“Oh, Evan.”
It felt incredible having his huge cock filling her. The wild sensations made her head swim.
“What is it, Crystal? Do you like this?” He drew back, then thrust forward again.
She nodded, incapable of expressing herself in words.
He drew back again, then hovered there, his cockhead barely inside her, in danger of slipping free. Oh, God, she wanted him back inside her. Deep. His hard length filling her.
He leaned in close and murmured in her ear.
“I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She hesitated, trying to articulate what she wanted but failing. She simply needed him inside her.
His gazed locked with hers, and she stared into the forest green depths and concentrated.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
Love
. Her heart melted.
Fiery desire filled his eyes, but with an overriding tenderness.
“I … I want you to make love to me.”
He nodded in encouragement, but she sensed he didn’t want sweet words right now.
“I want you to grind that big cock of yours into me. To drive it in deep. I want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll scream your name at the top of my lungs.”
His mouth turned up in a broad grin, then he nuzzled her neck.
“Now, was that so hard?”
Before she could answer, he drove deep inside her and she gasped. Then he kept on thrusting, filling her, drawing back, then filling her again. She clung to him as pleasure swept through her, then washed her over the edge of forever.
“Oh, God, Evan. Oh…” She sucked in air, then moaned. “Oh, Evan. You’re making me…” She gasped again.
“I’m making you what, love? Tell me.” His intense gaze held hers as he continued to plunge into her.
Pleasure quivered through her, tickling her senses. She could barely think straight.
“Come. Oh, God, you’re making me…” Joy swelled through her. “Ah … come!” The last word broke into a long moan as an orgasm erupted through her.
Evan groaned and drove deep into her. She could feel him pulse inside her. They clung to each other, riding the waves of bliss together.
Finally, his body relaxed and she sighed in contentment. He nuzzled her neck, then rolled to her side, gazing at her with glittering eyes. She smiled, then he captured her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.
She snuggled against him and lay in silence, not willing to threaten their afterglow with words that might drag them abruptly back to reality.
* * *
Evan couldn’t believe it. Crystal’s soft body was pressed tightly against him, both of them still hot and slick from their passionate lovemaking. He didn’t want this moment to end. He drew his arm tighter around her, reveling in her warmth and the delicate scent of vanilla in her hair.
The sound of a cell phone ring tone—the “Wedding March”—broke the silence. Crystal tensed in his arms, probably at the reminder that this was her wedding day and her groom had abandoned her.
He snatched up the pink cell phone from the bedside table.
“Hello, Renee,” he said.
“How’s she doing?” Renee asked.
“Okay, considering.”
He glanced down at Crystal, and she nodded and reached for the phone.
“Hi, Renee.” Crystal drew away from him and sat up, tucking the sheet around her body. “Uh, no, not here.” She paused. “No, really, I’m fine going out somewhere.” She glanced at Evan. “Yeah, we’ll find it.”
Crystal hung up. “She wants to meet with us. She suggested coffee at a bistro a couple of streets over. Is that okay with you?”
“Of course.” Except that it meant they both had to leave this bed.
She stood up, pulling the sheet with her, and shuffled to one of the suitcases on a stand against the wall. She pulled out some clothes, then headed into the bathroom. Just before she closed the door, she stuck her head into the room again.
“Go ahead and grab some clothes from Brent’s suitcase.”
Once she closed the door, Evan stood up and approached the dark gray suitcase. He rifled through it and pulled out a pair of jeans and a striped blue cotton shirt. He didn’t like the idea of wearing Brent’s clothes, but he couldn’t go out in his tuxedo.
Ten minutes later, they walked along the street in the late afternoon sunlight.
“There it is,” Crystal said, pointing to the blue-and-white sign indicating the Blue Heron Bistro.
He opened the door for her, and she stepped inside. Renee waved at them from a table by the window. They sat down and Crystal took a sip of the iced tea Renee had waiting for her.
“How are you doing, honey?” Renee asked, gazing at her with concern.
