Everly’s POV

Fucked!

That was what this was. And it wasn’t what happened earlier with the conversation between Chris, me and Brian. No, that’s not what I mean.
I mean what was happening right now, right this moment on the balcony of my and Brian’s apartment.

I was supposed to be wretched, devastated. I was supposed to be in tears, torn up over the fact that I had just seen my ex-fiancé, that his words had been everything from hateful to wounding as he lashed out at me for moving on from him the way that I did.

But I wasn’t any of that.

I had no idea how the situation had gotten this out of hand, this sinful in just a couple of minutes.
My breathe was ragged and heavy, as I closed my eyes, white-knuckling the railing of the balcony.

This is really fucked up, I told myself as I absorbed every furious thrust behind me with a guiltless pleasure.

Instead of feeling heartbroken, filled with grief, I was in ecstasy, filled with the brutal heat and deep pleasure of Brian’s cock inside me.

There was still some anger, some fire tickling in from our fight at the pool but we gladly put that energy to use. His hand encircled my throat, Brian held me exactly where and how he wanted me, his free hand groping my breast, squeezing me hard as he slammed in and out of my wetness.

He was strong, merciless – easily shattering my idea of what good, hard sex was. Whatever notion I had before was a pitiful joke compared to the complete possession I felt with Brian.

He was a natural dominant in the way his hands slid all over my body, positioning me swiftly to his liking. And whatever was good for him I was sure was better for me because I had never felt this storm brewing in my body before. I had already come once, my breasts shaking in his hands as he pumped pleasure inside me.

“This is all I want, Eve” His sharp whisper cut through the silent night. Sliding his hand from my throat to my jaw, he travelled his fingers over my lips.

“This mouth is the only fucking mouth I want. I want it first thing in the morning. I want it to be the last thing I taste at night. I don’t want to hear it say any other man’s name, do you hear me?” he panted in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed eagerly “Only yours”

With a groan, he dropped his hand so both squeezed my breasts, giving himself leverage to fuck me harder. I was as out of my mind as Brian was. He seemed to need this even more than I did, had to make a point, he seemed even more rattled from the earlier events than I was. Maybe even afraid…anxious of what was about to happen.

“You can have anything, just don’t stop” I moaned, because I felt that’s what he needed to hear. His lips spread in a grin against the back of my neck as he reached around to my front.

“I won’t” That velvet reassurance ran over my skin like a shiver as he played gently with my clit.

“Not till I hear you come again.” His fingers, such talented fingers tangled in my hair, Brian stroked between my legs, all while keeping the rhythm of his measured thrusts inside me.

“I don’t ever want to stop” God, it was the best thing I could possibly hear. I gasped for breath as he held me still and took me over completely.

“Come for me, Eve” he demanded, his hand still in my hair.

“I need to hear you come for me”

I whimpered, the tension building with a force in my core “Let me look at you when I come” I whispered, gasping when Brian withdrew from inside me, leaving me with a painful emptiness.

It was barely a second as he carried me from the balcony to the bed but in my mind it felt like an eternity. Just as my back hit the mattress, his exquisite body hovered above me, and I forgot everything, knowing it was worth the momentarily loss.

When he entered me again, I fisted the sheets and moaned, our eyes locked in the same trance as we rocked against each other, the passion between us igniting a whole new fire.

My nails dug into his skin as the thrust of his hips grew shorter, tighter – each push between my legs joined by a grunt between his clenched teeth.

“Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” Brian hissed against my neck as we both neared our peak.

“You are going to make me come harder than I ever have in my life, Eve. You drive me fucking crazy.” Slow and steady before, his tempo quickened again.

I was in sensory overload as he kissed my breasts and licked them. When I finally came, the sound of my cry brought him with me. The room filled with the roar of his pleasure as a vicious orgasm shoot through his entire body.

When he collapsed on top of me, I stroked his cheek. I relished the awe mixed with content in his eyes, and every hot breath from his mouth that brushed against my swollen lips. Under the strength of his weight, I lay in bliss, in my own private paradise as I simply watched him watch me.

There was no need for answers tonight.

I had questions for Brian before we left this place and I promised myself I’d dare to get them when we came back but I didn’t need them anymore. I hadn’t been certain of anything in a long time, but securely wrapped in Brian’s arms, the air dancing with the words we didn’t have to say, I was certain. I had lost control and fallen hard, but it didn’t matter.

Because he had done just the same.

