Committed to You (21 page)

“Are we supposed to be sleeping together?” she asked.

“Yes, we’re sleeping together. No sex, just you next to me.”

“But … I mean. I don’t think we should.”

“We should.”

“Jay … ”

“Just tonight.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. “And what happens tomorrow?”

“I’ll just start my begging all over again.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. I just want us to go back to being friends.”

“We can never go back. I can do my best to stay in my new status as your ex-boyfriend, but if you think I could ever return to pretending like all you are is my buddy, then you’re wrong. Things have changed. Everything is different, and I just can’t be near you without yearning to touch you.”

“Jay—”

“We don’t even have to make love, but I have to have you in my bed.”

“This isn’t a bed.” She smirked.

“Lay with me, baby. I need your body next to mine.”

“I don’t know.” She tapped her foot as if contemplating it. “Just give me a minute to think about it.”

And I waited.

That was my new role in her life, waiting for her approval and hoping she would let me back in. She shifted to tapping the other foot. I could barely contain myself. I desired her. I was hungry. Desperate. Needy of her body against mine. It didn’t even have to be about fucking. It wasn’t about slipping inside of that warm wet tunnel of hers and being lost in each stroke. It was even more than her luscious scent radiating from that soft skin or the ragged moans that escaped her lips when I thrust into her just right, forming her moist flesh around my dick and making it mine. Dear God, it wasn’t just the sex when it came to Evie. She’d been my anchor in the storm of my parent’s tragic accident, my friend when all the others treated me like the weird kid with death all around him, and a devoted lover in our threesome even though I hadn’t appreciated her sacrifice and the bullshit I’d been putting her through.

With my mind stressing over Pipe and these new developments, just Evie’s presence near me would be enough to help me calm down and think things through.

“Okay,” she said. “Just tonight.”

I exhaled all of the tension that had built within me from waiting for her response.

“But, no sex.”

“No sex?”

“None. We’re not back together.”

I gritted my teeth. “Okay.”

“Do we have an understanding?”

That’ll be hard, but I can do it.

I nodded in agreement. “No sex.”

I woke up in the hotel hallway right outside of Evie’s door. My phone had several missed calls from
him
. Uncle Kevin still hadn’t gotten the message. He’d waited for a few hours and then started back with texting his sweet words and pleading for me to answer my phone.

He’s not going to leave me alone unless I really go to the police.

It was what I assumed, but I needed Evie’s opinion. I didn’t think Pipe would be a great person to give me advice. Jay would just want me to let him go back down there and beat him up. Evie would think it all through and consider the things that she figured were best for me. I needed that. She was very scientific and logical when it came to giving other people advice. It probably came from her being a math major or something.

I checked the closed door.

Did she ever come home? Surely, she would’ve waked me up if she had.

I leaned forward and glanced at Jay’s door, not really sure why. It wasn’t like I could figure out if it had been disturbed or not.
Did they ever come back?
I got up and knocked on Evie’s door. No answer. I banged again. Nothing. I headed over to Jay’s and knocked there. Just like with Evie’s room, no sound drifted my way, just silence.

What’s going on? Did they even come back? What floor was Pipe on again, twelve or eleven?

I took the elevator up to see if Pipe knew where they were. I didn’t think he would be awake. It was almost eight in the morning. We all would’ve gone to sleep late. In fact, if I had not passed out in the hallway like that, I probably would’ve still been knocked out in bed.

I hope they’re okay.

Pipe’s door was cracked open. I heard something as I moved forward. I wasn’t sure what the noise was, maybe the soft tone of feminine laughter or maybe even a low giggle or soft hum.
What is that?
The closer I got, the more I caught the subtle whisper of a moan. It had to be. Pleasure dripped from the sound. Too much pleasure. And even more important, I’d been hearing that same sort of moan for the past several weeks.

Evie. Who is she having sex with? Is it Jay? Has to be. But why would they be up here?

I stood there in the hallway, right outside of Pipe’s half-open door, listening to that sweet sound. I should’ve felt nothing. Although Evie’s moans always intrigued me, they never aroused me. Weeks ago, they were sensual to hear and even more fascinating to witness. If it was one thing Evie owned, it was her sexuality. She knew what she loved in bed and went with it. Half the time her entire body served as this corporal network of tingling nerves and sensitive flesh that Jay could manipulate with a twist of his finger or lap of his tongue.

Today was different. When she moaned, my body drummed with anticipation and I wanted to be a part of whatever she was doing. I craved those sensations. I needed to feel what she felt, taste what she savored, and be filled by that same erotic yearning that ripped her so bad she had to scream out from the intensity of it all.

“Jay.” Ecstasy lathered Evie’s whisper. “Oh, Jay.”

Those two words were liquid. Hot and intoxicating. They moved through the air like a feather floating on a gentle breeze, never really lingering anywhere too long, but gently touching the whole space just the same.

Swallowing unease, I tip-toed forward and peeked inside.

Jay and Evie made love on the floor, the fragrance of their sex filling the air—a mixture of hard male and soft feminine beauty, chocolate brown skin slipping against pale flesh. Many crazy colored pillows lay under and around them. Sunlight and a soothing wind seeped through Pipe’s open balcony windows. The sheer copper curtains swayed back and forth and seemed to kind of move with the rhythm of Evie’s hums as she rode Jay, slowly sliding up and down on his stiff cock.

