Just like an old man, I play my lonely song.

My eyes fluttered open, lights on in my apartment that I wasn't sure I had left on. Or even turned on for that mattered. Sitting up slowly, I scrubbed my hands over my face and heard a noise in the kitchen. I resisted the urge to grab a bat, mostly because I had no idea where to find one in my place, and let my eyes wander into the kitchen. I wasn't going to lie, finding Eva in my kitchen was quite a view, especially since she seemed to be making food and suddenly I was starving. "How did you break into my loft?" I let my voice break the silence, sounding groggy as hell while I silently wondered what time it was and how long I had slept. 

She glanced up, smirking at my sleepy face as I leaned my head against the back of the sofa, "I didn't break in, you forgot your keys in my bag last weekend." She sighed, cutting a chicken in pieces like a professional butcher. Definitely sexy. I had no idea she could even make a sandwich. 

"I swear sometimes you scare me," I said as I kept my eyes on her.

"Good to know," She grinned and finished before setting a pan on the stove and starting peeling a bunch of potatoes next.

I yawned and ran my hands through my messy hair, but didn't stand up, "Why are you here cooking like a mad woman? Am I missing something?"

She faked a pout, her lips looking like they were made for my dick. "Muffin, I'm your fiancè! I want to cook for you!" She said in an overly sweet voice, breaking into a grin which only grew wider when I groaned. "Relax Nolan, I just didn't want to eat alone," She smiled more genuinely. 

I studied her expression, feeling like she was leaving something out. We didn't talk much for most of the ride back from the wedding or the days after it. As much as I liked Eva, she had this thing for pushing people away... this awful attitude that came out on occasions and made me wish she came with a power switch. When things were good with her? They were great. But when she was in one of her moods, dear god. "Is this your way of apologizing?" I asked and raised a brow when she refused to look at me, focusing on our dinner instead. 

"I have nothing to apologize for," She retorted stubbornly. 

I grinned and held back my sigh, standing up instead and walking into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and crack it open, "Are you thirsty?"

"No," She replied and cooked. I wasn't sure if I should offer to help or just watch while drinking my beer. "Are you going to just stand there?" She asked and I swear, it was like she could read my mind. That or I was just standing there like an idiot. 

"Do you need help?" 

She sighed and turned towards the fridge, pushing a few things around while my eyes fell on her perfect ass. "Do you have any butter?" She tossed her head over her shoulder to look at me, just as my eyes moved up to catch her gaze. 

I walked over to the fridge and grabbed to butter from the door, "I'm only going to ask one more time. Do you need any help?" 

"No I don't thanks," She answered politely, taking the butter from my hand and throwing me a smile before cutting a piece and letting it fall on the hot pan. "But it'd be great if you stopped staring at me like I have two heads."

At that I grinned, taking a sip of my beer as I walked around the kitchen island and sat on a stool, "I'm sorry but this is not something that happens everyday." 

She moved quickly, grabbing a bowl and using it to cover in flour the pieces of chicken before tossing them into the sizzling pan. "True, but you're making me feel self conscious," She said with a grin as she reached for the bottle of wine, opening it.

"That's a good one." I grinned back at Eva, shaking my head, "Try again, cocky woman."

"Can't I just do something for you?" She asked nonchalantly even though we both knew that no, we rarely did things for each other and that didn't mean that we were bad people or anything...we just didn't have that kind of relationship and it worked for us. This thing between us? It worked great. 

"I don't think so. What's the catch?" I raised one eyebrow at her, watching as she poured a glass of wine before pouring some into the pan too.

She sipped the golden liquid slowly, keeping her eyes on me, "There's no catch." She paused to add the potatoes to the chicken along with salt as she glanced at her watch, "The sooner you stop wondering why I'm here the sooner you'll start enjoying the night."

I cracked a grin and shook my head in amusement, "Who said I wasn't already?"

She raised an eyebrow but avoided my gaze in favor of focusing on the food instead. I wasn't a terrible chef, but my qualities definitely relied on using the oven. I was damn good at heating food up... tearing the plastic off something and shoving it into the oven for a half an hour sounded perfect to me, but I had no doubt in my mind that whatever Eva would make for me would be much better. "You have a weird way of showing it," She said quietly. 

"We're both incapable of showing emotions," I shrugged nonchalantly. "What's new?"

