The Running Series Complete Collection: 3-Book Set plus Bonus Novella (88 page)

Evan crawls up my body, nibbling, biting, and sucking his way up my shoulder to my neck.  My eyes are closed as I descend into the pure pleasure of his tongue and lips on my flesh.  He moves my hair so it’s spread out across the pillow.  “You are so beautiful,” he hisses in my ear.  The pressure of his body lying against mine is heavenly.  His erection presses against me, and each slight movement of his hips has me throbbing and aching.

I press my fingers into his flesh, starting at the top of his perfectly formed ass, and slowly rake my nails up his back, stopping at his shoulders.  He arches his back into my rough caress, raising his head and releasing an erotic groan of painful satisfaction.  The vision of his abandon has my core on fire, burning for him.  I thrust my fingers in his hair again and hold him tightly against me as I shift my hips in a desperate attempt to coax him inside me.

I am raw with emotions rushing to the surface with overwhelming force.  It starts as pure joy and pleasure from the feeling of Evan’s warm body lying against mine.  But soon, those emotions fade as fear, pain, and anger take their place.  There is a part of me that longs to give some of that pain back to him, in whatever form I can.  I want to punish him and make him suffer as I did. 

“Don’t stop,” he begs, his eyes smoldering, as he hisses from the pain mixed with pleasure.  As Evan tenses under my touch, I nuzzle into his neck, sucking and biting my way down to his glorious chest.  When he releases a moan, I bite and suck even harder, covering every inch of him I can reach with my mouth.

Looking up into his eyes, I see my pain reflected in his eyes.  The desire to make him suffer is immediately gone, replaced by a deep hunger.  I run my hands up and down his muscular frame as I free my legs from beneath him, wrapping them around him and holding him close.  “I need you,” I moan, barely above a whisper.

Evan rises up and sits back on his ankles, his knees resting between my legs, opening me up to him.  I look up at this beautiful man, and everything within me throbs and pulses with need.  His beautifully tanned skin glows as the moon shines through the window onto the bed.  The gloriously defined muscles of his rock hard body are a vision to behold.  His powerful arms a testament to the male form.  And I know that no one will ever know the joy that I feel right now.

I slip out from beneath Evan’s powerful hold and move towards him, desperate with need and want.  I grab a hold of his still rock hard erection and slide my hand up and down his thickness.  I run my thumb across the bead of creamy liquid that escapes from the tip and spread it across his crest.  I watch as his eyes glaze over and he fists the sheets in his hand, fighting against his body’s response to my touch.

When I slow, he releases his vice-like grip and exhales, his chest still heaving from the struggle.  He reaches for me and slides first one, then two fingers inside me.  He curls his fingers and runs his thumb across my clit, driving me wild.  I lift up off the bed and grind my hips into his hand as he expertly twists and turns, applying just the right amount of pressure and gentle touch.  My entire body tenses as he cups my sex and plunges in and out of me. 

As he drives me higher and higher, I pump him harder, each of us drawing the other closer to the edge.  Watching him shudder from just the touch of my hand is such a heady feeling.  This magnificently muscled creature is literally trembling in my hands.

Evan pushes his torso towards me, sealing his lips onto mine, slowing, but not stopping his carnal caresses.  His tongue demands entry into my mouth and I open gladly for him.  He takes my mouth hungrily, both of us desperate to satisfy our lust and thirst for the other. 

More pearly liquid forms on his tip and as I spread the silky fluid across him, he tenses and grunts, “Stop.”

In one swift motion, he grabs me by the hips and lifts me up.  As he lowers me onto his pulsing erection, I wince from the shock of his possession.  “Take me,” he demands. I groan loudly into him, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside me.  “You own me,” he grunts, lying back on the bed, and giving over total control to me.  It’s intoxicating.

I grab hold of his shoulders and slowly I lift my hips up high enough so he nearly spills out of me.  I shift around, allowing his tip to rub against my entrance, drenching me with desire. With one hard thrust, I am full again.  My body adjusts to accept him as I grind my pelvis, trying desperately to feel every inch of him down to the root.  “Ride me,” he utters, straining for breath.  I bring my hips up slowly, emptying and filling myself over and over again, building to a rhythm.  My thighs clench tightly with each thrust, completely focused on the euphoric climbing and building. 

