“Nothing in life is guaranteed, Eden. We both know that. You lost your parents. My father didn’t want anything to do with me. My mother couldn’t be bothered with me. We have to grab what we can when we can.”
“Being with me will never be easy,” she warned him.
He started to laugh. She just gaped at him. “Baby girl, I knew that from the moment I met you. Don’t worry, I like a challenge. It just makes everything sweeter when I get to the reward.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Oh, I’m a reward, am I?”
“Hm, sometimes.” He winked at her.
She growled. “Say that again, I dare you.”
He lifted his hands. “I’m going to pass on that one.” His face softened. “I love you, Eden Jensen.”
“I love you, Zeke Jonas.” That weight on her chest started to lift.
“We’re going to need to sit down and have a serious conversation about this skewed view you have of yourself. I’m going to work on that self-esteem. Luckily, we have a lifetime together, because it might just take that long.”
“Zeke!” She whacked his arm, unable to believe he was joking at a time like this. What happened to Mr. Serious?
Maybe he’s just happy now. . .
That thought made her smile, her body relaxing.
“We are going to have a lifetime together.” He pulled off the two blankets she had covering her, revealing her naked body to his gaze.
“Do you remember what I said to you?” He reached out and grasped her breast, squeezing.
“You say a lot of things to me,” she said. “You’ve turned into a regular chatterbox.”
“Little brat.” He pinched her nipple in retaliation, but true to form that just increased her arousal. “What did I say about taking you?”
“That you wouldn’t fuck me until I was yours.”
“That I wouldn’t make love to you, until you were mine. I should hold back. Shouldn’t do it now. You deserve candlelight and roses and something beautiful your first time.”
She snorted. “Zeke,” she grabbed hold of his hair, tugging it until he looked at her, “we’re not candlelight and roses sort of people.”
“You’re my princess,” he told her.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need any of that.” She took a deep breath. She was all in now. “I just need you.”
He smiled as he moved his hand lower, cupping her mound. “God, I can feel your heat searing my skin. Branding me. Same as I want to brand you.” He ran a finger down her folds. “So slick. So sweet.” He carefully pressed a finger inside her. “So tight. So warm.”
“Please. Yes.”
He moved his finger in and out of her passage. “Are you sure about this, Eden? I can wait.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled at him. “I feel like you’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
“All you needed to do was tell me three words.” He leaned in and drew her nipple into his mouth as he continued to fuck her with his finger.
“I love you?” she asked breathlessly.
“No. I. Am. Yours.”
She stared up into his eyes. “I am yours.”
The look in his eyes was everything. It was possessive. It was sweet. It was her world wrapped up in this gorgeous man.
“Good girl.”
Then he kissed her. It started hard and commanding and ended sweet and soft. He knew how to keep her guessing. Sometimes he was unyielding and stern. Other times he was sweet and loving. Sometimes she didn’t know who she was going to get. But he was always Zeke.
Her man. Her daddy.
He kissed down her body, worshipping her. Maybe she’d expected hard and bossy. She shouldn’t have, she guessed. He sucked on her nipples until they were hard peaks. Played with them. Teased them. He kept his finger inside her pussy, adding another finger and stretching her.
She ran her fingers through his hair, needing more. “Zeke, I need to see you.” It seemed crazy that she hadn’t seen him naked. She’d seen his bare chest and knew he was cut. Strong. But she wanted to touch him. To see all of him.
Without argument, he stood up beside the bed and started to strip. His movements were rough, hurried. She wanted to ask him to slow down so she could savor the moment. At the same time, she wanted to tell him to hurry the fuck up.
She guessed she just couldn’t make up her mind when it came to him. Then he pushed his jeans down, revealing his hard cock. She couldn’t look anywhere else. She reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around him. Thick and smooth. She explored every inch, every ridge, from the round head glistening with pre-cum to the base of him.
“Jesus, baby. Jesus. Unless you want me to come right now, you’ve got to stop.” He grabbed hold of her hand and she froze, looking up into his strained face.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, snatching her hand back. “I was just exploring.”
“You can explore me anytime you want,” he told her roughly. “I mean it. Any fucking time you need to touch me, you can. But this time, I’d really like to finish in you and my control is shot because I’ve wanted you forever.”
She pushed his legendary control. Her. She licked her lips. “I want to taste you too.”
He groaned. “Fuck me.” He took hold of his cock, squeezing it far harder than she’d ever dare. “You just had to say that. Baby, seriously. Any. Damn. Time. But yeah, I’m coming in you this time. We need to use condoms?”
“Yeah, I’m not on, um, the Pill or anything.” He nodded as though he didn’t care. Instead, he walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a string of condoms. She looked at them, wide-eyed.
He grinned. “Don’t worry. That’s just Hayes being prepared. We’re not using them all tonight.”
“Oh.” She kind of felt a little disappointed by that.
“But tomorrow night. . .” he gave her a suggestive wink that made her blush. He moved his way to the end of the bed then grasped hold of her, pulling her down until her hips reached the edge. He knelt, grabbing her legs and spreading them wide.
