Disrupt

by Ella Fox

  Looking to her aunt, Julie says, “Text Uncle Paul.”

  Stella gives her a wry look. “I already did and they’re where they need to be.”

  Julie actually squeals with excitement as she claps her hands together. “Time to go, Sugartits.”

  “But you aren’t ready,” I point out.

  “I’m fine the way I am. Trust me, no one is going to be looking at me.”

  My stomach drops. “What?! That means I’m crazy overdressed.”

  “You’re perfect!” the three of them declare in unison.

  “Just trust us,” Margie orders.

  Well. Okay then.

  “We need to get you downstairs right now,” Julie declares. “I’ve already put your other clothes in your purse,” she says as she hands it to me. Once it’s on my shoulder she takes me by the elbow and steers me toward the door.

  “Do you want to tell me who my date is now?” I ask as she flings it open.

  “Nope, but I promise you’ll be thrilled,” she answers.

  “Hurry,” Stella whisper hisses from behind us.

  Surprised by the urgency in her tone, I pick up the pace and follow Julie into the hallway. I keep up until she sprints down the stairs at high speed, something I can’t do in four-inch heels.

  “Is Eden’s date here yet, Daddy?” she asks from below.

  “Not yet,” Ron answers.

  “It will be any minute now,” she says in a super loud voice, “and when he sees her I guarantee he’s going to be all over her. She’s too hot to resist—her date is definitely going to get handsy.”

  The emphasis she’s putting on certain words has me cringing as I reach the landing and make the turn to go down the rest of the way. We really should’ve talked about this date thing more because if some stranger gets up on me I’m not going to be happy.

  “Just go with it,” Stella whispers from behind me. “It’s fine.”

  I’m feeling like a fatted calf right about now and it’s not pleasant.

  “She’s got this under control,” Margie assures me. “All you need to do is go down the stairs.”

  Not wanting to shove past them to get back to Julie’s room, I take a fortifying breath and start my descent. I feel like an idiot as I step into the living room because I know everyone is looking at me.

  Gesturing to me with both hands like she’s auditioning for a job on The Price is Right, Julie beams at me. “Go ahead and try to tell me she’s not getting laid tonight,” she booms.

  I gasp, my face turning purple as I gape at her in horror. Behind me, Margie and Stella titter about Julie’s craziness. Ron starts to scold her but is quickly interrupted by the sound of Donovan growling. The entire room goes silent and still at that sound.

  “Not fucking happening,” he booms, his eyes holding me in place as he stomps toward me. My heart stops beating when he swings me up in his arms and heads for the door. Flinging it open, he steps out into the night and stalks toward my car.

  “Keys,” he barks.

  “What are you doing and why do you care where my keys are?” I hiss.

  “Because I’m taking you fucking home.”

  This uptight asshole has nerve. He doesn’t want me but no one else can have me? I don’t think so. “Put me down right this minute. I have a date!”

  “You’re not going on a fucking date with anyone who isn’t me!” he thunders.

  “I… what?”

  “We’re going home, Eden. Together. Where. Are. Your. Keys?”

  “My purse,” I whisper. I’m in too much shock to form sentences. Setting me down next to my car, he takes the purse from my shoulder and paws through it. At one point he angrily hisses out something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, but before I can ask what he said he holds up my keys triumphantly. Without warning, he picks me up again, carries me to the passenger side, opens the door, and deposits me on the seat. He then buckles me in before walking around the hood and opening the driver’s door. After adjusting the seat, he gets in, buckles up, starts the engine, and turns to me.

  “Why are there condoms in your purse? You dumped it out on the pavement in front of me last weekend and there damn sure wasn’t a pack in there.”

  My eyes go wide. “What?”

  “Condoms,” he snaps. “Where the fuck did they come from?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I didn’t buy condoms.”

  “That means it was Julie,” he snaps as he puts the car into reverse. “That girl is in a world of trouble with me.”