Crystal shrugged. She couldn’t lie and say she was fine. Even if she could, Renee would see right through her. Renee patted Crystal’s hand. It was amazing how such a small gesture from her big sister made her feel so cared for.
Renee glanced at Evan. “So, have you been keeping our girl entertained?”
Crystal felt Evan stiffen beside her, and she stifled a giggle. “He’s been wonderful.”
Renee glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Their gazes locked, and Crystal knew Renee had figured out exactly what had happened between them.
“That’s great,” Renee continued. “So listen, about the trip.”
Crystal’s chest constricted. She didn’t want to think about her honeymoon. The one she was supposed to go on with the man who loved her, but who obviously
didn’t
love her or he wouldn’t have betrayed her. But at the same time, the thought of losing her dream trip sent her gut churning.
“I think you should still go,” Renee said.
“How can I go on my honeymoon now?”
“Well, you’re not thinking of giving up the trip you’ve been looking forward to for so long just because of that jerk, are you?”
Crystal stared at her hands. Damn it.
“Anyway, getting away from everything would be the best thing for you right now.”
Crystal shook her head. “I don’t want to go alone.”
“I don’t think you should go alone.” Renee opened her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. “I rebooked the two tickets for this evening. I thought it would be better if you left right away. Why wait?”
Renee was a travel agent and had handled all the arrangements. Crystal took the paper and glanced at the flight information.
She gazed at her sister. “Are you going to go with me?” How had her sister arranged to take off two weeks from work on such short notice?
“No. I had something else in mind.” Renee glanced toward Evan. “Um, do you think you could give us a minute?”
“Sure.” Evan stood up. “I’ll go out for a walk.”
Once he was gone, Renee turned her gaze back to Crystal. “Look, it’s clear that you two have some major chemistry going on. What’s wrong with getting away from the everyday routine and seeing where this thing between you goes?”
“Well, maybe because I was supposed to get married today,” Crystal said in a dry tone.
“But you didn’t. And your fiancé turned out to be a rat fink, so don’t let some misplaced sense of propriety get in the way of finding true happiness.”
Crystal shifted uncomfortably. “Renee, you’re getting carried away.”
Renee drummed her fingers on the table. “Maybe, but sometimes you really need a push, and I don’t want to see you ignore this chance.” She leaned forward. “Honey, forget happily-ever-after. Just think about having a wild, sexy time with a great-looking guy who thinks the world of you. That’s enough for now.”
Her heart constricted. “But … he said he loved me.”
“In the hotel suite?”
“No, before the wedding. When we went for a walk. If I ask him to go away with me, maybe he’ll read too much into it. Maybe he’ll assume I’m ready for happily-ever-after with him.”
“Now look who’s getting carried away. He knows what just happened, too. He knows you need time to sort things out. Don’t push him away because he told you how he feels about you. It’s so rare to find a guy who will express his feelings.”
Crystal sat back in her chair. The thought of spending the next two weeks moping around her apartment filled her with dread, and she really didn’t want to give up her trip. The idea of enjoying those beautiful white beaches and azure water with Evan at her side made her heart thrum. Actually, thinking of making love with him on the soft white sand—or in the big king-size bed in the luxury villa—made her heart thump even faster.
Evan was a self-employed consultant and had a great deal of flexibility in his schedule. He could probably take the time off.
Oh, God, she was actually considering this.
Five
“Renee thinks I should still go on my honeymoon trip,” Crystal said as she walked beside Evan on their way back to the hotel.
“So she mentioned. And it’s a good idea. Getting away for a while would be good for you.”
They stopped at the curb, waiting for the light to turn green so they could cross the street.
“Yeah, that’s what she thinks, too. And I don’t really want to go back to San Diego and hang around at home.” People at the office would hear about what had happened pretty quickly, since she had invited a few of her work friends to the wedding.
And at some point, she’d run into Brent again. Maybe he’d even stop by to explain what had happened or to see how she was doing, and she wasn’t ready to face that anytime soon.
Evan nodded. “You need to get away from your usual environment entirely. Is Renee going with you?”
