Billion Dollar Revenge (The Lincoln Brothers #2)

20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chelsea

His dark eyes look at me hungrily. I wonder if his heart is beating as fast as mine.

My fingers grip the bottle tight. I edge closer to him, forcing him to sit on the bed. Pushing him back until he lies down, I crawl over him.

“This might not work,” I say, looking at his soft white bed linen.

His eyes travel over my face and search my eyes for answers. “Why?”

There’s no way the bourbon won’t end up on the sheets. “It’ll get messy.”

His mouth twitches, and he looks at me with an obvious double meaning. “Not if you suck as you pour.”

Inside my chest, my heart is hammering, and between my thighs, my sex throbs. “Don’t get upset when your bed is wet.”

“I won’t.” His wolfish smirk makes my stomach tingle. When he looks at me like that, I feel adored and I’m powerless to resist him.

With that, I focus on pouring the bourbon, starting with his toned stomach. It splashes, but I don’t allow it to run on the bed. I pour tiny amounts, licking and sucking as I go. I memorize every bit of him. Taking my time to slowly explore and gently play. His body is driving me insane. The smoothness of his feverish skin on my tongue, mixed with alcohol adds to the intoxication.

A gentle but rough hand tickles my back as he groans in pleasure, “Don’t stop.” He encourages me along with a rasp. I continue the pattern over his sculpted chest and over his thick neck, watching his Adam’s apple bobble as I pour alcohol along his throat.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

His throat works when I lick and suck my way along it, moaning, his touch on my back tender. The moment I lift my lips off his neck and hover my face over his, I stare into his eyes as he throws me another wicked smirk.

“You're too good at this.”

I’ve never done anything this crazy, but with him, I feel comfortable to be myself and to ask for what I want. I bite my lip and say on a pant, “Open up.”

He growls sexily at my command and does exactly as I say. I pour bourbon into his mouth, and when I bring my lips to his and kiss him, it’s explosive. The passion pouring into this kiss is something I haven’t felt before. It’s the feeling of being so wanted; I never want it to end. So I take my time exploring his mouth, our tongues touching, and we kiss deeply for a long time…until I’m desperate for air.

I pull back, glancing up at him with a smirk. “That was fun.”

He licks his lips. “Was it now?”

“I’ve wondered what your lips would feel like against mine,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.

He lifts up to lay a sweet soft?all to brief?kiss on me. “And you were better than my fucking imagination. I don’t want to stop. I need more of you.”

Before I get another word out, he grabs the bottle and flips me with expert precision.

How he didn’t spill a drop, I don’t know.

“My turn,” he says darkly, raking his eyes over my body hungrily, making me squirm and desperate beneath him.

My skin prickles as he moves the bottle to my mouth. I open it, and he pours a little and then kisses me hard. I’ve never been big on kissing, but with him, I could kiss him all night, and it seems he can’t get enough of it either.

Pulling back, he brings the bottle to my throat, and I swallow hard with anticipation.

“Ahh,” I breathe as he trickles bourbon down my neck and the cold liquid causes me to shiver. My nipples are already tight buds, aching with need. But now I’m desperate. A soft, long moan escapes me. Arching my back off the bed, he pours the liquid, and it trickles down my sides.

“You’re making a mess-s,” I stammer, trying to speak through the ache.

He sucks, licks, and nibbles my neck. Then he moves to my shoulder and chest, where he takes it in turn sucking on my nipples. When he flicks his tongue over my nipple and then bites it, I writhe and moan, “Evan, please.” My fingers dig into the blanket as he continues grazing his teeth over my breast. Under my heavy lashes, I watch him kiss across to my other breast, where he squeezes and sucks before biting the other side. Giving it the exact same attention. When his lips lift for a moment, my breath hitches, watching his mouth trail kisses and bites along my abs down to the tops of my thighs. I’m breathing fast as he dribbles a little over my lower stomach, but instead of finishing there, he pours the cold liquid between my thighs.

“Evan.” His name comes out on a shaky exhale. My legs spread as he settles between them.

“Yeah, baby?” he replies softly before his hot mouth lands on my clit, stealing my breath. I give in to the strong pull of his lips.

His loud groans between licking cause me to thrash beneath him. My head rocks from side to side on the mattress as I chant out, “Un-n fair,” in a moan.

The touch of his tongue on my pussy is almost too much to bear. My lower back tingles and the heaviness between my thighs warms me. I’m close to coming. So close.

He holds one leg with one hand, spreading me wide while the other pours more liquor on my pussy, and the sounds of him sucking up the liquid are too much.

“Evan,” I pant, my hips rocking desperately against his mouth.

He doesn’t stop; he only mumbles against me, “I know, baby.”

I can’t stop the coiling of my muscles that are so desperate for relief.

“If you don’t stop soon,” I say on a shaky breath, “I’ll come.”

And as if that was the sign he needed, he turns it up a notch.

