so huge fit inside of me without tearing me to pieces.
I lifted up and eased down on him slowly, letting my walls acclimate to his size in increments. A moan rolled from my throat when he was all the way in.
My head fell forward so Evander and I were forehead to forehead. “Goddammit,” he breathed when my hips moved, adjusting him between my slick walls. I moved up and down on top of him in fast beats.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Our eyes locked in a heated tangle. The stars in his eyes twinkled for me and only me. Was this how it felt to fuck someone you were in love with?
I understood all the lacy love songs I played on my harp now. I felt them settling into my marrow.
Staring at Evander while I rode his dick was like staring into the universe. His eyes were dark and beautiful with so many possibilities.
“I love you,” I said, my forehead wrinkling in a frown from trying to talk while he filled me to the brim.
“I love you too, baby.” He tipped his head up a caught my bottom lip with his teeth.
My ass clapped against him the faster I went. He felt so good. So hard. So fucking thick.
He was careful of my dress, gently bunching it around my waist. I knew how hard it was for him not to tear and shred it to get me naked. I appreciated his consideration. It only made me love him more. He always paid attention to the tiny things.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I warned. His warm mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and nibbling until it was so hard my breast ached. The dash of pain mixed with pleasure sent me over the edge.
“Oh my god, Evander. Fuck me!” I whined as my orgasm thickened and turned fluid at my core. It was lava churning inside. It came spilling out when he pressed his teeth against my other nipple.
I climaxed without objection. He came right after me exploding. Throbbing.
“Shit, girl…” He breathed, against my open mouth.
“You said you wouldn’t!” The voice smacked into me like a fucking bat.
Frankie.
I scrambled off Evander and looked to the bedroom door. Frankie stood there with tears in her big brown eyes. Evander grabbed a blanket to cover himself while I hurried to slip my arms into my straps.
“Frank, I…”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me anything! You lied to me!” Each word was an icepick in my heart. She rushed out of the bedroom and I ran after her but she was quicker than me. She disappeared through the door joining my suite with her and Evander’s.
The door slammed with a thud in my face. I jumped at the sound, my chest heaving. Needles dug beneath my skin and heat burned my cheeks.
“Fuck!” Evander growled, rounding the corner. His shirt was still un-tucked. His eyes were a mixture of pain and regret. I hoped the regret wasn’t because of us. That would break my heart.
“I’m gonna talk to her,” he sighed, sliding his hands down his face.
“I’ll come, I said. My entire body was vibrating with adrenaline.
“No…just let me do this, Xari.” When he disappeared through the door too, I felt alone and heavy with guilt.
I should have talked to Frankie about how I felt about her father at least a little bit. Maybe enough to let her know I thought he was fine.
Something.
The girl had no idea Evander and I were even attracted to each other. I knew she was hurting and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and apologize. I needed to explain how complicated shit like this was. I wanted to beg her to forgive me.
After a few minutes ticked by, I moved from my spot in front of the adjoining door and sat quietly on the couch in the sitting room. My posture was loose and my face held no expression. Everything on me felt too heavy. I was stuck underwater with no way out.
I couldn’t feel like this before my performance. It would be awful. I’d have no way of connecting to anything I played because my thoughts would be on Frankie. I had to try talking to her at least. I only had twenty minutes before I had to set up and forty-five minutes before the wedding began.
I tried to use the joining door but it was locked from the other side. I knocked a few times and waited. After what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds,