Even with how wet she is, it's a tight fit, and it hits me again. She's a virgin.
Fuck.
I gently work my finger in, knowing I need to stretch her before I have her, and that won't be tonight.
When I try to add a second finger, she tenses up. I can't have that, so I lean in and kiss her. At the same time, reaching to play with her clit using my thumb. At my touch, she melts right back into the bed.
As I add a second finger, I don't stop playing with her clit and before I know it, she is clamping down around my fingers and gasping for breath. Freezing, I pull back to make sure she is okay.
She looks slightly dazed, with her eyes unfocused and her lips parted and plump from my kissing her. Slowly, I thrust in and out of her, and then her climax is right there on the edge.
"Eyes on me," I whisper. Because I want her thinking of me, knowing it’s me who gives her this pleasure.
Her eyes lock on mine as I add more pressure to her clit and a moment later her body tenses up and she reaches out to grip my arm. To stop me or prevent me from stopping, I'm not sure. But the moans she lets out as her body tenses are some of the sweetest I have ever heard and know they will haunt my dreams.
As she relaxes, I remove my hand from her panties, leaning down to give her a soft kiss before putting her body against mine and pulling the covers over us.
She's far too young for me, but there is no chance in hell I'm going back now.
Chapter 7
Aspen
What a hell of a dream! Wait until I tell Willow. Before I even open my eyes, those are my first thoughts waking up. When I stretch my body, I realize the sheets are so much more comfortable than anything that I can afford. That’s when I finally opened my eyes and realized it was not a dream. I am in Mr. Warner’s bed, rather, Evan’s bed.
The entire night comes flooding back to me and I bury my face in my hands. I can't believe that I actually went through with the auction. Much less that it was Brett's father that bought me for 5 million, no less.
The smell of coffee and bacon fills the air, which means Evan must be downstairs cooking breakfast. Getting up, I find his button-down shirt from last night draped over the chair, put it on, and use the bathroom before going downstairs.
I step into the doorway, and he turns to look at me. He's in sweatpants with no shirt, and my eyes rum over his very sculpted abs and his hard body, that looks nowhere near its age. Then my eyes meet his and the heat in them as they roam over my body gives me shivers and makes my body all tingly. It’s the look that I remember from last night when he took such care of my body. I can feel my cheeks flush and that causes a small smile to tug at his lips.
He holds a hand out to me, and I go willingly and easily like it's the most normal thing in the world for him to be shirtless cooking breakfast and me waking up in his bed. When I reach him, he wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head before turning back to make sure he doesn't burn bacon.
"Good morning, baby girl. There's coffee over there on the counter." He nods toward the counter to my left.
I make myself a cup of coffee and he watches my every move. It's no secret to him that coffee is what keeps me going and I'm thankful he has some ready and waiting for me.
Taking my cup, I head over to the table and barely sit down before he's setting a plate of food in front of me and sitting down in the chair next to mine with his plate in front of him. He watches me take a few bites of the eggs, bacon and toast before giving me an approving nod and taking a few bites for himself.
"Do you have any questions for me? Anything you want to know?" he asks.
There are a million things which run through my mind as I finish chewing a mouthful of eggs.
"Yes, but they aren't relevant to this," I say, deciding to take the easy way out. Then I drop my eyes back down to my plate and take another bite of breakfast.
"Come on. Let’s hear it,” he says. “We're going to do this, so there has to be a certain element of trust between us and that will go both ways."
A small smile crosses his face, so I decide to go forward and ask my question. The worst he can say is that he doesn't want to talk about it like Brett would say when I would ask.
"I want to know about Brett's mom. He never really talked about her, so I always wondered," I ask. The smile on Evan's face falters. Then he gets a serious look and nods for a moment lost in thought.
"Well, I was young and stupid. I was fifteen, she was seventeen, and I thought I was in love. But really, she just saw my family's money and loved it when I would spend money on her. When I wouldn't spend money on what she wanted, she would make it known how upset she was. At fifteen, I didn't know any better and kept spending money on her so I would keep getting laid." He takes a sip of his coffee and almost looks mad, though I can't tell if it's mad about the subject or mad at himself or mad that he has to now open up about all this to me.
"Right before my sixteenth birthday, she found out she was pregnant. Thankfully, that's also when my parents got involved, demanded a DNA test, and got our lawyers involved. See, my parents knew that she was after our money and it's why they gave me a spending limit. I wasn't given free access to our money."
That was news to me. I had no idea that he came from family money. I had always thought that he was self-made because I know that he built his business from the ground up.
"Long story short, my dad had a great good lawyer, and we got custody of the child. Though she didn't fight too hard because she thought that she'd be riding the gravy train of child support. Well, my lawyer was smarter than that and thankfully, so were my parents and I got full custody of Brett. She got him every other weekend and to keep her happy, neither of us paid child support. When Brett was three, she stopped taking him for her weekends, claiming it was too hard while she was in college." At this point he gives a bitter laugh and glances over at me.