  “What’s happening right now?” I ask softly.

  “What’s happening is I can’t fight it anymore. You’re fucking mine,” he answers, his voice deadly serious. “No more resistance, no more bullshit. We’re happening.”

  I’m so stunned I don’t even know what to say.

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  Eden

  Because the Millers live just under a mile away from the motel, it takes us all of three minutes to get there. The second he parks Donovan is moving at Cullen speed again, opening my door before I have time to form a coherent thought, much less take off my seatbelt. I feel moderately better when I notice that his hands aren’t steady when he reaches in to undo it for me. With that done he grabs my purse from the floor and hands it to me.

  “If you don’t want this tell me now,” he rasps as he takes my hand and helps me from the car. “The choice is always yours, Shortstack.”

  I feel like I just got off the tilt-a-whirl. Ten minutes ago I was preparing for a blind date and now we’re here. And yet, even with the fog of confusion hanging over me, I know who and what I want, which is Donovan. It’s been him since the second I plowed into him like a bumbling idiot. All the times I told myself I didn’t care were nothing but lies. My subconscious knew what I wanted long before I allowed my brain to acknowledge it.

  Looking up into his eyes, I let him see my certainty. “I choose you,” I say firmly.

  “Thank God,” he growls as he hoists me up into his arms and heads to my door.

  “All this picking me up and carrying me around is very Rhett Butler of you,” I chuckle.

  He lets out a harsh breath as he uses the key to open my door. Kicking it shut behind him, he tosses my keys God only knows where before he continues on to my bedroom. It’s a good thing he’s carrying me because I’m not certain my legs would hold me up right now. He flicks on the light when we get into the room, the brightness of the lamps on either side of my bed a little jarring. Instead of putting me down he keeps me in his arms as he sits on the bed. He then stares into my eyes for several seconds before nodding as if he’s gotten an answer to a question.

  “Kiss me,” he orders.

  Letting my purse slide down my arm, I turn and toss it to the floor before I wrap my arms around his shoulders and do just that, sighing as my tongue touches his. He lets me set the tone and pace of the kiss for about three minutes before he takes over, which is fine by me. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me breathless. When he lifts his head minutes later I whimper and try to bring him back to me. He lets out a rough sound of arousal as I shift my bottom against the hardness I feel through his jeans before he lifts me off his lap and sets me down on the bed. Standing, he pulls me toward the edge.

  Tugging the hem of my top, he looks down at me with an expression of lust that makes my clit tingle. “Lift your arms,” he rasps.

  I bite my lip as I comply, my pebbled nipples tightening even more when he mutters a curse. “No fucking bra,” he hisses as he moves his hands to grip my knees.

  I inhale sharply at the sensation of his hands on my legs.

  My heart skips a beat when he looks at me with fire in his eyes. He says nothing for a second or two, his jaw clenching as he stares at me. “If when I take this skirt off there are no panties under it I might lose it. That my cousin tried to send you off with another man dressed like this—”

  Lifting my hand, I settle it against his cheek. “I’m wearing panties,” I assure him.<
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  His long sigh of relief melts my heart. Even though he tried not to, he cares.

  “Logically I knew you had to be, but all I could see was red. I was already dying inside at the idea of you being out with someone else, but I nearly lost my fuckin’ mind when you came down those stairs,” he confesses.

  Before I can answer he lifts a hand to my shoulder and gently pushes me back. I sigh when he climbs up over me, sets his hands on either side of my torso and glides them up my body. He brings them in as he goes, stopping when he gets to my breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he traces my nipples with his thumbs.

  “So perfect,” he rasps.

  My back arches and my fingers thread into his hair when he bows his head and takes my left nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue against the stiff peak raises my core temperature by at least twenty degrees. After he’s lavished attention on every last bit of my left breast he moves to the right. When he lifts his head and looks me in the eyes, his eyes are scorching in their intensity.

  “I need you naked.”