She rolled her eyes and parted her lips before reshutting them, knowing that I had a point. 

"So when's dinner with the in laws?" I leaned my forearms on the counter and grinned wide at her. 

"Please don't refer to my parents as your in laws," She said seriously, trying desperately not to sound bitchy. "Dinner will be next Monday." 

"Hate Mondays," I groaned before smirking again. "This must be what marriage feels like."

 

"Marriage feels like Mondays?" She asked and raised one eyebrow at me, giving me an amused look as she sipped her wine slowly.

"Probably." I shrugged, "We'll find out when we'll be married."

"Uh, I wonder what having kids feel like instead," She smirked wider, starting to move again and reaching for plates, forks, and everything we needed to eat. The way she looked so at ease in my kitchen was almost weird. Somehow she knew where everything was, not missing a beat once. 

"Now you're pushing it, cupcake."

"We'll find out, right?" She asked with a straight face before breaking into another grin, "Enough talking nonsense."

"Why? I was having fun," I let my grin match her as I held my chin in my hand lazily, not moving even an inch while she did all the work. I did ask if she needed help after all and got denied. "This is a lot better than when you're a bitch."

"No why thank you," She said flatly and rolled her eyes. "And still, you agreed to marry me. You must love me so much."

The word hung in the air and I froze for a moment before realizing that we were still joking around. I was tired though, I just woke up. "So much my heart could barely take it," I held a hand to my heart and shot her a lazy smile. 

"Save it Casanova," She smirked back at me and flipped her hair over her shoulder once her hands were free again. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes."

My eyebrows shot up, "Already? I thought we'd have to wait an hour."

She stared blankly at me, "Don't you ever cook?"

"Really? Do I look like I cook?" I stood up and stretched my body out, every inch of me feeling sore. Maybe I'd put those manicured hands of hers to work later and get a massage. Doubtful, but it didn't hurt to dream. "I'm more of a trophy husband, but you'll find that out soon enough."

"Ha," She said flatly while I walked around the island over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. 

"It smells good, but here's the million dollar question, is it edible?" I stared skeptically over her shoulder at the food.

She turned her head as she set her hands on my forearms, her eyebrow raising slowly, "What do you think?" 

"I don't know, that's why I asked you," I retorted with a smirk on my lips, amused by her flat tone. If she wasn't so attracted to me, she'd hate me without a doubt. "For what I know you could be trying to poison me."

"And you're thinking I'd put so much time and effort in poisoning you?" She questioned, shaking her head as she smirked to herself, "Ha! You're delusional."

"When you smirk like that you look like an evil witch."

She turned into my arms, not letting that or anything else ruin her mood, "Thanks." She grinned and set her hands on my chest before kissing me chastely. The kind of kiss that always left me craving more.

"A very sexy witch," I added and kissed her again, lifting my hand up to tangle it in her hair and keep it in place, right where I wanted her. 

She grinned against my lips after breaking the kiss, "I'm still not sure if that's a compliment or an insult."

"A compliment," I said seriously, wanting to groan when she pulled her head back.

She smirked at me and then bit down on her bottom lip, knowing how to drive me crazy. "Dinner's ready," She said and pulled her body back completely, giving me her back. And her ass. God damn her ass, it was hands down the best part of her body. After her face of course.... I wasn't that much of an asshole. 

"I liked having you in my arms instead," I said with my lips against her ear, my eyes dropping down to her breasts and noticing her nipples were hard. 

"I know," She retorted and grinned up at me before turning her gaze back to the food. "Do you want to eat in here or the dining room?"

I hardly had a dining room. 

"I'd rather eat you," I kept going, knowing she'd shoot me down.

She shook her head and started dishing up the food, something I could seriously get used to. I wasn't one for marriage, I could barely keep a relationship as it was, but I did sometimes see the appeal to it. Having a gorgeous woman feeding me? It was a nice change. "We'll eat in here," She said quietly, turning to hand me a plate complete with a meal. It looked amazing and I didn't realize earlier how hungry I actually was. 

"This looks great," I said honestly. "Thank you."

"Wait to thank me, maybe it's disgusting," She grinned as she grabbed her own plate, setting it next to mine on the kitchen counter before taking a seat next to me.

I raised one eyebrow at her, amused as always, "Since when do you act all modest?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, "I was fishing for compliments." She said back before refilling her glass with wine, "Wine or beer?"

