Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 42: Are You Mad At Me?

(Picture of Evan Taylor Above?*WARNING: detailed sex below*)
*brooke's point of view again*

Evan began acting weird at Austin and Lucy's secret engagement party. Yeah, I know! Their engaged already! Anyways, I think I embarrassed Evan at the party in front of his guy friends. After I kissed him, he immediately began to act differently. Was I too childish? Giggling and grinning and holding onto him like I had? I mean, Evan didn't introduce me to any of those guys. And ever since then, he's been been edgy and pissed off at the world and everybody.
On our way home, I tried to talk to Evan about the party and briefly about his friends—but he just remained silent. His hands were shaking and his eyes were like fire. I feel so guilty because of it. I should have just stayed with Renee, Lucy, Terri, and Britt instead of rushing over to him like a child and giving him PDA. Stupid me.
As I lay in bed on Evan's bare chest, I wish I had my old apartment to run to cry in. I prop myself up on Evan's chest. He's awake.
"Baby?" I say sweetly,
"Hhmmm?" Evan grunts, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Are you mad at me?" I sniff, "Because I'm sorry if I embarrassed you at all at the party."
Evan leans over and flips his bedside lamp on, squinting at me.
"What? What gave you the impression that I was mad at you, Princess?" Evan says concerned, tired.
I look away, feeling stupid. He pulls my hair out of my face, forcing me to look at him with his hand. Evan's eyes are so soft and concerned as they stare at me.
"Brooke, Baby, why do you think I'm mad at you?" Evan holds my face tenderly, pulling me closer to him.
"You started acting different when I ran up and kissed you in front of your friends." I manage to look away again, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
Evan begins to softly chuckle, shaking his head at me as he pulls me into his lap. His strong, muscular arms wrap around my hunched back. He kisses my forehead, then my cheek. Then my lips. So light and sweet. Evan flips us over so I'm laying down on my back and he's in between my legs.
Evan looks down at me with a soft expression, the back of his hand caressing my cheek. I run my hands down from his neck to his shoulders then to his chest.
"Sweetheart, I'm not mad at you. You're God's most precious creation." Evan kisses my cheek, "I'm not mad at you."
I arch a brow. "Then why did you start—"
"It's a long and very upsetting story." Evan grunts, kissing my forehead. "I don't want to upset my girl right before she goes to bed."
"Tell me, please. I'll never leave you alone if you don't tell me." I pleadfully blackmail him. "You can tell me anything, Baby."
Evan sighs, scratching the back of his neck. "Okay, I can't win with you."
               "Tell me." I say softly.
                 He stares down at me with those blue eyes of his. "I was standing there with the guys and you know men like to talk Baby. They were talking about some HOT girl they seen and how badly they wanted to f*** her and they went into details on how."
                I can feel Evan beginning to shake. Did the guys talk about someone in particular or is it something worst? I run my hand over the side of his face, he holds it close to him as he continues.
                "They kept talking on how they'd give it to her and how much of a pretty little slut she is. And then I realized—" Evan pauses, his hands shaking harder.
                 "Baby..." I pull him closer to me, our noses inches away from each other.
                 "They were talking about ONE girl." Evan says half annoyed, half angered. "And that was you."
                  I stare up at Evan in shock. The guys were talking about ME? Me? Why me? I'm not interesting enough to talk about. Especially sexually. Wow. They thought I was a pretty little slut? I feel embarrassed. No wonder Evan graver me and held me so close to him. And called me his WIFE! Okay, I understand now.
              I sit up, pulling Evan even closer than before. He stares into my eyes, holding onto my body and ass. God, I feel so ugly now. Those guys were eyef***ing me and Evan hadn't realized it until I walked up!
               "They were planning on getting you to gangbang with them." Evan growls, "If you hadn't of walked up, they may have—"
              I shake my head, holding onto his face with my hands. "Baby, don't think like that! I'm safe now. Here. With YOU in YOUR arms."
               Evan pecks my lips sweetly. "God, the entire time I was standing there! And I gave Preston advice on how to handle a younger woman!"
             "Evan, Baby, I love ONLY you and want ONLY you." I kiss him tenderly, pulling him down. "YOU have me. They don't. Prove it."
              Evan gives me a look but attaches his lips to mine. I begin to lightly moan at the feel of his warm, moist lips. Quickly, I strip from my silk slip and matching underwear. Evan gets on top of me, between my legs. I let him do what he wants with me. He touches my body and leaves lots of hickeys and sweat. Even after I begged him not to, we still ended up having unprotected sex for the first time (in case I didn't mention, every time they had sex before now they have always used a condom. Even drunk they used a condom). From giving me a blowjob to the nails-scratching-down-his-Dorito-shaped-back rough f***ing with me whispering naughty things in his ear. I let Evan play with me as hard and as long as he wanted, letting him know I am his. And he is mine. And when we were done, I thought my body was going to give out from the exhaustion!
            We fell asleep around 3:30 in the morning and didn't wake up until noon. Evan decided to give the office two days off with pay. Then we went to the beach in Hulk. Evan got terribly sunburned but I got gorgeously tan.