  It’s both a statement and a question—and the fact that he’s checking is just another reason I know I’ve chosen correctly.

  “Okay,” I answer, my tone letting him know that I have no hesitation about this. I’ve never been fully naked in front of a man before and I always imagined when it came down to it I’d be nervous. Instead, I’m at peace and calm because I’m doing this with Donovan.

  Lowering his hands to my skirt he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and starts pulling it down. When he can go no farther I lift my bottom, whimpering when I feel that he’s grabbed onto my underwear as well. My breath catches in my throat when he pulls both things completely off and drops them to the floor. Clad in only a pair of black heels, I’m completely exposed to him.

  Instead of touching me, he stands stock-still and studies me like there might be a test later. Rather than causing me embarrassment, his attention brings me pleasure. The expression on his face tells me he’s enthralled by what he sees, which is an aphrodisiac all on its own.

  I shiver when he clasps my right ankle, lifts my leg up and back, and takes my shoe off. He drops a kiss on my arch and then licks up to my ankle before he sets my leg down. It’s erotic torture when he gives the same treatment to the other foot, only this time instead of stopping at the ankle he starts kissing his way up my inner thigh. The sensation of his beard scraping against my skin is one of the best things I’ve ever felt. I’m lost in it almost the entire way, until nervous anticipation washes over me right at the moment he hits the midpoint of my thigh—and keeps on going. Like most things, this is uncharted territory for me. And then, he’s there.

  I’m forced to spread my legs wide to accommodate the width of his shoulders. My movement causes him to growl as he settles between my legs. He hovers above me for several seconds before he looks up at me and smiles, his eyes full of heat and desire. “You’re as tiny and beautiful here as you are everywhere else.”

  I open my mouth to respond—something nonsensical, but still, a response—only to lose the ability to form words when he runs his tongue along my clit. My head tilts back and I moan as he softly swirls his tongue all over me. He parts me with his fingers, holding me open so that my clit is totally exposed. I let out a shocked breath, desperate and needy for more. He takes his time, no rush to his movements. I’m shocked when I become cognizant of the fact that I’m holding onto his head and thrust myself against his tongue. I never knew anything could feel this unbearably good. It’s like liquid euphoria has seeped into my blood, the need for him to make me come with his tongue all-consuming.

  I whimper when he slides a finger inside of me, my body stretching to accommodate it. All the while he makes love to me with his wicked tongue, every brush against me bringing me one step closer to something I know is going to be incredible. The scrape, scrape, scrape of that beard on my sensitive skin is another layer of sensation that’s got me breathless. Pulling his finger out he moves it to my clit and starts circling as he plunges his tongue inside.

  “Please,” I beg.

  I start to feel faint as he swaps back and forth from having his tongue on my clit and his finger inside to having his finger on my clit and his tongue inside of me. With each swap he takes more control, pulling me totally under his spell. I gasp when he adds another finger, the pinch and stretch foreign to me. I stop caring when he doubles his efforts on my clit and starts sucking the hood into his mouth, swirling his tongue faster as I whimper and writhe. One last pull sends me over, the white noise in my head so loud I can’t think. I’m aware of crying out his name, but beyond that the entire focus of my being is on the magical sensation between my legs.

  I open my eyes as the waves start to recede and watch as Donovan holds my gaze while he straightens up and slowly pulls his fingers from me. He doesn’t break eye contact when he sucks both into his mouth, the low growl in his throat telling me that he’s turned on by what he’s doing.

  Overwhelmed with the need to touch him, I sit up and grab for the hem of his shirt. Groaning, he pulls his fingers from his mouth and helps me take it off.

  “Donovan,” I whimper. “I want you so much.”

  His eyes are so intense I’m surprised there aren’t flames in their depths. Standing, he watches me as he takes off his shoes, socks, and then his jeans. Clad in only his black boxer briefs, he pauses. I know he’s asking if he should take them off—and my answer is a solid yes.

  “Let me see you.”

