Just a Crush Ch. 05

My thoughts drifted to when we were younger and our snow days from school weren't spent for sleeping in but for the snow fights the whole neighborhood seemed to take part in. Boys versus girls seemed to be the unspoken knowing of teams. As much as I would bundle up, my day always seemed to end with Evan stuffing a good amount of snow in any opening he could find, he was a hell raiser even back then, thus leaving me to cold to care who won or lost. But if I had to admit, nine time out of ten, the boys were the ones bragging about their victory. Only when my Dad decided to show mercy and join us girls did we have a fighting chance. I smiled at the memory of me waiting for him to pull in the driveway, and before he could even make it in the house, he was greeted with my pleading cries for him to help us beat the boys. My Dad, my constant hero, would rarely ever say no. My Mother would always joke while trying to warm us up afterwards with hot chocolate and towels that he was like a child himself. Snow fights were never the same after he left us and as the years went by we played less and less until we didn't have them at all.

My Mom engulfed herself in work, partly to make ends meet and partly as a means of a distraction. Oddly enough she spent more time with other peoples children than she did her own. Part of me resents her for not being there when we needed her most and another part understands. She lost the love of her life and her being at work all the time in way helped me build a relationship with the Bianchi's and a certain Bianchi is sitting right beside me now wanting me just as much as I have wanted him for years. I thought I would grow out of my crush for him, but as we got older my feelings got stronger. Him always seeing me as Mark's sister probably hurt the most and I couldn't help but envy every girl that caught his attention the way I so desperately wanted. The only thing that comforted me was knowing that I knew a side of Evan they never would. He was sensitive, caring, and his ambition to this day amazes me. Girls always got the playful, no regrets Evan. But I cherished the moments I got to see his depth. I wonder now if he ever knew how I felt for him. Was I that good at hiding my feelings? When did he see me more than just some little girl, the night I kissed Travis?

"What are you thinking about?" Evans voice brings me out of my thoughts.

"Oh nothing." I replied nonchalantly. Catching a quick glimpse he's smirking as if he knows I'm lying but chooses not to confront me.

"Okay." He briefly glances away from the road. He smiles that seductive smile of his that makes my stomach do flip flops every time before he returns his gaze back to the road. I watch him as he removes a hand from the steering wheel, and grabbing mine he twines his fingers in between so that our fingers are laced together. His big hand seems to engulf my small one and I find comfort in the warmth it brings to my cold one. I knew a dress had other flaws other than being uncomfortable, it brought no comfort when cold weather was present.

Before long we pulled in his driveway, helping me out of the truck we walked through the door and was greeted with warmth from the cold outside. My first thoughts were to take off my shoes, but remembering what Evan had said to me earlier had me opting to take my cardigan off first instead, letting him be the one to decide when my heels came off or not.

"Maybe I should stop at home and grab some clothes. I don't have anything to sleep in." I said to him grabbing at my dress while I followed him to the living room. I watched him plop down on the couch and immediately loosen his dress shirt from his slacks.

"I have something you can wear, but I really wasn't planning on you wearing anything at all." His sexy grin spreads across his face and I couldn't help but move closer like a moth to a flame at his words.

"Is that so?" I said as I stopped and stood in front of where he sat on the couch.

"Yep." He said so matter of factly grabbing me and pulling me down so that I straddled his lap.

I giggled in surprise but quickly quieted when I looked at his green eyes to find them darkened with lust. I grew suddenly aware that the position we are in gives a delightful friction for us both every time I move above him. Liking the feel, I lifted up briefly and moved my dress so that it pooled around our laps and left me intimately placed on top of him so that our only barrier was my black thong and his slacks.

He groans and places his hands on my waist to still my movements.

"See, a tease." He says to me heatedly.

"I'm not a tease when I have no intentions of stopping." And before he can say anything back I place my lips softly to his and melt into him.

Our kiss holds a promise of what is to come and soon enough he wraps his arms around me, finds the zipper to my dress, and slowly pulls it down. Breaking our kiss he pulls my dress down so that it bunches at my waist and he stares at my bare chest. Silently thanking Steph for convincing me not to wear a bra, I love the look Evan is giving me right now and my nipples pucker at his intense gaze.