He looked up at her. “This okay? You’re not uncomfortable? In pain?”
“Yes,” she told him.
“Good.” Then his mouth was on her, and her head flew back, her mouth opening on a silent scream. She would never get used to this feeling. Of being consumed. Of a pleasure so amazing it overwhelmed her. He flicked at her clit, driving her higher and higher. Need pulsed within her, deep and all-consuming.
“Zeke, I’m going to come. Stop! Stop!”
“Usually you’re begging me not to stop,” he told her.
“I want to wait until you’re inside me. Please.”
“I could never say no to you.” He stood. His lips glistened with her arousal. Why was that such a turn on?
“Good,” she panted. “Remember that when I ask for ice cream next time.”
Those gray eyes warmed with laughter. “Actually, what I should have said is that I can’t say no to you unless it’s detrimental to your health and safety.” He reached over and grabbed the condom, ripping it open before sliding it over his hard cock.
“Wow. I didn’t think that would be hot.”
“Stick with me, baby. I’ll show you all sorts of things you’ve never experienced before.”
“I will stick with you,” she said seriously. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Me either.” He picked her up and deposited her further up the bed before kneeling between her spread legs. He leaned over her, one hand resting on the mattress by her head, the other guiding his cock. “Fuck. Me.” He groaned as he started sliding inside her. She was stretched, full and uncertain that this was going to be at all pleasurable.
He pressed forward, moving inside her completely. She cried out, more in pain than pleasure now.
“Easy, baby. It gets better, I promise.”
“I would guess so,” she panted. “Otherwise all those movies have lied to me.”
“I’ll make it better. I promise.”
He kissed her. Gentle. Sweet. Then with more intensity. He consumed her, washing away all other thoughts. Then he started to move. And hell. It was more intense than she’d thought.
“Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good. So hard to go slow.”
“Don’t. Don’t go slow. Please. Faster,” she begged.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m right on the edge and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please.” She needed him to consume her.
He must have heard something in her voice. Because that hold he had on himself loosened. He drove himself into her. One hand moved down between them so he could flick her clit. She found herself gasping for air. Nearly there. . .nearly. . .
She screamed as she crashed. Then he pushed himself inside her. One pump. Two. And he stilled, letting out a deep yell that filled her with satisfaction to know she’d brought him to that peak. That pleasure.
He slid to the side of her. “Damn. You’ve killed me.”
She started to laugh. “It was a mutual killing.”
He rolled her over so they faced one another. Then he brushed back a few strands of hair behind her ear. “You feel okay? Not too sore?”
“No.” She blushed. “Not too sore.”
“You’re beautiful. That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything.”
He kissed her lightly. “You gave me you. That’s everything. And as soon as I can move, I’ll go fix you a bath. It will help with any aches and pains.”
“That sounds like heaven.”
He ran a finger up her breast and lightly over her nipple. She shivered, even that slight touch almost too much for her sensitive nub.
“How the hell were you still a virgin?” he murmured, almost to himself.
She stiffened.
“It’s not a bad thing, baby,” he said quickly. “Not at all. It’s a little caveman of me, but I like knowing I’m the only one who has had you.”
“There is nothing little about you, including your caveman tendencies.”
“Thank you,” he said solemnly.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Then you’re not hearing it like I am.”
What did he mean? She thought back through what she’d said and shook her head with a blush. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“What? Are you saying I am little?” He looked down at his cock.
“Stop it!” She pushed at his chest. “You’re twisting my words.”
He cupped her breast. “The fact that every man who has been around you has been freaking blind just works in my favor as far as I’m concerned.”
“They haven’t been blind, it’s just that I—”
He placed his hand over her mouth. “If you’re about to say something derogatory, let me just remind you that it would be all too easy to roll you over and apply my hand to your bottom right now.”
“Like it’s never not easy for you to do that,” she griped as he removed his hand.
“You love it.”
Yeah, she kind of did.
“Fine.” She wouldn’t say what she’d been thinking. That no man would want her the way she was. Not just because he threatened to spank her but maybe she was starting to realize that her thoughts were kind of fucked up. Zeke obviously wanted her and he could have anyone.
“I suppose I’ve kind of held people at bay. Tyla and Britney, they offered to pay someone to fuck me once.”
He tensed beside her, his gaze growing arctic. Shit. Crap. Why had she told him that?
“Those bitches,” he spat out. “Why the fuck do you hang out with them?”
She shrugged. “Because they are bitches? Because I’m at no risk of actually caring about them and therefore. . .”
“They can’t get taken from you? Oh, baby.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Everything will be all right.” He cupped the side of her face. “If we’re together, then I know the world is right and so should you.”
She nodded.
The sound of his phone ringing filled the room and he groaned then rolled off the bed to grab his jeans. “Shit. That’s Kent’s ringtone. He has crap timing.”
She grinned at him. “I don’t know, it could have been worse.”