“Then come, baby. Come all over my mouth. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

His thick, warm tongue slides through and enters me.

“Oh, God,” I groan. “This feels so good.”

My thighs close around his head, and he’s relentless with his tongue. His spare hand grips my hip firmly, holding me in place.

“Yes, fuck, Evan,” I stammer as he fucks me ruthlessly with his tongue. Then, suddenly, a wave crashes through my body. I gasp at the soul-reaching sensation. My eyes flutter, trying to fight the will to close them.

But I manage to watch. With my lips parted, I grip his head tightly and roll my hips as my orgasm tears through my body. He doesn’t stop gripping my hip or licking my pussy until he has every drop from me. “Fuck, you’re perfect, and so beautiful when you come for me.”

I go lax, finally allowing myself to close my eyes. My fingers drop from his head and my arms and legs flop from the powerful orgasm.

“Well, that was easy,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thighs.

I peel my eyes open and look at him, ignoring the way my legs are shaking.

His smug grin shows me how much he loved doing that to me. And I want that same feeling in return.

“Damn it. I missed out on sucking you,” I confess with a pout, hoping it will be my turn now.

His eyes widen, but he shakes his head with a dark chuckle. “Next time.”

My brow furrows as I stare into his dark blue eyes. “Why? Just tell me how you like it, and I’ll do it. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

His fingers are on my face, in my hair, gripping me as if he can't get enough, causing these weird noises to escape my throat. “You don’t need me to tell you how to suck dick. I can see in your eyes how hungry you are for my cock, but Shell baby, right now, I fucking need you,” he says, kissing along my jaw, as if I'm the most precious thing in the whole world.

A desperate moan leaves my mouth as he settles himself between my thighs.

I rock my hips up, chasing him. His blue eyes are hungry as they travel all over my body.

His fingers brush along the side of my waist, causing a chill to run down my spine. Grabbing my thigh, he lifts one of my legs and lines himself up.

Another loud moan leaves my mouth.

“The sounds you’re making are driving me fucking crazy.” He closes his mouth over mine, as if he's trying to swallow them.

I'm so pent up and achy to have him inside me that I claw his back.

“Your nails feel incredible marking my skin.” He kisses me before disconnecting to slip away, grabbing a condom, rolling it on, and quickly returning.

My hands touch his shoulders, enjoying how big and strong they feel. I love how he, in his entirety, makes me and my five-nine frame feel small.

“So pretty.” His thumb grazes my bottom lip as if he's mesmerized as his eyes roam my face. “I adore your eyes. Something you do with your makeup accentuates your features beautifully and drives me even more wild for you than I already am.”

I can barely breathe as he gazes at me. Does he realize what he's saying to me? My eyes sting, but I refuse to cry. Even if they’re happy tears.

Instead, I pull him down, close to me, so I can bring my lips to his, and kiss him with everything that I have.

I never imagined anyone, other than my family, would find those parts of me lovable. However, his appreciation for both Pilates and my makeup sparks a profound and unfamiliar desire within me that I've never felt before.

“I’ve wanted you so bad,” he rasps, his gaze causing a fire across my skin.

I lick my lips and stare up at him. “Don’t hold back now.”

His mouth moves to my ear and he whispers, “I’ll make you forget about everything and everyone.” Trailing kisses along my cheek, he stares down at me again.

My whole body shudders at his words. “Only you.”

“I never want to see you wake up like that again.” He kisses me before adding the final blow. “You're mine now.”

My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t speak.

I capture his lips, kissing him deeply as my hands touch his strong jaw that says those sweet words.

Words I’ve been dying to hear for years. Forever .

The first and last man to want me the way I want him. A reciprocation makes this moment more special.

As the tip of his cock hits my entrance, I part my legs farther, welcoming him in. My head falls back, and when he enters me, I sink further into his plush bed.

He pauses once he’s all the way in, allowing me to adjust to him before he pulls out and repeats. My body coils tight as my body hums. It's not going to take long for me to come again.

I groan loudly and rock my body with his. We fit tight and perfectly together. Our rhythm is set at a pace that we both can enjoy.

I feel the heat between my thighs building. My back arches as I chase friction on my clit. My breathing becomes ragged.

He grunts above me. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes as you come for me.”

I fight the urge to close my eyes by focusing on watching him. It's not hard when his face is filled with euphoria.

He continues his thrusts as his name leaves my lips in a chant.

I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, grasping at his perspired body. He doesn’t flinch.

“You feel incredible. You feel like mine.”

My body is sparking like a firecracker. It feels strange, yet incredible, something I haven't had in a while. And now I’m going to have it twice in one night. I can't even do that to myself.

It's as if every fiber in my body is being electrocuted. It's the mix of him and his words. Our eyes are locked, both of our mouths parted, sucking in large breaths of air.

Suddenly, my orgasm slams into me. My body ripples like a wave, head tipping back as I call out his name on a long moan.