"God you're beautiful Natty." He lets out breathlessly before he gently grasps both of my breasts in his hands and starts to rub small circles over my nipples with his thumbs.

Words leave me and the only response I give is a pleasant sigh. Evan's touches really do wonders to my body. It was like my body was made for his. I lean my head back and push my chest towards his hands. He releases my breasts and follows his fingertips down my extended neck, in between my cleavage, until he reaches my belly button. His mouth teasingly covers my neck where his fingers had just traced. I rake my fingers through his hair urging him not to stop as he places one nipple into his warm mouth while his hand lightly pinches and tugs the other. I can't help but grind my hips into his erection, enjoying the sweet friction it seems to be creating against my sex. Pulling on his hair I pull his head away from my breast and kiss him hungrily before I break away panting leaving my forehead on his.

"Bed. Now." I get out through my labored breathing.

"Well aren't you the bossy one." Grabbing my bare ass he lifts me in one graceful movement and I lock my legs around his still wearing my heels.

"See I told you I would see your legs wrapped around me wearing these." He points out to me arrogantly. But before I could kick them off as if trying to defy his cockiness, he captures my lips with his and I'm lost again.

He carries me towards his bedroom not breaking contact and I can't help but to wonder how many times he's done this as I realize he hasn't bumped into a single thing on the way. I don't have much time to contemplate as he drops me on the edge of his bed knocking the air out of me in the process. He didn't bother to flick any of the lights on. The moonlight was bright just like our first night together and I could make out his figure perfectly in the dim light. I look up to see that sexy smile of his and I immediately reach up to try to pull him towards me. He grabs my hands and pries my fingers off of his shirt before pushing me back onto the bed so that I'm leaning on my elbows anxiously watching him, wanting him.

I don't have to wait long before I watch him grab one foot at a time and carefully removes my heels and rubbing my soles with his strong hands as soon as each heel hit's the ground. I can't help the soft moans that escape my lips as he relieves my aches it had caused me by wearing them all night. Afterwards he pulls on my legs so that my butt is closer to the edge of the bed and my eyes grow wide not able to take my eyes off him. I know what he is about to do and I restrain my self from touching him, not wanting him to stop. His hands tug at my dress that is still bunched around my waist and I lift my hips up helping him pull it off just to watch it be discarded on the floor. His hands travel up the inside of my thighs gently urging them farther apart before he finally places his hand over my thong clad mound.

"You're so wet." His voice almost comes out strangled.

I can't help but blush and all of sudden feel entirely to exposed to his gaze. I close my eyes and try to push my thighs back together. Put his hands return to my thighs forcefully holding them open.

"No. Don't." He commands me and I don't dare not to listen and stop trying to close my legs. But I keep my eyes closed not able to bring myself to look at him just yet.

"Look at me." He growls. Another command from him and I look into his eyes almost immediately. They are so beautiful, so hungry, and so mine. All my uneasiness floats away and vanishes at the lust I see in them.

He removes my panties and stares at my bare sex for a few seconds as if he was taking a mental picture to remember it always. I don't even think I've seen my own vagina the way he is seeing it right now. I feel him spread my pussy lips open with his fingers and his tongue instantly finds my engorged clit. I fall back so that my head is laying flat on his bed and I buck my hips up towards his face. I can't help cry out in pleasure that surfaces at his demonstration. Using his arm he glues my body to the bed so that I can't move. He inserts first one, then two fingers into my wet hole gently stroking in and out while his tongue still continues to flick at my clit. I let my self go letting him bring my body over the edge, and just when I think I'm going to explode he stops.

"No!" I exclaim frustrated and wanting.

