after midnight.  He’s been cleared to drive for a little over a week now, and he’s like a teenager with a new driver’s license.  I really enjoyed driving his Porsche, but I think it will be a very long time before I’m permitted to drive it again.  However, on the plus side, being a passenger allows me the luxury of enjoying the closeness with Evan without distraction.  The Pink Floyd classic rock anthem, “Another Brick in the Wall”, is playing on his satellite radio, and Evan is singing along, drumming the steering wheel, unaware of my watchful eye, and I am enveloped by the simple joy he brings me.

Once we’re safely inside the house, Evan locks the front door while I take our dog, Maddy, outside.  I let her run around on the beach while I sit on the deck watching her and enjoying the view.  The surf is rough tonight and the crashing waves are sending a mist into the night air, carried by the breeze right onto the deck.  The salty sea spray feels refreshing after a long intense night.

After a few minutes of exercise, I whistle for Maddy to come inside with me.  She gallops onto the deck and follows me in.  I engage the alarm system and wander around the house looking for Evan.  He’s not in the shower, in bed, or in the kitchen.  I seriously doubt he’s in the weight room at this hour.  The only other place I haven’t checked is his home office. 

His office is in the back of the house near the garage.  As I get closer, I can hear the tap, tap, tap of keys on a keyboard.  Evan must be checking his e-mail.  Once I find myself standing in the doorway, the tapping has stopped and I can hear he’s watching a training video.  The coaches record some of the players during their mini-camps, and Evan is most likely reviewing clips from the session he missed today. 

He’s sitting at his desk, a beautiful black panel desk with square tapered feet and a dark cherry desktop.  The only possessions on his desk are his laptop and a picture of us taken at his sister’s house.  His suit jacket has been removed and is resting on the back of his leather chair.  He’s still wearing his black dress shirt, now rolled up to his elbows, revealing a beautiful platinum watch.  He reaches up to scratch his chin, clearly deep in thought. 

Quietly, I slip into his office unnoticed and sit on one of the large leather club chairs situated directly in front of the desk.  Evan is so completely focused on the images on the screen that he doesn’t even notice me sitting there.  I shift around in the chair, changing into provocative poses hoping to get a reaction from him, but nothing.  I dramatically swing my bare legs over one arm of the chair and toss the hair off my shoulder, but the only thing he sees is the video playing on his computer. 

Maybe my voice will tear him away from work.  “Evan, honey, can you take a break?  I have something I want to show you,” I plead with him, breathily.

“Yeah, sure.  No problem.  Give me another minute, will ya?” he responds without even looking up.

Not to be discouraged, I quickly change my approach.  This man will need something more direct to get his attention.  I stand up and saunter over to his side of the desk.  I shimmy out of my panties, step out of them one leg at a time and dangle them in my hand.  With a lascivious grin, I take them and toss them onto his keyboard, waiting for his response. 

His eyes open wide and a grin stretches across his face, matching my own.  Oddly, he says nothing.  Not a word.  He closes his laptop, opens one of the desk drawers, and places the laptop inside.  Then he slides his chair back, giving me just enough room to slide between him and his desk.

“Okay, Juliette, you have my undivided attention.  Is there something you need?”  I don’t answer.  I look deep into his expectant eyes and shake my head. 

“Oh, wait.  You said you wanted to show me something, didn’t you?”  I bite my lip and nod.  Before I can calculate my next move, he’s on top of me, sliding me up and onto his desk.  His lips crash onto mine, claiming me, speaking volumes to me without uttering a word. 

My legs open for him as he wraps his arms around me, positioning our bodies until I can feel him press against me.  My mouth opens to greet him as our tongues frolic hungrily.  My hands fly across his neck, arms, and chest, rubbing and massaging his muscular form as I return his hungry kisses.  My fingers twist and weave through his hair, causing him to release a groan that vibrates through my entire body, awakening every muscle and spiking currents that reach to my core. 

He gazes down at me, eyeing me suspiciously.  “So, what exactly did you want to show me?” he whispers in my ear.  Just the sound of his strong sexy voice is enough to make me wet with desire.  The smell of him, the taste of him on my lips, the feel of his hands all over me invade my senses. 

“I wanted to show you exactly how proud I am of you,” I confess.  He stares at me, seemingly surprised by my response.  “You were completely amazing tonight,” I tell him as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.  Our bodies are now moving slowly against each other, creating the most delicious friction.  I look into his eyes, deep pools of infinity shining with wanton lust for no one but me.

“Let me show you exactly how amazing I can be,” he murmurs in my ear, nibbling and biting his way down my neck and onto my shoulders.

Suddenly, he backs away from me and unzips his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground.  I greedily start on the buttons of his shirt, anxious to tear it away and reveal the glorious flesh that resides beneath it.  His shirt joins his pants in a crumpled pile on the floor.  Evan is now standing before me in nothing but his boxers.  My eyes gaze at his muscular frame, and then immediately dart to the treasure trail that leads below his waistband.  My body aches for him, tension pulsing through my veins.  Unable to hold back, I lean in towards him, ready to remove the small piece of cotton that hides my desired target.  “Anxious, are we?” he teases as I rip the boxers from his body. 

He holds his hand out to me, helping me to stand on my feet.  “Turn around,” he demands.  I turn, and he begins to unzip my dress slowly, placing soft, gentle kisses inch after inch down my spine.  Slowly, Evan removes the dress from one shoulder, then the other, drawing it down my arms until it falls to the floor.  He returns to kiss his way along my shoulder, up my neck, and finally nibbling on my ear, sending a shiver straight through me.  His hands cup my breasts, immediately causing them to swell and tighten from his touch.  His hand works its way back down my body, caressing and teasing the fleshy folds of my sex.  Slowly, he dips one finger inside and releases a moan of satisfaction.  “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” he utters in my ear, his hot breath sweeping across my cheek.

“I’ve been ready,” I tell him, turning around to face him.  His hands quickly move to my backside and lift me, placing me back upon his desk.  Again, I open my legs, inviting him in.  He sidles up to me, holding his firm erection in his hand, and teasing me with the tip.  I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his flesh pressing against me, sliding up and down, stopping at my entrance, but not yet pushing inside.  I open my legs wider as he spreads my creamy fluid all around, sighing with a combination of intense pleasure and impatience.

My breath is now coming in short pants.  I lean back on my elbows and allow Evan to take me on this glorious ride of pure pleasure.  I move my hips to guide him along as he continues his slow, careful exploration, writhing on the desk in half-fulfilled pleasure.

With a single unexpected thrust, he’s inside me.  The shock of it sends waves of heat through me, eliciting a loud moan of delight.  “Oh, yes!” I call out, urging him on, my body shaking from the impact.  Fully focused on the feeling of his hardened length introduced deep inside me, I grasp Evan’s thick arms to steady myself.

I throw one arm over my head and clasp the edge of the desk to keep my position firm as Evan begins moving his hips from side to side as I match his motions, reveling in the delightful sensations coursing through my body.

Evan wraps each of his arms under my knees, lifting them into the air, providing him greater access.  He slowly presses deeper, filling me completely, as my body stretches to accommodate this familiar invader.  I grind my hips into his, trying desperately to feel every inch of him. 

He moves with such grace, performing his own sensual dance of fornication.  Slowly he builds a rhythm as I match his moves.  His breathing becomes erratic and the expression of lust and hunger etched across his face is exquisite.  A growl vibrates from his mouth sending another surge of pleasure and arousal through me.  I revel in his passion, igniting a fire deep within me.