Sunset Tryst (9 page)

As he edged in closer, though, as he smoothed the flat of
his hand over her ass, she decided it was both. Both notions got to her, both
had her clutching Garrett’s shoulders in a useless attempt to prepare herself
for what she knew was coming. She dug her fingernails in and held on tight as
Evan teased her with just his hand at first. Impatience zipped through her
veins, but as it turned out, she didn’t have to wait very long.

The first smack came directly in the center of her left ass
cheek, followed promptly by another to her right. The sting from the polished
wooden paddle bit into her sharply, lasting for only a split second before
spreading outward in tingly warm echoes. Her resulting yelp turned low and
gravelly too, when the sudden pain quickly spun into something a hell of a lot
more pleasurable.

“That,” Garrett whispered to her, “is fucking hot.”

It
was
hot—burning hot. Yet in a twisted way, it felt
so incredibly good. So good that the expectation of the next spank had her
rising on her tiptoes and sticking her ass out even more.

“Oh hell yeah,” Evan murmured.

He chased away the fire racing over her skin with his palm
as Garrett breezed his hands down her sides to grasp her hips. He held her
still—or tried to at least. Nothing could keep her from wiggling just a little,
from seeking out more from Evan’s hand. Or the paddle. Or a kinky mishmash of
them both.

She cried out when Evan spanked her for the second time,
then moaned when he once more soothed her with his touch—only to have him do
both all over again. By the third time she was biting her lip. By the fourth,
she was trying her damnedest to keep her sanity. By the fifth and sixth time,
she knew she was fighting a losing battle. She couldn’t keep her wits about her
any more.

“Okay,” she panted. “Uncle. Oh God, just…Uncle.”

Evan stepped up behind her and kissed her neck while cupping
her ass gently. “You did well,” he said. “That was—”

“Amazing,” Garrett cut in, lifting her chin with his thumb.
He didn’t waste any time picking up from where he’d left off, kissing the hell
out of her and not giving her even a moment to catch her breath.

“Definitely amazing,” Evan said on an easy chuckle. He set
the paddle back on the counter only to start digging through the bags beside
it. The condoms. Sweet Jesus, he had to be looking for the box of condoms
they’d purchased at the store.

Garrett trailed his kiss from her lips to her jaw before
licking and sucking the rest of the way down her neck. In the next instant, he
whirled her around in his arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it over
her head. He made quick work of her bra clasp too, tossing the lacy garment to
the side along with the rest of their clothes. On a growl, he reached for her
again, drawing her now naked body back to lean up against his. The heat coming
off his skin, his lips on her shoulder, his hands clutching her breasts…
Torture devices, all of them. He was killing her little by little, one kiss,
suck and caress at a time, and all she could do was let go of everything around
her and drown in the sensations he was using to destroying her.

Finding what he was looking for in the bags on the counter,
Evan tilted his head and silently met her stare. He once more held her captive
in the magnetic intensity she found in his eyes. He drew her in effortlessly,
releasing expectant zings of a different sort to crisscross throughout her
body. She was so ready for him, so ready for whatever he had in mind.

And as he stripped, she could tell he was ready too. As he’d
knelt behind her just moments ago, there’d been no mistaking how hard he was or
how much her going down on Garrett had turned him on. But now, with the
spanking added into the equation… His cock was so thick, so long and so flushed
it almost seemed a shame to cover it with the condom he started to slowly,
meticulously roll on.

When he moved to stand in front of her, she held her breath
at the power he held so easily in his body. The smile he gave her as he slid
his hand down her thigh spoke clearly to his laid-back nature, even though the
ferocity in his gaze contradicted everything that simple lift of his lips
offered.

He snuck his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg gently,
setting her foot on the edge of the counter beside his hip. Dear God… In this
position, with the way she was leaning back against Garrett… She reached over her
head to wrap her hands behind her husband’s neck as he skimmed his down her
sides to tuck his hands carefully under her ass. He lifted, arching back a
little further as Evan closed in on her. With a quick dip of his knees, he
hooked her other leg in the crook of his elbow, leaving her to practically hang
suspended between these two powerful men.