Her back was to me. I couldn’t see his face, just her beautiful ass, his cock and huge hands as he gripped those cushiony mounds. His dick was wet with her, dripping. When she rose, I could see his drenched mushroomed tip for a second, before she guided herself back down and groaned.
Fuck.
God had blessed him with a nice size, but when Evie slipped up and down on his thick length, for some reason it looked bigger to me, and so soaked. A scorching heat gathered between my legs. I leaned further, panting short little breaths that couldn’t seem to keep up with my lungs. It was just so hot and lovely. The scene had me hyperventilating and I wanted more, if not to be with them, at least a better look.

“I love you, baby,” Jay murmured back. The sound of kissing came next. I couldn’t see it, but I knew that’s what had to be happening since their faces were so close. “What would I do without you?”

Are they back together?

My skin burned up as the sound of Evie’s moans increased, yet my heart chilled to ice cold.
I thought she wasn’t going to take him back.
Unease began to take over the hunger inside of me. I couldn’t explain the reaction. Before when she and Jay made love in front of me, I simply studied their moist bodies as they writhed and rubbed against each other. No other feeling came. This time, odd emotions scattered my head—arousal at the sex that occurred just a few feet away, joy that they both were safe, hunger to be a part of their heated moment, and deep within all of those layers … jealousy.

But why am I jealous and who am I jealous of?

“You miss this pussy?” Evie wound her hips in a circular motion at an achingly slow pace. I knew Jay well enough to bet money that he loved it. His dick was probably on fire and close to spilling hot come inside of her.

“God yes, Evie.”

She wiggled those ass cheeks as she bounced on his cock. “How much?”

Groaning like some wounded animal, he lifted her up, turned that sexy body around so that they faced me, and entered her from behind. “I miss your pussy so much that I’ll be following you around for the rest of your life, begging you to come back to me.”

With this position, I could see all of them—the bliss on Evie as she contorted her expressions into the most sexually teasing love faces, Jay’s muscles flexing on his arms and chest as he worked her pussy with no restraint, and her breasts bobbing back and forth.

Evie gripped the pillows in front of her hard and screamed, “Oh damn you, Jay. Damn you.”

“Do you miss this dick?”

“Fuck you,” she murmured between moans.

“Oh no, baby.” He smacked her ass. “That’s not an answer.” He guided his hands around her body, grabbed both of her full breasts with his hands, and pinched those dark little nipples. “Do you miss this dick, Evie?”

“Yes.” Rising, she leaned back into him as much as she could and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

My nipples stiffened under my top. They pointed out underneath the fabric and almost pierced through the thread, hoping to be stroked and licked. I grabbed them like I always did, by myself, in the privacy of my room. Except in those naughty moments I imagined my uncle, so I never counted that as anything sexual. It was wrong and disgusting.

But this is different.

I circled my nipples through the soft fabric. They reacted by pushing up a little more, hardening with each push. I watched Jay squeeze and rub his fingers up and down over Evie’s erect points, and I mimicked his movements on my own body.
Oh yes.
God gifted women with breasts, two soft mounds with buttons that could make the whole body explode if pressed and played with the right way. Right now, my breasts were raising the stakes and stirring up my hormones. I yearned to detonate with Jay and Evie, come right there as I watched them come.

“Harder, baby.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.”

He moved one hand away and slid it down to the center of her thighs, separated her damp folds, and toyed with the pink flesh within. “This is your dick, Evie. No one else gets it, but you.”

Although Evie continued to move with him, her eyes popped open. “What?”

“Your dick. All yours.” Jay fondled her breast and pussy some more as he thrust into her from behind. “No one gets this. No one but my Evie.”

I could tell Evie had lost some of her arousal as she processed the words. Her face was a page with emotions written on every line. While Jay pledged his cock to her, she looked like she was close to coming, but very worried.

Why worried? You have him like you want. Don’t you?

“All yours if you ever want it again.” Jay licked her neck and nibbled at the center. “Do you?”

“Not now. We can’t … talk about this now.”

“Then later?”

“Okay.” Groaning, Evie bit her lips and looked straight, right in my direction.

Shit!

Jay was too far gone in Evie, moving and tasting, stroking and devouring every part of her. However, his words had yanked Evie somewhat out of the moment and in those seconds of clearing her mind, she spotted me. I ducked back behind the door, but knew it was too late. If she’d seen my head, then she noticed my hands over my shirt.
So stupid. What was I thinking?
Her moans decreased to whispers.

At least she didn’t stop him.

I peeked again. Evie’s eyes met mine. She’d still been staring at the door. It was so weird, but beautiful to look at. I could tell she was probably taken aback, but had no intention of stopping Jay. And why would she? How many times had I watched them make love, right in the same bed that I lay in? How many times had all three of us showered together while Jay licked and sucked between her legs? It shouldn’t have been crazy for me to watch, but it was because something had changed.

We have. Evie and me.

Our kiss shifted things. On the dance floor last night she claimed the kiss had been nothing, that not only did she not like women, but I was only interested in someone saving me. Maybe she’d been right, or maybe she was completely wrong. When I thought back to those magical kisses in the car while the rain battered the earth around us, my body responded with warmth and my mouth craved more.

What about you Evie? Do you crave more?

I held her gaze, not caring if Jay happened to catch me watching or not. He was so close to coming. I could tell from his attention planted right on her ass as he moved in and out of her. All of his concentration centered there. He teetered on the edge, right at the point where another stroke or two would have him screaming and collapsing to the floor.

Evie parted her lips. Her gaze traveled over my face, heating it up. I took a chance and licked my lips. She groaned so loud it vibrated through to my bones.