Page 29 of Broken Rules
“Love your place,” she says, glancing around the open area, checking out a few art pieces I’ve crafted, and stopping at the coffee table. “Is this custom?” Crouching to get a closer look, she touches the multi-blue epoxy resin replication of water running through the wood. “I’ve never seen furniture so expressive. Such attention to detail, as if I’m looking at a canyon river through a photograph. Simply gorgeous.”
Like you.
“Thank you. That one’s my favorite piece. I stored away all the fancy shit Kylo had in here. Not my style.”
She glances back at me with a smirk, then stands. “Did you make this?”
I nod. “Just a hobby. Something I enjoy doing on Sundays when I have time off work.”
“Just a hobby?” Evie walks toward me. “You should expand that idea. I’d buy your art in a heartbeat.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Continuing to look around, she adds, “So, where’s this pool table at?”
“Upstairs, in the lounging room.”
Evie follows me to the stairs, arching a brow as I wait for her to go ahead. “I’m going off a hunch that you’re an ass man. I hope the view’s nice back there.”
Chuckling, I, in fact, check out her ass as she sways her hips more than usual. “Ass, tits, smart mouths. I’m not picky.”
She hums, reaching the top, and it’s taking everything in me not to pull her aside and kiss those luscious pink lips.
Would she let me?
Entering the room, we both head toward the pool table, and she racks up like she’s been shooting pool all her life. “I’ll break.”
Grabbing two cue sticks, I lean on the wall waiting for her to finish, then she walks toward me to take one, but I hold on to it. “Food, somewhere quiet, and we get to know one another.”
“Don’t get too cocky now.” She smirks as I let her have the stick.
Strolling to the head of the table, she leans forward, closing one eye as she takes the shaft between her fingers, gliding it back and forth, then wacks the cue ball into the others. Two of them land into a pocket, and I give her a round of applause.
“That was beautiful.”
“I’m only getting started. I got stripes.”
I watch as she continues to sink each one, but my gaze mainly falls on her ass while she pokes it out each time. “You learned from the best, you say?
“Yup.” Sinking another, she strolls to the other side and smirks. “My dad lives in San Francisco, and I used to stay with him, sometimes my grandma, during the summer. My cousins Enzo and Luca lived with her, and I would play in their basement whenever I visited. Enzo taught me how to win.”
“Clearly. Are you close with your family?” I ask, enjoying her willingness to talk. She misses this time, and it’s my turn to go.
“Only on my dad’s side. Both of my cousins helped me get through my rough years. Enzo got me out of the house for fresh air, and to have fun, which I’m grateful for—Luca was a lot like me. Quiet, reserved...angry, and why I gravitate toward him when I need someone to talk to. He knows things about me I never told Enzo because he wouldn’t understand, things no child should have to witness.” She stops talking, her eyes glossing over. “Anyway, I love both of them more than anything,” she says, changing the subject.
“Sounds like a great family.” I smile and scratch the cue ball on purpose, wanting to know more about her.
She lets out a shaky breath, then smiles. “You never lose, eh?” Grabbing the ball from the pocket, she places it down, sinks number nine, and focuses on eight. “Say goodbye to Peaches.”
Evie steps in close, trailing her index finger down my cue, then leans forward on the table, swaying her ass in front of me. I can’t help moving in behind her, and she glances over her shoulder, then quickly gets ready to shoot. Gripping the end of the stick, I place it between her thighs, and she gasps, hitting the eight ball off the table as I gently press the butt against her pussy.
“Lex—” she moans as I gradually move along her leggings, and my dick swells.
Placing my hand on her stomach, I draw her back to my chest, and she wraps her arm behind my neck, rubbing her ass on my cock the more I stroke. I want to bend her over, fuck her right here on the table, but the view of her body pressing against mine, and her lips parting as she moans, is too beautiful to stop my tease.
With my free hand, I trail her stomach, lowering to the waistband of her pants, waiting for any signs of resistance. She hums, bucking her hips forward while raking her nails down the nape of my neck, and I dip into her panties. As soon as my fingers brush something metal along her clit, I drop the cue stick and groan—a fucking piercing.
Her hold on my neck tightens, and the perfect moans passing through her lips get louder as I sink through her slit, rubbing along her entrance before sliding back to her clit. I’m on the edge of coming, kissing down her neck, groping her tit as she grinds faster on my dick. Her scent sends my senses into overdrive until she rakes my skin again, pushing me further—every sensation causing a shiver down my spine.