Each time I bear down and allow him to fill me completely, his muscles tense and his breath hitches in his chest.  The glistening sweat on his chest shows his heartbeat fluttering madly and I am lost in him, reveling in his possession, in our connection.  His body is so powerful, yet weak beneath my touch.  It’s nearly too much to bear and I unravel around him, explosions of impulses radiating outwards until I am trembling from head to toe.  My core clenches violently, as a searing rush of pleasure overwhelming in its intensity, grabs hold of me, my entire body now convulsing in tremors.  When the waves begin to slow, I collapse on top of him, breathless, and coated in sweat.

Shattered and unable to move, Evan lifts me gently and deposits me back on the bed.  Softly, he places his hands on my legs and spreads me open for him.  Unable to stop him, I am helpless as he brings his soft lips to my sex.  His fingers dig into my thighs as his tongue and lips invade me.  He slides his tongue up and down, stopping and starting again and again.  His groans vibrate against my swollen flesh, inciting my body to respond intensely.  When he begins to flick with his tongue, my body spasms uncontrollably, but Evan does not retreat.  My brain is flooded with sensation as wave after wave burst through the gates.  He speaks, but my pleasure-saturated brain cannot decipher meaning.  I am boneless, mindless, and numb, torn apart, and put back together again.

I lie there limp, utterly sated, and delighting in the aftershocks of my second orgasm.  As the clouds part, I feel him pushing slowly into my swollen heat.  Evan pauses briefly, looking deep into my eyes, before surging fully, and burying himself deeply into me, pushing first deep and then shallow.  I can feel the dampness between us and hear the sounds our bodies make as he sinks into me over and over. 

Still craving that closeness, I lift my knees and rest my feet on the edge of the bed, allowing him to fill me nearly beyond my limits.  His stormy eyes fix on me, mirroring my emotions perfectly.  With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he grabs hold of my legs and thrusts with renewed power.  He plunges deep.  He plunges hard.  “Oh, my God!” I call out.  He’s buried so deep inside me, I don’t know how much more I can take.  I feel nothing but his pulsating hardness as he drives it through my slick wetness. 

Flutters once again take flight in my belly.  I watch Evan as he grinds into me, chasing his own orgasm.  His eyes are glazed and his face is strained with effort.  He becomes a man on a mission as he builds to a crescendo, pushing into me faster and harder than I thought possible.  Without warning, I feel his entire body go rigid as he steadies himself while his body spasms and jerks, gushing deep inside me.  The vision of him coming undone before me brings on yet another orgasm, searing with so much intensity, it blurs the lines between pleasure and pain. 

Evan collapses on top of me as my body comes down from my last earth shattering orgasm.  Our bond remains unbroken, and I can feel him throb and pulse deep inside me as he struggles to calm his breathing.  Our bodies shimmer with sweat, our faces red from exertion, and our chests heaving to find air.  He opens his eyes, and they are glowing warmly with satisfaction. 

“Juliette,” he whispers, rolling us on our side and wrapping his arms around me.  He crushes me into him, as if I were the most precious gift he had ever received.  I know how he feels. 

We lay there for the longest time, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of our sex.  He kisses me softly and sweetly, mollifying my tattered emotions.  “Wow,” I utter, my strained voice barely above a whisper.

Evan sweeps the hair from my damp brow, running his fingertip across my cheek and landing on the sensitive flesh of my earlobe, where his gift to me dangles.  “Thank you,” he breathes.  “You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you, standing there, wearing nothing but these.”  He gives a little wiggle of his hips, and I can feel him hardening again.  “But the real thing was beyond anything I ever imagined.”

He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him, and when I look down at his beautiful chest, I am shocked by what I see.  Evan looks down at his flesh and smirks at me, “You’ve marked me, Juliette.”  His chest is pockmarked by bruises and bite marks – hickeys.  There are no less than six or seven all over him, from his naval to his scapula. 