I let out a laugh, "Another beer woman." 

"Get up and get one," She shot me a side glance, knowing that I was pushing it.

"But I said thank you," I stared back, challenging her with a look.

"But you didn't say please," She retorted. When I kept staring at her, she eventually stood up, heading to the fridge to grab another bottle. The perfect woman. "You're welcome," She said as she handed it to me before sitting again.

"Thanks," I said again, my smirk only getting wider since I had won this little match.

She offered a smile as an answer then focused on her food, eating slowly. "You should thank me later with a massage," She said eventually, the tone of her voice serious. 

I cracked a grin, imagining her naked and face down, my hands all over her body. Her skin was like silk, every inch of her flawless. "Deal," I agreed to it, knowing that massaging her always came with benefits. There was nothing innocent about massages when you had a sexual attraction to each other like the two of us did. 

She looked up at me and raised a brow, "Really? That easy?"

"Massages always lead to sex," I shrugged and kept smirking at her. "Am I wrong?"

"Everything we do leads to sex," She retorted back before taking another bite of her food.

I let out a laugh and took my first bite, resisting the urge to groan since it was so good. "You're right. We can just skip the massage then and go straight to sex," I said with a serious tone, her eyes narrowing on me slightly. "This is really good. You've been holding out on me."

"Not really," She shrugged nonchalantly, eating slowly as she looked at me.

"I didn't know you could cook like this," I went on, actually surprised.

She swallowed then let a smirk play on her soft lips, "I'm epic no matter what I do." She refilled her glass, the bottle was already half empty and she had to be feeling the wine by now. 

"Now, epic would be another thing..." I trailed off, teasing her like I always did.

"You never cooked for me," She said instead as she took her last bite, probably thinking about the things we usually did together. Sex, sex, and more sex. I definitely wasn't complaining. 

I raised one eyebrow at her, "Why should I?"

"It'd be nice." She paused as her smirk got wider, "I'd let you eat off of my body."

I groaned, the image already in my head and a damn good one it was. "How about you just let me eat you instead?" I managed to smirk back at her, my dick getting hard just from thinking about her laid out on the kitchen counter, legs spread and waiting for me to devour her. 

"I'm not a meal," She said with an innocent smile on her face, the look not really fitting her. 

"You're dessert," I stood up and grasped her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the counter where she kept her gaze locked on mine as I stepped between her legs. 

"You haven't finished your dinner yet..."

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders, "I can finish it later."

"It will get cold and disgusting," She pointed out but wrapped her arms around my neck loosely, enjoying the view. 

"I don't know if you ever heard of microwave ovens," I smirked at her as I ran my hands up and down her thighs lazily.

"Such a smartass," She commented shortly, tangling her fingers with my hair and giving it a gentle tug.

My smirk got wider as I leaned further into her, our mouths barely an inch apart, "My food will be just fine."

"Just remind me not to cook for you anymore," She shrugged and wrapped her legs around me as she pulled me closer, our bodies bumping together.

"You should be happy I find you more edible than food," I raised one eyebrow slowly, shooting her a cocky look.

"I'll take the compliment," She allowed herself to smirk before pressing her lips against mine.

"Good," I reached for her face, cupping her cheek in my hand and stared into her eyes while silence fell around us. I leaned my head closer to kiss her when she turned her head ever so slightly to bite down on my thumb. "What was that for?"

"You should be happy I find you more edible than food," She used my words on me with a sexy smirk on her lips.

I lifted her body up, throwing half of her over my shoulder while I tightened my grasp on her. "Such a smartass," I retorted, playing her game. 

"Are you mimicking me now?" She laughed, using both of her hands to slap my ass like it was a drum set. This playful side to Eva? It rarely ever came out, but when it did? You didn't want to waste a minute. 

"Nope. I'm bringing you to bed to punish you," I grinned to myself, walking down her hallway.

"Putting me to bed without any dessert?"

I laughed back and shook my head, "You won't be sleeping anytime soon."

"I don't know, I'm kind of tired," She said as she tried not to laugh herself. "I worked, then cooked a lot-" She cut herself off when I threw her onto my bed.

I shrugged nonchalantly, reaching for her jeans and wasting no time as I unzipped them before pulling them down her long legs. "You can sleep if you want, but I won't," I smirked wickedly.

