The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

I gripped her hips and dived in, licking and sucking with abandon. Soft and gentle for a second, and then drawing long and hard on that sweet little clit.

Her legs were so tense, all her muscles tight, and I knew she was close. I pulled back an inch and encouraged her in a low voice. “That’s it, babe. Come for me.”

A second later, my tongue was back in action. Her hips moved frantically in time with my now-rhythmic sucking. Her thighs clamped over my face, and she let out a long, low scream.

“Yesss!”

Blood pounded in my ears as she disintegrated all around me. Her scent filled my nostrils and her cries swamped my senses as she quaked and shook. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized she’d said yes and not oui, but I was too far gone to give a shit. My balls were drawn up tight, hot liquid snaking up the length of my shaft, ready to fire.

As the aftershocks of her delicious orgasm faded, I dragged my mouth away from her and lunged for the bedside table. I plucked out a condom and wrestled it onto my pulsing cock in record time.

She was still trembling when I slid between her thighs again and pressed the head of my dick against her wet heat. “You sure you want this?”

Her head bobbed up and down where it was tucked in against my throat.

I took it slow, knowing she was likely sensitive from the first climax, feeding her just the tip and then a little more.

“Jesus, that’s tight. Fuck.” I growled, pressing my forehead to hers.

I could have come just like that from the grip of her wet cunt, but I wasn’t going out like that. She’d done all the work by coming up here-the least I could do was offer up a double play. I was still trying to talk myself down a little when she let out a strangled sound and thrust her hips upward, wedging me in until my cock was buried to the hilt, and she released a tense cry.

A dozen thoughts hit me at once, but only a few of them mattered. Francesca’s pussy was like a boa constrictor strangling my cock.

It was sublime.

It was amazing.

And it was definitely not Francesca.

My pulse jackhammered wildly as the truth hit me, but it wasn’t until I used every last ounce of strength I had to pull away, which was no easy feat, and flip on the light that I knew for sure.

Evie.

She blinked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes full of guilt, her honey-colored hair mussed.

From you fucking her, you piece of shit.

Christ, Cullen was going to murder me. My stomach dropped to my feet.

“What the actual fuck, Everleigh?” I demanded, leaping to my feet.

My cock bobbed out in front of me, still as hard as granite despite the shock of a lifetime. I was staring down the barrel of the world’s worst case of blue balls, but I scaled back my shock and anger when I saw the tears in her eyes.

I grabbed the top sheet and covered her with it, but not before I got an eyeful of the most glorious set of tits and the sweetest, pinkest little cunt I’d ever seen. Talk about wet dreams . . . I’d never be able to get that sight out of my head now.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a steadying breath before blowing it out. When I opened my eyes, Evie was crawling backward to lean against the headboard, looking miserable.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head as she toyed with the edge of the sheet. “I don’t know what came over me.”

It was you who came over me, I almost snapped back. But damn if I would change that. She’d been so hot, so ready . . .

This was Evie. Cullen’s little sister.

I bent over and searched the floor until I found a discarded bathrobe she must have worn for the walk from her room to mine.

“Here,” I said, irritated to find my voice still husky with need.

I yanked off the barely used condom and pulled on a pair of boxers while I waited with my back turned until she’d shrugged on the robe I’d given her.

“Okay, you can turn around,” she said softly.

I did, and sat on the edge of the bed, my mind still reeling. “What were you thinking, Evie?” I was dying to know.

Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “I’m grown now, Smith. I’m an adult, and I don’t know what it feels like to be with a real lover. That’s ridiculous. I made a plan, and this is what I wanted.”

“So, why me?”

She shrugged and looked away. “Because I like you. I trust you. And I admire you. So, why not you?”

There were worse reasons, I couldn’t deny that, and her words took the edge off my anger. I almost wanted to pull her in and give her a hug, but my dick had finally stopped throbbing and I wasn’t about to poke the bear.

“I just want to be part of the real world and start experiencing life. I was always on you guys for trying new things and being so daring. I sort of wished I could be like that for once.”

I wished it too. Especially now that I’d had a taste of her.

“Your brother would hate me. And he might even kill me,” I said, holding her wide-eyed gaze. “But I think you’re gorgeous, and whoever you wind up doing this with is a lucky son of a bitch.”

Oddly, in that moment, I hated the motherfucker, and he was only hypothetical. I shoved aside the ridiculous feeling and pressed on.

“Anyway, as much as I would love to show you the ropes, it can’t happen between us. But this doesn’t change anything. You and I are still friends for life, all right?”

“Yeah, okay.” She nodded and eyed me for a long moment. “So, probably bad timing, but . . . what am I going to do now?”

I scrubbed a hand over my face and shrugged helplessly. “You know what, Evie? Maybe talk to a friend or a pastor, someone like that. I don’t think we should be having this conversation, regardless of what just happened. Let’s get things back on the right track. The friend track.”

“Sure, no, I know,” she said, pushing herself to her feet and nodding furiously. “I should go anyway. I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. And look, I’m really sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Forgiven,” I said as I walked her to the door.

But not forgotten.

She stepped into the hallway and gave me a tiny wave before scurrying down the hall and disappearing into the elevator.

Now all I had to do was fall asleep and not dream about Little Evie Reed, who had just rocked my fucking world. Because if I couldn’t get her out of my head and her brother found out?

I’d be a dead man.