  I saw how big he was the night we kissed in the car, but seeing him naked is different. He’s a big man, everywhere. As I expected his body is like a work of art with one beautiful muscle after another on display.

  Looking up into his eyes, I smile. “You’re beautiful.”

  He groans and shakes his head as he climbs back on the bed and settles between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows. “You couldn’t be more wrong about that.”

  I start to argue but he cuts me off with a searing kiss. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I hold on and let myself melt. I shiver when he reaches between us, sets his cock against my sex and starts rocking back and forth. This. I’d pay any price to feel like this all of the time.

  Breaking the kiss, he lifts his head a bit and watches my face. “Do you feel how wet you are for me, Eden?”

  I let out a shuddery breath and nod.

  “Are you ready?”

  I nod but also give him words so that he knows I’m totally committed. “Yes. I want you to take me.”

  Balancing himself on one elbow, he reaches between us, fists his length and rubs the head against my opening. My nails dig into his shoulders as my clit tingles. “Please,” I murmur. “Take me.”

  Nodding, he slowly starts pushing in. I tilt my hips up to help, letting out a gasp when the tip of him gets inside. Jesus that’s big. No longer needing his hand to guide himself in, he sets it between us and starts rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb. I whimper as his cock moves deeper, stretching me with each forward surge. Groaning my name when he comes up against the barrier, he sets his forehead on mine. “Nothing I can do to take this pain away, so I’ll do it fast.”

  With one firm thrust he breeches the barrier and my virginity is a thing of the past. I cling to him as I struggle to adjust to the sensation of him inside of me. Slowly, he continues moving forward until he’s in to the root. He groans when I throw myself into this new experience and clench around him. “Fuck, Angel. You’re so damn tight I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

  “You can move now,” I breathe.

  Pulling back a little, he pauses before thrusting back in. The pinchy, stretchy sensation is giving way to something better, and the swirling of his thumb at my clit is helping that along. He repeats the pull back and thrust in motion several times in order to get me used to it. Each time he pulls out a little farther and thrusts a little deeper, the movements controlled to allow my body to adjust to having him inside.

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sp; Once I’m truly adjusted it doesn’t take long for my hips to start moving to meet him with each downward thrust. He growls my name and then kisses me as he picks up speed. I’m holding on tight as the bed bounces beneath us, the back and forth motion of his thrusts also causing the headboard to tap against the wall. Our kiss is raw and carnal, tongues dueling as he pounds into me faster and harder. When he removes his thumb from my clit and replaces it with his index and middle finger, I feel myself starting to go. Tearing my mouth from his, I cry out as he continues plunging forward and back.

  “Yes,” I whimper, “Please. Donovan!”

  I lock up around him as I reach orgasm, which causes him to bellow my name. He thrusts in two more times, gets in deep and then shudders above me as he comes, the sounds from his throat so arousing that I continue trembling with aftershocks. The heat of his release add another layer to the feelings inside of me, enough that I can’t help clawing at his back. He hisses my name before covering my mouth with his again, our mutual desperation leaving us crazy, a mess of tongue, teeth and moaning as he rears back and thrusts one final time. When it’s finished, he rolls to his back and takes me with him, staying inside of me as he does.

  I’m quiet for a minute before I whisper, “So… can we run together now, Stretch?”

  He barks out a laugh, his body moving beneath me. “Always the unexpected with you, Shortstack. Yeah, we can run together.”

  Happy with that answer I set my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart as it goes from thunderous to normal. Slowly but surely it lulls me toward sleep. There are probably things to be said but I’m too blissed out to think, much less talk, so I allow myself to relax further. I wake up for a few seconds when he pulls out, the stinging sensation unpleasant but not enough to wake me all the way up. At some point I feel him cleaning me up, which is a little embarrassing but I’m too boneless to complain. When he gets back into the bed and pulls me back on top of him, the steady sound of his heart beating pulls me all the way under.

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