"Oh Nolan," She shook her head as she looked at me, being lazy and wanting me to do all the work. 

I stopped when my hands reached her ankles as I eyed her socks. "Such a turn off," I raised one eyebrow at her.

She set her foot on my chest before trailing it down my stomach to my crotch where I was hard under my jeans. "Lies." She grinned at me and bit down on her lip, "Take your clothes off and give me a show."

"That's your job instead," I replied but peeled my shirt over my head regardless, wanting to rip Eva's from her body but taking my time instead. 

"Undressing you or giving you a show?" She smirked at me and let her eyes drop down to where my hands were unbuckling my belt then working on my zipper to push my jeans down. 

I grinned at the flushed look on her face, the way her eyes went dark when she was turned on. "Both," I said simply, kicking my jeans and boxers aside and then stepping between her legs. Her lips parted but then reshut as I lowered my head to press kisses along her smooth thighs, my hands sliding up her sides to tug her flimsy shirt over her head. Her bra matched her panties. I wasn't necessarily surprised. "You're so beautiful," I muttered under my breath, a cocky grin forming on her lips as soon as the words escaped me. 

She kept her dark gaze locked on mine before sliding a hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy just to tease me, "Mmm."

I shook my head and let out a breath, taking in the view and wondering how the hell I wasn't inside of her already. "Should I leave and let you finish?" I pressed my lips against her neck while I hovered over her tiny body, my dick nearly having a life of its own and moving her hand aside. 

"No," She said with a pout as she stared into my eyes, them slightly rolling backwards when she wrapped her fingers around my rock hard erection and made me groan. "You'd miss out."

"Right," I muttered unintelligently, moving my hips already with her hand and showing my impatience.

She bit down on her lip, watching me and looking as turned on as I felt. With her free hand, she pushed the straps of her bra down enough to free her breast and smirked when my head tilted down to take her breast in my mouth. "Oh my god..." She trailed off in a moan, her hand stroking me just a little faster as I teased her nip with the tip of my tongue. 

"Push your panties down," I said in a growl, it sounding like an order which technically it was. 

With her free hand she did as she was told, her other one setting the head of my dick on her pussy, that contact alone making her shiver. "Just fuck me already Nolan," She breathed out.

"So demanding," I grinned and pulled my head back to take in the view, what a view it was. I'd seen her naked a million times and I still wasn't used to the sight. Whatever was going on between us? I knew that I was a lucky guy. "Put your hands above your head and spread your legs."

She cocked a brow and bit down on her lip, lifting her hands above her head but closing her legs as best as possible. Such a tease. "You're the demanding one instead," She purred, her hands making fists in the blankets above her head. 

I grabbed her legs and pushed them apart, missing the way she had been teasing me only seconds earlier. I was rock hard and could still see the glistening of her wetness on the head of my dick. I fisted my dick and hovered above her, loving the way her eyes had turned almost black while she watched me, and huge like they might pop right out of her skull. With a few strokes, I guided it back to her pussy and ran it back and forth along its length. She was so god damn wet that as tight as she was, I knew I'd have no problem slipping inside. "Say please," I said quietly, giving her maybe an inch before pulling out and trying not to show how much it was killing me not to fuck her. 

"You watch too much porn," She grinned back wickedly and lifted her hips to press harder against me while I kept teasing her entrance. 

I laughed and shook my head, not saying another word as I pushed deep inside of her, going deeper and deeper until I was all the way inside. "Christ," I said under my breath, moving my hips to fuck her at a decent pace. 

"Fuck," She breathed out unintelligently, stretching around me and opening her legs as wide as possible to allow me to fit inside. 

I peeked up at Eva, shooting her a grin, "That's what I'm doing." 

She let go of the blankets to reach for my hair instead, tangling her fingers with my brown locks as she arched her body into mine. "You can do better," She teased, her face giving her away... and her body too. She was soaking wet, her pussy grasping at my dick with every movement I made. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes, setting my hands by each side of her head as I propped myself up. "You're lucky you're this hot," I said and slid down almost all the way out of her, making her whimper. It was like music to my ears. 

"You're lucky you're this hot," She repeated my word but kept a smirk on her face as she licked her lips slowly and moved her hips just enough to allow the head of my dick to move inside of her. It was like torture, but it was the sweetest one. I could fuck her for days and still not get enough. "Fuck me hard."