She started to breathe again—almost panting, really—but Evan
remained so amazingly composed. The only thing remotely suggesting he was
nearing his point-of-no-return limit was the fire blazing in his eyes and the
way he stretched that condom to within a centimeter of its breaking point.

“Easy,” he whispered, gripping the base of his dick in his
fist and positioning himself between her thighs.

He was there, right
there
, but for some crazy reason
he wasn’t moving. She tried to wiggle against him in a lame attempt to torment
him just as much as he was tormenting her, but the only thing she accomplished
was driving herself even more out of her mind.

“No, not easy. God, please,
not
easy.”

In his next breath, he gave her what she asked for. He went
at her hard, filling her in one deep plunge, pushing inside her with enough
force that she and Garrett rocked backward together. She shouted, but not from
any sort of pain. She shouted from the pleasure of it all—the way both men held
her, the feel of Evan stretching her so perfectly, the heat of Garrett’s lips
at her temple and his hands gripping her sensitive ass. And when Evan finally
started moving against her, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stand it.
Before, his touch didn’t seem like enough. But now? Now it was almost too much.
Amazingly too much, yet all she could think of was how she just might die if he
didn’t give her more.

Not that she had to worry. He kept his pace quick, his
strokes long and even. He was giving her exactly what she needed and she was so
close to losing control.

“Jesus, Rie.
Jesus
,” Garrett repeated in breathy
pants against her ear.

She couldn’t agree more. She clutched at Garrett’s hair at
his nape, pulling it a little as she struggled to hold on. He hissed, digging
his fingers into the flesh of her ass as he scraped his teeth over the tender
skin at the side of her neck, all while Evan stood in front of them, fucking
her into sweet oblivion.

He found her clit with his thumb, and she moaned as he
circled the tight bud with the perfect amount of pressure. With a few more
strokes inside her and a dozen more synchronized swirls on her clit, Evan had
pushed her as far as she could go. The first sign of her orgasm tingled low and
deep, an electrifying commotion that blossomed and intensified into something
all-consuming with each drive of his hips.

She dropped her head back onto Garrett’s shoulder and
squeezed her eyes shut, panting, moaning, dying with each measured stroke while
never feeling more lit up in her life. And when Evan clutched her hip, when his
thrusts became halting and more jerky, she took a chance and opened her eyes.
She expected to find him staring her down, but he wasn’t. His eyes were closed
too. Tight, like hers had been, with his eyebrows drawn together in a tortured
grimace. His groan as he came grew from somewhere inside his chest,
transforming into a sexy rumble once it reached his throat.

After a moment he slowed, drawing their pleasure out while
bringing them both down, and he was doing it so sweetly, so tenderly, she
wanted to cry. When he finally opened his eyes, he pinned her with a look so
completely opposite what his gentleness had prepared her to see.

His ardent scowl had transformed just like that, turning
into an expression of pure agony. There was so much behind that one brief look,
so much pain left stranded in his eyes that it made her heart hurt.

“Evan,” she breathed.

As soon as she spoke his name, his anguish disappeared. It
was as if she’d verbally slapped him, pulling him away from whatever threatened
to overpower and suffocate him.

“Come here,” he said, slipping from her body and helping her
to stand. But instead of drawing her into his arms, he stepped in closer. He
pinned her against Garrett and captured her in what she suspected was a kiss
meant to distract while Garrett lazily nipped along her shoulder.

“Okay, you turned me into a believer,” he said when he slid
from her lips to nuzzle her cheek.

“A believer?”

His laugh blew across her ear, sending a shiver down her
neck. “Yeah. About the cotton candy being the ultimate sweet treat? You can
officially call me a convert.”

Even though she knew he was avoiding again, she didn’t have
the heart to call him on it. “But I only got the chance to show Garrett, not
you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, pulling away to discreetly toss
the condom in the garbage before coming back to rest against the center island.
“It was still inspiring as hell.”