He’s close, his body only thrusting harder a few more times before he stills. His cock jerks inside me as he grunts and groans my name. I watch the tight lines on his face as he orgasms, in a state of awe. He’s breathtaking.

"Are you okay?" he asks, still only thinking about me as he looks into my eyes.

"Perfect," I answer, and a slight smirk forms on his face. “I thought you were the quiet one.”

“So did I.”

“Then what changed?”

“You.”

Three letters that hit my core and make me fold over.

“I want to be my whole self with you. The way we share the same pain makes it hard for me to deny what we have, and how I want to be with you.”

My mouth opens and closes, and no response forms.

“Loud, unapologetically me, without worrying you will hurt me.”

“That’s beautiful.”

“Like you,” he says, skimming my face with his hand.

Under hooded eyes, I watch him blink his eyes open and they are brighter now. I expect him to pull out immediately and dispose of the condom, but he gives me a shit-eating grin before kissing my lips in a bruising claim.

When he pulls back, he whispers, “Thank you.”

“What for?” I ask in a daze.

“For tonight. For being you.”

I stare up at his dangerous smile, because he doesn't smile very often, so I know it's special at this moment.

“You're so beautiful when you smile,” I blurt out.

He shakes his head and kisses me more tenderly. “You’re the beautiful one, baby. Now let me clean you up.”

I nod, humming with satisfaction. He leaves the bathroom, and I hear the tap turn on. Is he running the tub?

Peeling myself up out of his comfortable bed, I walk to see him beside it, adding candles and bath scents.

He must sense me because as soon as I hit the entry, he turns. “You ready?”

I step over to him and take his hand, moving to the side of the tub.

Sitting down, I sigh as the warm water covers me. My eyes drift closed. “Now this is going to be hard to get out of.”

“Stay in as long as you want.”

I open my eyes, lips forming a small pout. “You aren’t joining me?”

“I need to get you some food. You haven’t eaten.”

“I’m not hungry,” I say quickly.

“But you haven’t eaten.”

“It’s okay.”

“You’ll sleep better after you eat,” he says softly, yet firmly. I could get used to having someone care for me like this.

“It’s fast food anyway.”

“Oh, our Chick-fil-A order.”

He chuckles at my high-pitched voice.

“Yes.”

“Well, now I changed my mind,” I say, settling back down into the tub, allowing my head to lay back on the headrest behind me.

He comes back a little later, wearing a pair of black sweat shorts, and sits on the edge of the tub.

“Is it ready?”

He nods.

Pulling the plug, I stand before him. His eyes drop slowly over my figure. He makes me feel incredible with just that one look.

“How did I get so lucky?” he says, holding a warm towel and helping me step out.

I wrap myself in the soft towel, savoring its warmth. “Mmm, thanks,” I reply, patting my face dry. “And I could say the same thing.”

He shakes his head. “Come on, baby. Let’s eat,” he says, not answering my question. Uncertainty now swarms my stomach as I grab my clothes to put back on.

“Let me get you something to wear,” he says. As he walks away, I enjoy watching his toned back.

When he’s gone, I towel dry. I hear a drawer open and close, then his heavy steps make their way back to me.

He returns with one of his tops. I can’t deny I’ve thought about wearing a man's shirt many times, but this is the first time I've ever had a man give me his shirt to wear.

I slip it on, and it feels heavenly. Soft and soaked in his delicious scent.

A grumble leaves his chest. “I love that on you.”

I look at him with an easy smile as the top sits on my knees. “It only works because you're taller than me.”

“You're perfect for me,” he says in a whisper, but I catch it.

For a guy who hasn't been with a woman in years, he sure knows exactly what to say and do.

The way he worked my body tonight was incredibly skilled. It's also nice knowing that I am not broken after not being able to come with Bobby.

We eat and watch TV in his bed, comfortable and at ease. When we lie down, I settle on top of his chest. The thump of his heart is like a lullaby and my lids close, but not before hearing more of his sweet words.

“My unique Shell. I'm obsessed with you.”

I stay silent, soaking in every single word that leaves his mouth. It's sexy, raspy, and everything I've ever wanted to hear. It’s sad that I've never heard them before, and I truly didn't think I deserved a life like this. Where a guy is obsessed with me. An unattainable dream. I hoped, of course. But there's something in the way that Evan says it that makes me believe him.

Bobby may have broken my heart, but Evan has pieced it back together.

I love the fact he brought back the carefree, bubbly attitude I once had. Maybe it’s because he’s the complete opposite of me. Either way, I’m mesmerized by him.

His lips brush my forehead as he lays a kiss there. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I don’t need any more encouragement because his strong arms wrap around me?his scent is everywhere, and my body is tired, so it doesn't take long for my eyes to close. I drift into a beautiful dream this time. One where I take him home and my parents love him…and he loves them.