Brian’s POV

I hoped after last night, that no doubts were left in place. I knew what I had felt for Everly that night, what I had been feeling for quite a long time already, but last night it was crashing down on us completely.

Especially after the events from before, after Chris barging in, the hurtful words, the painful expression on Eve’s face. God, I wished I could have done more. How could Chris act this way?!

When I woke up this morning, I took a quick shower to refresh and now was starting to pack up my bags. I was throwing the things I unpacked back in and was about to zip up everything. I wasn’t planning on staying here any time longer.

“But what about the others?” Eve’s voice travelled over to me. I stood near the bags with my hair still wet, and just a towel around my hips. I sighed and sank back down on the bed.

“I don’t know” I looked over at her, “I will tell them Chris made a choice. And that we are not part of that anymore.”

“He was doubting himself last night, you saw that” Eve said carefully and I gritted my teeth. He did, he doubted his decision because he saw me with Eve. He saw how happy we were, how good we were, and that was why he wanted it back.

“I did” I lifted my gaze to Everly.

“But if calling the wedding off takes you saying you’ll take him back, I don’t care to see it happen anymore. I know you wouldn’t actually go back to him. I know you want nothing to do with him anymore. But if you say those words, he will hold them against you and harass you for… I don’t know how long, but long enough to continue being a part of your life, and that’s not fair to you. You deserve to move on from him, to live again.”

I wasn’t afraid that she would turn her back on me and go back to Chris. I knew she wouldn’t go back to him, no matter what. He hurt her too much and she must have realized that he wasn’t right for her. Maybe I wasn’t either, but I wished I was, I wished this, between us was as important to her as it was to me.

“Brian” She had moved over to me sitting close by my side and I pulled her further into my body, needed to feel and hold her.

“I obviously want that, and trust me, I don’t want to stay here any longer myself. I was ready to go the second I laid eyes on Chris last night. But I also didn’t want you to go home and feel like you didn’t do enough, you always called this a family and even if Chris and I are separated he was always your friend first.” I appreciated her words, and she was right, had been right, but I wasn’t sure anymore how I felt about the situation and about Chris.
He had been part of us for so long, had been close as a brother to me, but was it still that way? Could it be that way again?

I pulled Eve onto my lap, held her against my naked chest and pressed my lips against her neck. Then I turned her sideways and looked deeply into her eyes. And it felt like she could look into my soul. Those three little words were dancing in my mind, it felt too long ago that we made love the third time even when it was just last night and even then they almost popped out but I held them back.

I was afraid, I never felt this close to someone, never really thought about saying those words with such a meaning to anyone. But deep down I knew it was too fast for those words. She looked at me like she was sensing what I felt, what I was thinking about, but I was too afraid to say them.

At least not yet.

So instead I said “We will give it one more shot,” Then I smirked “Might as well considering the 4AM craziness they sent us”

“True” Everly lips parted into a smile. It had been comical, almost.

Because during the third time of our lovemaking last night, I had a feeling someone had been at our door, not that either Eve or I had cared, but the feeling hadn’t lost me. Maybe there even was a knock, but we didn’t open, didn’t stop… this had been just about us.

The consequences were that both Eve and I received a text message from our exes. While Rachel’s had been passive aggressive while flirty, nothing really changed anything for me, she always had a been a drama queen, and was afraid someone stole her the show.

Though the real drama queen was my friend Chris, that was at least my thought after Eve had shown me the message that she received from him:

Everly, I can’t sleep. I can’t think about anything but how furious I am with you and how sorry I am to you.

If you want me to admit it, I’m jealous. I am as fucking disgusted as I am jealous that you let him fuck you like that.

I want a chance to remind you that I can make you feel better than he does but I know that after what I did to you, you will never give me that chance so at least let me know that you don’t hate me.

I’m a fucking ball of fury, heartache and regret and I don’t know how to let all those feelings live inside me at once. It fucking hurts Everly. I fucked up. I’m a coward.

That much I know but I have made my bed so I will sleep in it. Just let me have a good memory of you before you go.

Even if none of us mean it inside and we are all secretly wishing we could rip each other’s throats out, let’s just fake it. For the sake of the last memories we get of each other, let’s just sit together and talk and pretend we are okay with each other’s new lives.

You don’t have to come to my wedding, I would prefer that you didn’t. But at least see me tomorrow morning.

You will mee my future wife, I will make amends with Brian and then we will move on like strangers or at least two people who don’t still love each other.

I’m begging you, Eve. Please.

Notes

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