“To say the least,” Garrett added.

She grabbed the candy bag from where she’d tossed it on the
counter and tore a piece off, offering it to Evan. He bit it in half and made a
face. “Damn, that’s sweet.”

“Well yeah,” she said, laughing. “That’s what makes it so
good.” After she popped the other half into her mouth, she said, “Tell me it’s
time to head outside. I honestly can’t think of anything I’d rather do right
now than lie on the beach with you two. Unless, of course, you’ve both already
recovered. If that’s the case, I can think of some pretty fun options that may
or may not include scaring some fishes.”

Garrett growled from over her shoulder. “Beach sex. Hell,
I’m up for that. In about a half hour,” he said with a grin.

Evan held up his hands, smirking as well. “Don’t look at me.
After that, I may need an entire hour.”

“Fine,” she said, faking an exasperated sigh while twisting
the cotton candy bag closed. “Just lying on the beach it is, then. Maybe the
last one out there in a lounge chair should be the one who has to make dinner?”

That worked at getting Garrett’s attention, since she knew
firsthand how much he hated to cook. He slipped out from behind her and kissed
her on the temple. By the time he said, “See ya,” he was already out of the
kitchen and halfway up the first flight of stairs.

“Go,” Evan said when she didn’t move. “I don’t mind making
dinner.”

“You wouldn’t know it by the way he ran out of here, but I
was joking,” she said. “We can all pitch in.”

When his smile faded as he nodded and looked past her, her
heart once again wrenched. “Is everything all right?”

He didn’t say anything right away. Instead he picked their
clothes up off the floor, separating hers from his and Garrett’s before handing
hers over. She took them and waited for him to answer.

“That’s the second time today you’ve asked me that,” he
finally said.

She shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure.” After another
moment, she added, “You know, if this is too—”

“It isn’t,” he said, cutting her off.

Well, that was totally believable. Not.

She tilted her head a little, trying to get a better feel
for him. “Okay. I just thought… I mean, after the way you said things ended
with Shannon and Brad…”

“This isn’t the same.”

Mentally, she completely understood that. Emotionally,
hearing him say it wrecked her.

She knew this wasn’t a relationship. She knew he was leaving
for Texas at the end of the week, just as she and Garrett were going home to
Chicago. She could tell herself over and over again that this week was simply
about having fun. She could spend hours convincing herself that come Saturday
morning, she’d be able to kiss him one last time and then walk away.

But when he looked at her the way he did, when he smiled at
her, when he touched her… God, it made her ache for so much more.

He took a step toward her and reached for her hand. “I
didn’t say that to hurt you.”

“No, I know you didn’t.”

“But I did anyway.”

“No. Not really. I get it, Evan. You have your own life. We
do too. I won’t stand here and tell you that I haven’t thought about where this
could go if our situations were different, because I have. But I also know
exactly what it is we’re doing. One week, right? One week of amazing fun, and
then we’ll…”

She let that last sentence trail off because she didn’t want
to say it out loud.
And then we’ll say goodbye and that will be that
.
She could already feel her heart splintering at the thought of leaving him.

“And then we’ll have some of the best memories,” he said,
rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “Ones I’ll never forget.”

She looked down to where he was caressing her knuckles and
blinked back the sting in her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry, damn it. Not now,
at least. And not in front of him.

“I won’t either,” she whispered, sniffling a little before
raising her head and squaring her shoulders. She needed to regain her
composure, and she needed to do it right now before she completely fell apart.
“So let’s go make a few more. All that sun and sand is out there, just waiting
for us.”

The kiss he placed on the back of her hand was meant to be
soothing, but all it did was rip her heart apart even more. “Sounds perfect.”

Yeah, it did. It sounded absolutely perfect. And she tried
to focus on that, on the great time they were going to have this week because,
really…Lord help her if she let her mind wander any further than that.