I didn't wait a second longer and slammed inside of her with a firm roll of my hips, hitting her spot immediately with the perfect angle and making her cry out loud. "As hard as you can take," I asked through clenched teeth, my face twisted in pleasure as I pulled back and repeated the motion, afraid that I might break her.

She tightened around me, glancing down between our bodies and tightening a little more from the view, "God Nolan..." 

I groaned again, her moans killing me slowly. My breaths were getting short but I didn't let it slow me down, our bodies crashing together while I kept slamming inside of her, positive that my hands were at least going to leave bruises on her hips. I kept moving for what felt like seconds but had to be minutes, her pussy tightening around me in a vice like grip. Her eyes shut and her head rolled back, her chest arched upwards and her nips hard. I lowered my head and caught one between my teeth, not bothering to be gentle as I bit down and made her scream. "Mm," I mumbled with it still between my teeth, yanking gently this time, wanting her to feel good. 

"I'm close..." She trailed off, as if I didn't already know. Her pussy kept spasming, my dick literally in heaven. 

"Cum for me," I said back and moved a hand to her clit, lifting my head to look down at her while I rubbed her and watched her lose it. 

"Nolan!!" She screamed, my name never sounding better than it did falling from her lips. 

My hips kept moving as she came against my dick, seconds later I was coming with her also. "You're lucky you feel like that," I grinned, finally slowing down and lowering my head to hide in the nape of her neck. 

"Like what? Heaven?" She tangled a hand in my hair and I could hear the smile on her face. 

"I was going to say tight, but that works also," I replied, turning my head to the side and kissing her cheek before pulling out and lifting myself off of her to collapse beside her on the bed. 

She turned her head to keep her eyes on me and studied me for a moment, not saying a word. Just staring. 

"What?" I asked when she kept quiet, raising one eyebrow at her.

She smirked as she rolled over onto her stomach, sliding her hands under the pillow as she adjusted her head on it, "You just ruined everything."

"You're talking nonsense," I retorted in a monotone.

"I was noticing how you're much more gorgeous when you don't talk," She teased and I just rolled my eyes. She ignored that as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking on the verge of passing out.

"Falling asleep already?" I poked her nose, something I knew that she hated.

She opened both eyes to look at me, "Yes, I'm tired."

I faked a serious expression, rolling over onto my side, "What happened to your stamina?"

"I went here straight from work and cooked while you were napping. That's what happened," She explained, dragging herself off the bed and looking around my room for her clothes. She unfortunately put her panties on followed by her shirt.

"Where are you going little miss grumpy?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbow and looking at Eva.

Pushing her bra into her bag, she shrugged nonchalantly, "Home."

I figured as much. We didn't usually do the whole cuddle after sex thing. We weren't a couple and besides, Eva didn't really seem like the cuddly type. "Is this the part where I'm supposed to beg you to stay?" I cracked a grin, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room. 

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, her nipples straining against her flimsy top. "No," She said simply. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"If you're lucky," I clasped my hands together behind my head and kept my gaze on her breasts, knowing how to annoy her and feeling the need to. 

A snort escaped her, "Right. Goodbye asshole."

"What, no hug and kiss goodnight? Won't you at least tuck me in?"

"Your mother must have breast fed you too long," She retorted, slipping her shoes on one at a time. 

I let out a laugh, "It'd explain my fascination with boobs."

"Disgusting," She said flatly. 

I climbed out of bed and ruffled a hand through my hair, "I'm joking. I'll walk you to the door."

"I know the way," She said stubbornly, both of us walking side by side. My erection was still in place, I could easily go for a second round which unfortunately wouldn't be happening anytime tonight. 

"Just being a gentleman."

"Gentleman wear pants," She replied with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

"I'll take a memo on that," I said, stopping at the door and opening it for her. Luckily none of my neighbors were around. Then again, I had nothing to be ashamed of. "Thank you."

She lifted an eyebrow but smirked at me, "You're going to make me feel like a hooker."

"I meant for dinner," I smirked back and reached for her chin, lowering my head to kiss her. Pulling back, I let my hand graze her ass before slapping it firmly. "Drive safe. I'll see you tomorrow."

She shook her head slowly and turned on her heels, already walking away from my door, "If you're lucky."

I kept my eyes trained on her ass, watching it sway, "Always."