“True,” he muttered as he answered the call.
She stretched, feeling complete in a way she hadn’t in a long, long time. If ever. She knew they still had some way to go. Her worries and insecurities weren’t going to just disappear like that. But for the first time she held hope that she might actually get past all this.
“What? Really?”
She turned to look at Zeke, surprised by the note of shock in his voice.
“Yeah. Fuck. That’s a relief. . .okay. Right.” He stared over at her with a slight frown. “We could come back tomorrow. . .fuck. Yes. . .he is? Right. . .I get it. Okay. . .see you soon.”
He ended the call then sighed.
“What is it? Is everything all right?” she asked anxiously.
“Yeah, baby. Everything’s really good actually. Keira’s been found.”
“What? Seriously? They found her?”
“Well, JSI operatives are the best in the world at their job,” he told her without a hint of arrogance. It was just a statement of fact. “Zander found her.”
“Zander’s good,” she said with a nod, her mind whirling. “What about the guy with her? What happens now?”
“Good news is she had the envelope. Bad news is she spent a lot of the cash. Zander is liaising with Reyes about getting the envelope and what cash she has left on her to him. The guy she ran off with wasn’t with her, though. Seems he took off on her with some of the cash.”
“What will Reyes do?”
“I’m thinking he’ll arrange a meeting with Bartolli. Give him the envelope. Don’t know what he’ll do about the money.”
“And Keira?” she asked.
He frowned. “Zander is insistent that he doesn’t want her handed over to Reyes and I get that.”
“You think Reyes will hurt her?”
He shook his head. “No, but I think that if Reyes has her, Bartolli will insist he hand her over to him and he will hurt her.”
Her stomach tightened into a knot. “What will Zander do with her, though?”
“Don’t know. But she’s better off with him. Despite what she’s done, nobody deserves to be handed over to that asshole, Bartolli.”
No, she agreed with that.
“So, does that mean I’m safe? That we. . .we can leave?” she asked hesitantly. She wasn’t ready to go.
“Yeah, baby. You’re safe.” He came back and sat facing her.
“Why don’t you look happier about that?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic you’re safe. But selfishly, I’m not ready to leave here yet.”
God, neither was she. “We could stay for longer. A vacation.”
He sighed. “Wish we could, baby girl. But Kent said Clint is throwing his toys. He wants you back. Now that you’re mine, I can tell him to fuck off. However, you are his sister and we know how protective he is of you. . .”
“Plus, he’s threatening to drive out here and get me, isn’t he?” She knew her brother well.
Zeke groaned. “He’s going to have to be told that I’m in charge of you now.”
“Hey.” She scowled at him. “Nobody is in charge of me, thank you very much.”
He snorted. “You need someone watching over you or you tend to run off and get yourself into trouble. And believe me, I’ll be doing a much better job than your brothers did.”
“Zeke Jonas, will you stop!”
His gaze narrowed. “Are you mine?”
“You know I am.”
“Then you’ll do as you’re told and obey me,” he stated arrogantly.
“Good luck with that, buddy.”
He grinned. “Challenge. Accepted.”
Oh shit.
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They
were about an hour away from Sanctuary when she felt something pressing down on her chest. She wasn’t ready to go back.
She turned her head, looking at his handsome profile. Warmth filled her, despite her unease. This man was hers. “Do we have to go?”
He gazed over at her. It was starting to grow dark and he’d just turned the headlights on.
“Tell you what, we’ll go there, show Clint his baby sister is still alive and largely unmolested,” he winked at her and she groaned, “then we’ll go to the city, rent a hotel room and not leave it for at least a week.”
“Deal,” she said with a soft sigh.
Suddenly, he grew tense. “What the fuck?”
Lights flooded the truck from behind them. She turned, wincing at the glare. “Why are they so close?”
“Fuck. Fuck. Get my phone. Call Kent. Tell him we have trouble.” He pushed down on the accelerator as he spoke, pushing the truck to faster speeds. Her hands shook as she did what he said. Suddenly the car sped around them, passing them.
She breathed out. “They must have just been asshole drivers.”
“Call Kent. Now.” Another set of headlights flooded the truck. There was another car behind them.
She grabbed his phone and found her brother’s number, only just managing to press the call button before they rounded the corner to find two cars parked across the road. Zeke slammed on the brakes. She jolted against the seatbelt, her head snapping to the side as she screamed. The car behind them crashed into the truck, sending it spinning. She screamed as they flipped into the air, aware of Zeke yelling her name before she knew nothing.
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“Wake her up.”
“She got a hard hit to the head, boss. She might have a concussion.”
“This isn’t a fucking hospital, Reynolds. I don’t give a shit if she has a concussion or not. Wake her the fuck up.”
Suddenly, something cold and wet hit her in the face and she opened her eyes, taking a shocked breath. Her head thumped. She tried to focus her gaze. Oh God, what had happened? Nausea bubbled in her stomach and turned her head to the side to vomit.
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