“I am so sorry.  I have no idea how that happened.”

“I think we both know that’s not true,” he teases.

I slip gradually from him, biting my lip at the feel of him slipping wetly out of me. The friction is enough to make me want more.  He’s nearly ready to go again, right now.  I have no idea how that’s even humanly possible.  Tip-toeing into the bathroom, I clean myself up and emerge wearing nothing but a small towel.  “Come on, lazy bones, let’s go.”

“Where are we going, baby?”

“It’s time for dessert.  Let’s fuel up, then we’re going to do that again.  Ready big boy?”  I toss a towel to him, which he wraps around his waist as he follows me to the kitchen.  “So, what was on tonight’s dessert menu?” I ask.

Evan steps over to the stove and stirs the gooey liquid, which was nearly simmering only an hour ago.  “This,” he says, “is my version of a raspberry syrup.”  He pulls out two plates of what appears to be cold French toast.  My eyes widen in amazement as I begin to understand that he was making me a dessert from scratch with his own two hands.  “Don’t be too impressed,” he warns.  “French toast is about the only sweet thing I know how to make.  I found a jar of raspberry jam and maple syrup in the fridge, so I thought I would heat them up and mix them together.”  He shrugs his shoulders, “Kind of lame, right?”

I wrap my arms around him and give him a squeeze as big as my love and devotion for him.  “It sounds perfect.  Come on,” I lead him to the stove, “let’s make some fresh.  I’m starving.”

Hitting Pay Dirt

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van and I are jolted awake at seven o’clock in the morning by his ringing phone. The blinds are closed and the room is dark. I would have loved to get another good hour’s sleep.  After Evan disentangles our bodies, he reaches over, grabs the phone, and answers, “Yeah?” still groggy and physically exhausted.  “No, I’m awake now.  What’s up?”  Evan stretches out his arm for me and I snuggle into his warm embrace.  “Right now?  Can’t you just tell me?  Fine, fine.  Give me ten minutes.”  He ends the call and tosses the phone to the side.  He pulls me close and kisses me passionately.  “Good morning, baby.  Did you sleep well?”

“Mm hmm,” I hum.  I run my hands up and down his chest, instinctively drawn to him like a moth to a flame.  “Who was that?” I ask.

“Adam.  He’s on his way over.  Something happened last night.  He won’t tell me over the phone.”  My mind races with possibilities.  Could word about his positive toxicology screening have somehow gotten out?  Did something happen with Ryker?  Is Auggie okay?  Certainly, if anything had happened to Auggie, I would have been notified right away.  Something is wrong, but what?

Evan gets up and fumbles around in the dim light until he finds a pair of shorts.  He heads straight to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and open the door for Adam.  Before joining him, I make a quick but necessary stop in the bathroom, and it’s a good thing I did.  My hair is a rat’s nest, sticking out wildly in every direction.  I tame it as best I can, toss it in a loose pony, throw on shorts and a t-shirt, then hurry to find Evan. 

I find him sitting on our loveseat, sipping a hot cup of coffee, and watching the early morning sun as it climbs into the sky.  When I get closer, I’m appalled by what I see.  Evan’s chest is covered in hickeys, big, bright red love bites.  He’s sitting there shirtless, seemingly not the least bit bothered.  “Evan,” I tell him, “hurry up!  Go put on a shirt before Adam gets here.  You can’t let him see what I did to you.”  I’m mortified.  What have I done to his beautiful body?

“Juliette, seriously?  After everything we’ve been through together, do you really think I give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks?  I’m not embarrassed or ashamed, and you shouldn’t be, either.”  He takes my hand and pulls me down into the love seat with him.  “Besides, it’s only Adam.  He’s seen worse – a lot worse.”

Just as I’m about to ask what that means, the back door opens and Adams walks out on the deck.  He has dark circles under his eyes and it looks like he’s been up all night.  “Shit, man – you look like crap.  What the hell’s going on?” Evan asks as the two shake hands.  Adam leans over and gives me a familiar peck on the cheek before sitting down and joining us.