Eva followed my example, and in seconds, my robe fell to the floor. She slid her palms up my chest, exploring the ridges of my muscles. Then she grasped my shoulders and her nails dug into the skin, pulling a low, ragged groan from my lips. I lost my fucking mind and began wildly rutting inside her like an animal, intent on breeding their mate.
Every time I pistoned inside her, she pumped her hips to meet me. The room was filled with grunts and moans, along with the sound of sweating skin slapping together. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, not that I really had other experience, but somehow, I knew what Eva and I had was special and unique.
“Tucker,” Eva gasped. “I need—yes! Harder! Oh, yes! Tucker! Yes! Yes!” She chanted as I pushed her higher and higher, approaching the ledge I intended to toss her over into orgasmic oblivion. I slammed into her and hissed when her nails dug even deeper and her legs squeezed around my waist in a death grip. Drawing breath became a little more difficult, but who wouldn’t want to die buried in their love’s tight pussy?
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I can barely get my cock out, baby. Your greedy little pussy doesn’t want to let me go. You want me to come inside you, Eva? Give your body what it’s begging for?”
Her head bobbed in a jerky up and down motion, and she whined with need. The tell-tale tingling at the base of my spine began to spread, and my balls were hanging heavy with what I had to give her. I’d been sucking and nibbling on both of her tits, but when I slipped a hand between us and pinched her swollen clit, I bit down on the bud in my mouth. It threw Eva over the edge, and she screamed my name as her pussy convulsed around my cock.
“Fuck, Eva! Oh, fuck, yeah! Fuck, baby! That’s right, keep that pussy squeezing me. Fuck! ” After a few more thrusts, I gave in to the demand of her pussy and let it suck my dick all the way in, holding me deep while I coated her womb with my thick cream. I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and sucked on her skin as my cock pulsed in rhythm with my rapidly beating heart.
My fingers continued to manipulate Eva’s bundle of nerves, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible so her body would welcome every last drop of my come. Some of it was already leaking and dripping down my thighs. When her shudders subsided, I set her down and dropped to my knees, using her robe to clean her up a little. I went to wipe off my dick as well but the creamy coating of our mixed arousal shining on it had my cock swelling all over again. I fucking loved how it looked and what it meant.
“Tucker?” Eva’s soft voice was hesitant, and I immediately shot to my feet to make sure she was okay.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my eyes doing a sweep of her naked body. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no,” she assured me hastily. “I was just wondering…” She trailed off, looking unsure, and I hated that she didn’t feel comfortable opening up to me completely. But I knew we’d get there.
“You can ask me anything, Eva-bear.”
She cleared her throat and blushed hard enough that I could see it through her already flushed skin. “You, um…you said you waited…?” Her face was practically tomato red, and though I wanted to laugh, I didn’t want to embarrass her even more.
I knew what Eva was asking and decided to help her out. “Yes, Eva. I’ve never been with anyone but you. Even before I knew why, I couldn’t bring myself to go on more than a couple of casual dates. So, yes. I’ve been waiting for you in every sense of the word.”
Eva’s lips parted, and she examined my face closely, most likely searching for a hint that I wasn’t being sincere. She seemed to be satisfied with what she saw because a giant, blazing smile broke out on her face. It made my heart stop for a couple of beats. She was so fucking gorgeous, and it blew my mind that I could call her mine.
As happy as I was at that moment, there was something I still needed. Even though I knew it, I wanted to hear her say the words. I clasped her cheeks in my palms and locked our eyes, making sure she could tell that I was able to see into her soul and would know if she lied. “Tell me you love me, Eva.”
Her eyelids fell, and she coyly peered up at me through her lashes. “How do you know I love you?”
I glowered at her, silently telling her that I didn’t appreciate her teasing. “Say it,” I demanded again with a growl.
Eva inhaled slowly, and the wait nearly killed me. I was just about to fuck her and keep her from orgasming until she screamed it, when she purred, “I love you, Tucker Carrington. And even though you didn’t ask, yes. I will marry you.”
A weight I hadn’t known I was carrying lifted, and I felt nothing but joy and love filling my soul. My body however, was filled with something else. I decided I wanted to hear her screaming her love for me anyway.
Chapter 7
Tucker
A loud beep woke me from a dead sleep, and I jackknifed up in bed, startling Eva who’d been asleep on my chest. “Sorry, baby,” I apologized softly. “Go back to sleep.” I looked around for the offending noise but didn’t see the source until I heard it again. There was an intercom on the wall, and it was blinking red. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was after two in the afternoon. I groaned; we’d only been asleep for an hour. I immediately knew who it was, and I grumbled as I climbed out of bed and padded over to the speaker. Twisting a knob, I turned the volume down before I pressed the microphone button.
