Standing and pressing her body against the bar with his own, Will kissed her hungrily, his mouth and beard wet with her own juices. At his waist, he fumbled to unbuckle his jeans and she reached down eagerly to help. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers first felt the hard, long dick as it was finally released. Without hesitation, she began to run her hand up and down its length, drawing a shiver from the gorgeous man in response.

“Eva.” She could listen to him whisper her name forever. “Eva, I fucking need you.”

She groaned back and kissed him. “I want you to take me—please. Take me hard.”

She heard him say her name one more time before kissing her even harder, while at the same time fumbling in his jeans to find a condom and roll it over his length. She waited impatiently, running her hands up and down his muscular chest, anxious to feel as much of his hard body as she could get her hands on, but much more anxious to feel his hardness between her legs.

“Tell me you want me,” said Will as he wrapped himself against her and pulled her leg up around his waist. His cock was pressed right at the entrance of her pussy but he didn’t push forward yet, choosing to tease her instead. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Eva dug her nails into Will’s shoulders and moved her hips, begging with them. “I want you to fuck me, Will. I need you to fuck me.”

He growled and pushed his entire length into her wet pussy, and she answered with a cry of the deepest pleasure. She both heard and felt her name in a hot breath that blew across her ear as he began to pump, his hands squeezing her ass tightly for leverage as her body was pressed against the bar with every thrust. In the cabinets below, glasses rattled and tipped over loudly at the savagery of their fucking. Each passing minute only increased the speed and power of his hips as they drove his cock into her with relentless passion.

Eva let go of her inhibitions. She tossed her head back and gave in to the feeling of Will’s hard cock pushing deep inside, of his rough, desperate hands on her, and his mouth greedily sucking on the skin at her chest. He pulled down the thin straps of her nightie until her breasts were exposed, then pulled a swollen bud into his mouth as he continued to fuck her.

“Are you gonna come again for me?” he said, strained voice coming from around her nipple.

“Yes,” said Eva. “Yes, please, make me come. I’m so close.”

Will leaned over her and pulled her nearly naked skin against his with a strong hand. His growl sounded right in her ear, breath hot against her sensitive neck. “You better come all over my cock, Eva. I want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. His dirty talk was all she needed to fall over the edge.

A second orgasm washed over her with a fury, sending her whole body into wracking trembles. Underneath her, Will began to cry out himself, his cock pulsing and twitching within her womb, emptying into its wet latex shield.

Eva supported herself on shaky arms against the bar with Will panting above her, both of them covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Even still, within moments he was back to planting soft exploratory kisses all over her chest between gasping breaths.

“I think that was more than one question,” she said, closing her eyes to the continuing pleasure of Will’s soft lips.

~ ELEVEN ~

Will woke up still feeling Eva’s skin on his own. He dreamt of her wetness around his length, so real it hurt to wake up and find himself on the scratchy couch alone, instead. His jeans confined his aching erection uncomfortably, and he rolled over to sit up and rid himself of it.

Morning light was just coming over the tops of the trees, but it still felt like too much to his tired eyes. He and Eva hadn’t finished with each other until well into the night. Hell, he was probably only asleep an hour or two. He still felt half-drunk on whiskey and lust. After they fucked in the bar, Eva dragged him back up into her bedroom where they continued, as quietly as possible, until Will was finally so physically exhausted he couldn’t stay awake.

He wished again that he could have stayed in bed next to Eva. Curled up against the soft heat of her body, it felt like she was somehow feeding a hunger he didn’t even know he had. But she had rightly cautioned against it, worried Charlie would get more upset than he already was. So Will had pulled himself away from her, somehow, with slow re-dressing and long, lingering kisses as she lay there like a work of art, naked against the sheets.

I can’t remember the last time I actually wanted to stay and sleep next to a woman. But she’s so different. There was an ache deep inside Will’s chest that he hadn’t felt in a while. He put a hand there, uncomfortable, like he could rub it out.

This was bad, his gut told him. Wanting to fuck Eva from the second he saw her was one thing, an understandable thing, although his first instinct had told him to stay away. But now that it was done, he didn’t regret for a second the fact that he could now conjure the feel of her legs wrapped around him, or the particular feel of her pussy when he was buried within its warm embrace. But he felt something else happening to both of them that gave him cause for concern.

When he was with Eva, Will felt the fog in his head clear up in ways he didn’t understand. He couldn’t deny that. It was disarming, and distracting, and the truth was, Will had spent so long now in the raging dark that seeing even a sliver of daylight made his stomach twist up. Light wasn’t light anymore, not in his mind; light was fire, and he was done getting burned. He couldn’t believe he had opened up to her the way he did, about his past.

Eva, her sweetness—what could he do but break it? That was why he had wanted to avoid doing this in the first place with her, but the attraction was too strong. When she was around, he couldn’t even think straight.

What was more surprising was her own hungry lust. Not because he couldn’t imagine such passion coming from a person like her, but rather, he thought of her like a delicate flower that he didn’t want to pick from the garden, for fear of ruining its loveliness. The fact that the flower chose to bloom and brighten once picked, instead of withering and dying, was what had shocked him. He had been afraid to really touch her, for fear of what someone like him could do to someone like her.

Or was I more afraid of what someone like her could do to someone like me?

Will swallowed hard against the unsettling thought and his suddenly dry throat. He rubbed his hands hard against his face and stood up from the shitty salon couch. It doesn’t matter, the end is the same. This can’t happen. She’s no different from the rest of the women—time to get out of the champagne room.

Yet he wasn’t entirely convinced. Those familiar thoughts seemed more foreign to him now. Almost out of place. Shrugging, he cracked his back and shoulders and headed into the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee. In any case, he resolved to stick with it. Will had to create some distance between he and Eva. With any luck, he’d only be here a day or two more, anyway. The cartel was sure to show up soon. He could do his job here, and get the fuck out.

What job is that, again? taunted another dissenting voice within his head. A job no one asked you to do?

He shook the thoughts from his mind, focusing instead on the drip of the coffee machine, watching the way the glass blossomed with steam as it brewed. There was stirring from down the hall as Charlie left his bedroom and made an immediate turn into the bathroom for about thirty seconds, then returned. Will had just poured his first cup when Charlie came into the kitchen, dressed and more bright-eyed than Will expected.