Page 62 of Ache
With one tiny lift of her hips I’m sinking inside her, taking everything she’s offering me.
“Fuck, I love you.” I move slowly, gluttonously, absorbing each generous inch of her body.
“I love you, too,” she huffs as that’s what we partake in, a head-on collision of love.
Everly jerks up the wall with each of my powerful thrusts. The punches of pleasure evident on her gorgeous face.
“Tage,” she moans freely, and I eat it fucking up. How long have I waited for this? For us?
I continue with my measured strokes, bracing for impact. It’s coming — we both are.
“Oh, fuck,” Everly pants with her eyes squeezed shut. She’s strangling the shit out of my cock, forcing my hips to move faster.
“Damn,” I choke as she comes. She’s so free, so alive, and it’s all because of me. I watch her for as long as I can, body plastered against the shower wall, riding a tidal wave of ecstasy.
Finally, I implode, throbbing harder and roaring louder than I could even anticipate. This wasn’t a hard, fast fuck, that drummed up my adrenaline faster than the speed of sound. It was a passionate, painstaking affair that employed every part of us. The physical, the mental, the spiritual.
I crush her against the wall with my body, heaving for air. Everly buries her face in my neck and we just are.
We are just there. Just together. Just satisfied. Just content. Just ready to face whatever the future has in store.
24
Alec
Idon’t know if Everly is up for this.
I’m wracked with indecision just looking at her. She may be calm on the outside but she’s a freaking mess on the inside.
I prepare witnesses for trial for a living, I know the signs. I can see when they are going to crack. And I think this pressure might just be Ever’s undoing.
She wrings her hands in the back seat of the SUV as we drive out to Chicago Statesville Penitentiary. It’s where Gunner is serving twenty-five to life for aggravated assault, child endangerment, drug trafficking, and attempted murder. Bad dude pretty much sums him up. It’s no wonder Ever is wound tighter than a guitar string.
“Here.” I hand her my vape from the front seat. “It will take the edge off.”
Without missing a beat, she grabs the pen and takes a hard drag. She chokes right after, coughing her head off. Everly has never been interested in smoking or doing any kind of drug that I’m aware of. Ramifications of a drug-addict mother, I’m sure. Every time I puffed, she just let me do my thing. Because it was just that, my thing. She takes another lungful, and this time she manages to handle it better. The car smells like blueberries now, thanks to my new choice in oil. Everly hands the pen back, and I take a pull myself, expelling a thick cloud of smoke out the cracked window. I offer it to Tage next. We can just make it a puff-puff party.
He grabs the pen and mimics my actions, his cloud of smoke rivaling mine.
The car becomes quiet after that. Each of us lost in our own unique high.
Which is, I think, what we all needed. Calm and quiet before the storm.
* * *
Tage pulledsome strings to get us in to see Gunner. Whatever organization he works for, it has deep pockets and a hell of a far reach. Since we left New York, the dime has been on them. The hotel room, the car, the food, and now this. A private escort straight to a notorious criminal. And I thought I worked for high rollers.
We are met at the gate by two corrections officers and the warden himself.Damn.
We all exchange the necessary niceties. Introductions, handshakes, and all that, then we are walking. Through maximum security hallways that are a dusty yellow and direly depressing.
Remind me never to commit any felonies.
Ever is a spooked cat. Both Tage and I remain close, flanking each side of her like bodyguards. That’s what we’ll both become, too, if it comes down to it.
We are shown into a medium-sized room with a table and several chairs. The windows overhead are grimy, and there is a faint smell of bleach and piss.
Yum.