I look down to see him lift his head and send me a playful smile, my juices covering his mouth. Frustrated I grab his shirt forcefully and bring his mouth to mine. I taste myself on him and it turns me on even more. He groans at my ferocity I placed in my kiss and I use it as an opportunity to gain some control. Not giving him time to think I remove his shirt, aching to feel his skin against mine. Only when I reach for his button on his pants does that break the trance. Just when I think he is going to pull away from me again he scoops his arm underneath my lower back and slides me up so that I lay in the middle of his bed pinned beneath him. His hands are everywhere, stroking me, grabbing me. I rake my nails up his back and with a groan he removes his mouth from mine. Catching my breath I feel him tug his slacks down between us and I'm welcomed with his length against my sex. I buck my hips against him feeling him slide against my wetness. He doesn't place himself inside me right away and I groan and grab his arms urging him to stop waiting. who's the tease now? In one quick movement he slams into me and I scream my response. I feel so full, so right, so Evan's. He moves his body as if he was forcing mine to realize he was claiming it as his. Rolling his hips I feel the pleasure burst through me like fireworks and all I can do is cling to his body never wanting it to leave mine. My ears are ringing and my toes curl into the sheets beneath me. He continues into a steady rhythm and I meet him on every thrust wanting my body to take all he can give.

His thrusts become more forceful and I'm greeted by his alpha words "Mine", in my ear over and over again. Yes I' am his, at this moment my body belongs to him more than it does to me. The effects of having his body be inside mine, his words he breathes into my ear, have me in no time screaming my release and I feel my pussy ripple against his invading member. He slams into me a couple more times before I hear him groan and I feel his seed empty inside me. He rolls and collapses to the side of me, grabbing me, he protectively wraps his arm around me pulling me to him. My head is spinning and I desperately try to catch my breath.

My body calms and the only way I can even think to describe the way I'm feeling right now is love. I love Evan Bianchi, always have, always will. No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance It never worked. And I can't help but be happy about that fact as I sit here in the after glow of our love making.

Not bothering to remove his arm I roll so that I'm laying on my stomach just like Evan. I flutter my eyes open to see him staring at me with a peaceful look on his face. It takes my breath away and I instinctively brush the backs of my fingers across his face.

"Come with me." His groggy voice breaks the silence.

It takes time for me to comprehend what he means until I finally realize he means Colorado. My heart drops and I say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"I'm not done with school yet." Leave it to me to try to rationalize things when I should just let it be.

"But you will be soon, I can wait." And I can tell he really means it.

He really would wait for me. But I can't let him, this is his dream, to finally get away. I cant stop him from that he still has a lot of stuff to take care of in Colorado to prepare for their shop to open. What about Mark it would mean dealing with him way sooner than I expected. It could ruin their friendship, their career. Evan needs to go and I can't be the one to delay something he has worked so hard for. If he really cares about me, about us, we will have to make it work until I finish school. Which means it would have to be a long distance relationship. I cant even imagine me leaving this bed let alone him being hundreds of miles away from me, but yet again we have come this far. But I love him and I will never forgive my self if ever regrets something because of me.

"No you can't." I whisper.

I think I see hurt flash across his face before he removes his arm and gives me that blank stare I've seen before. I visibly see Evans wall go up right in front of me and it breaks my heart.

"What do you mean?" He says almost to calmly.

"I mean you can't wait for me Evan. You have worked so hard to get to where you are now. You can't possibly blow everything away for me." I cry out achingly, I hate the way he is looking at me right now.

"And it will be there when you're done with school. It's my company, its not going anywhere." He says straight to the point.

He is no longer touching me and I reach to put my hand into his hoping to bring him back and make him understand that I'm only trying to do what is best for him. He lets me grab him but his eyes are still blank and I try desperately to try and see what he is thinking.

"Evan I want to be there with you, but you can't wait. You have to go." I try to plead my case to him. Why is he getting so angry. Doesn't he realize that if it was my way I would say fuck school and we would leave tonight.

"I finish in a couple of months. And I was going to wait to tell you but I applied to a few colleges in Colorado. At the time I don't know why I did that, but now I'm glad I did. If I get accepted I can start school and we can be together. That's if you still want this." I barley spoke the last words and I nervously bit my lip hoping he would still want this knowing he would have to wait.

I waited anxiously for his answer and he sighed as if he had been holding his breath and once again pulled me closer to him so that my head was cradled into his chest.

"You're right I can wait." he said tightly holding no emotion in his words. I smiled into his chest and was relieved by this bittersweet moment. I would have to endure time away from him but eventually we could be together, no obstacles, just us. Hopefully he will see that this is the best choice for both of us.