The light turned green and they started across the road.
“No, actually, she suggested I…” She hesitated, unsure how to ask him.
“What did she suggest?”
“She suggested that I invite you.”
His expression didn’t change. “Really. And what did you say?”
They approached the hotel entrance and the doorman opened the door for them. As they crossed the lobby, she sent him a sidelong glance.
“I told her that I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
“And that would be?”
“That I’m ready to move forward with a relationship. Especially after … what you said … before the wedding.”
They stepped into a waiting elevator and the doors closed with just the two of them inside.
“That I love you,” Evan said.
It was the first time they had talked about his proclamation of love since he’d made it. They hadn’t really dealt with it then, and now things had changed. Drastically. But that didn’t mean she could just accept his love and move forward. She needed time to figure things out.
He took her hand and turned to face her. “Crystal, I understand that you just had your whole world pulled out from under you. You need time to adjust. To think things through.” His fingertips stroked the back of her hand, sending tingles through her. “Of course, I hope that you’ll consider giving me a chance, but I know that will take time.” He smiled. “And if you decide to invite me, I’ll be happy to go. Thrilled, in fact. But I won’t assume that means anything more than that you’d like a friend along. Someone to help you get through this.” He squeezed her hand. “I’d like to be that friend.”
She nodded. She wanted him to be that friend, too. Because she knew she could depend on him. And she wasn’t kidding herself at all about the fact that she’d love to have a wild, passionate fling with him. The sex this afternoon had been stupendous, and she wanted more of the same.
Was that selfish of her? To want this man to put his feelings on hold to satisfy her whim?
He smiled and kissed the back of her hand. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Am I being invited or what?”
“Evan, I can’t promise anything. Somehow it doesn’t seem fair to—”
Suddenly she found herself in his arms, his lips moving on hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and seared her with his passion. Then he gazed down at her, his green eyes warm.
“Life is rarely fair.” He grinned. “But I must say, in this instance, the benefits far outweigh any negatives. And I think taking a vacation with you can only work in my favor. Because, gorgeous, with two weeks to work my magic on you, I think you might just be a convert by the end.”
Her heart thumped in her chest and she sucked in air. He was probably right.
“I can’t make any promises.”
The elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“The only promise I’d like you to make is that you’ll keep an open mind,” he said. “Deal?”
She nodded and he captured her lips again.
“Great. Now, let’s go get ready for the honeymoon.”
* * *
Brent opened his eyes to sunlight glaring in his face. He sat up, and his head felt as if it was cracking open. Some God-damned bird twittered outside, sending the pain up several notches. He shoved back the hair hanging in his eyes and stood up.
Damn. His knees felt rubbery, and his head throbbed even more. He dropped back onto the bed again, wondering just how many drinks he’d had last night. He raked his hand through his hair. Clearly, too damn many.
He gritted his teeth as the bird continued to sing. How could anybody or anything be so freaking happy on a miserable day like today?
Sure, the sun shone brightly and the sky was clear of clouds, but … damn it, right now he should be on his honeymoon with the woman he loved, not alone in a hotel along the highway suffering from a mega-hangover.
His heart compressed at the memory of Crystal in Evan’s arms, the two locked in a passionate kiss. God damn, how could his best friend steal away the woman he loved? And in the final hour before the wedding. And Crystal … how could she just fall into his arms like that?
It didn’t make any sense.
It would never make any sense to him.
With every drink last night, he’d hoped to understand. He stood up, slowly this time.
That wasn’t exactly true. He’d been trying to ease the stinging pain. To wash away the agony in his heart.
But it hadn’t worked. Of course it hadn’t.
The scene at the lake still remained burned into his memory. As he’d stepped past the trees into the clearing near Crystal’s favorite spot, he had seen Crystal and Evan kissing passionately. He’d frozen on the spot, not believing what he was seeing. But he knew he must have been misreading the situation, convincing himself it was just a congratulatory kiss. From his vantage point, he hadn’t been able to see Crystal’s face, but he’d heard Evan’s words, and those words still rang through his mind.