“Yes?”
“Good day, Tucker,” Kendra chirped. Exhausted from spending the morning between my fiancée’s legs, I glared at Kendra even though I knew she couldn’t see me.
“Who the hell is that?” Eva snapped.
My head whipped around to see Eva kneeling on the bed with her hands on her hips, staring at me with furrowed brows and her mouth twisted as though she’d been sucking on lemons. The daggers in her eyes made me want to laugh. Her jealousy was adorable and sexy as hell, but I had a feeling that if I so much as snickered, she’d go after my balls. And I needed those to knock my girl up...among other reasons.
“It’s our housekeeper, baby,” I explained, trying to ignore her bouncing tits as she breathed heavily. As well as the mouthwatering sight of her naked mound, that had me licking my lips in anticipation.
“Who are you…do you have a girl here, Tucker Carrington?” Kendra gasped. Shit, that got my attention away from Eva’s gorgeous, naked body. I’d left my finger on the speaker button. I almost groaned, knowing that Kendra’s comment probably sounded like a jealous girlfriend rather than a flabbergasted housekeeper.
Eva’s eyes narrowed even more, and I rushed to explain. “Kendra’s been with me for years, Eva-bear, and she’s like a second mother to me.”
“Eva!” Kendra shrieked through the speaker. “The Eva?”
My girl’s expression softened a little, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. “Was there something you needed, Kendra?” I asked, failing to keep the exasperation out of my tone.
“I need to meet this woman who’s had you tied up in knots and—”
“Anything else?” I snapped, interrupting her before she forced a discussion between me and Eva that I wasn’t ready to have.
“Would you and your guest like some lunch, Mr. Carrington?”
Fuck. I was going to pay for my attitude, but I mentally shrugged. If I was already in trouble with Kendra… “Yes, please. Oh, and Kendra?”
“Yes, sir?” I rolled my eyes at the moniker. Yeah, I was definitely in deep shit with her.
“Tell Anthony he doesn’t have to sneak out the back entrance. He can use the front door.”
I turned off the intercom completely and chuckled as I turned around, then sighed. Eva was sitting now, holding a sheet in front of her, shielding my view of her big, delicious tits.
Eva shook her head and smirked. “She’s going to spit in your food, naughty boy.”
My long legs ate up the distance to the bed, and I grinned wickedly as I got on the mattress and crawled over her, forcing her onto her back. I dipped one finger into the valley between her t
its and drew the sheet away. “I can be much naughtier, baby,” I purred as I leered at her.
She squirmed, and if I wasn’t so aware of my Eva, I might have missed the tiny wince. I gulped and pushed back my growing desire. “How about a bath before lunch?” I suggested, allowing myself one more touch and running a finger along her jaw, down her neck, and over one breast. The little catch in her breath when the pad of my finger glided over her nipple almost broke my resolve to give her body a break.
“Are you going to take it with me?” she asked with a saucy smile.
I laughed at how fucking adorable she was but shook my head with genuine regret. “I’ve ridden you hard since last night”—Eva smirked and opened her mouth, but I pressed a finger over it, knowing she was about to make a smartass comment about riding me—“even though I knew better. Your body needs rest, or you won’t be able to walk for a few days. And if I get into that bath with you—” I broke off and shook my head. “You’ll be walking funny for a week.”
Eva pouted, but I ignored it as I lifted her into my arms and strode to the bathroom. Once she was settled in a warm bath, I took a quick shower and scurried from the room before I gave in to temptation. It was especially difficult with Eva constantly looking at my body with heated eyes. Careful of the hard on I was sporting, I pulled on a pair of jeans and donned a T-shirt. Dressed, I jogged down the stairs to the first floor, making my way into the kitchen.
Kendra was standing at the counter with her back to me, setting a plate with a sandwich onto an already full tray of food. I stealthily came up behind her and gave her a quick hug. She screamed and whirled around, her hand flying to her chest.
“You know I love you, right?” I asked with a boyish smile.
She glared at me for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, clearly exasperated. “I should have poisoned your food, but I can’t be mad when you look this happy.” I grinned and smacked a kiss on her cheek. “So,” she asked, “are you going to let her out of the bedroom so I can meet her?”
I pretended to consider my options but was startled when she gasped, “Tucker, please tell me you didn’t actually kidnap Eva and have her tied up in the bedroom!”
Even though she was partly right, I doubled over with laughter. If she’d been wearing pearls, she probably would have been clutching them as she crossed herself and said a prayer for my soul. I felt the smack of what was probably a wooden spoon on my shoulder, and it only made me laugh harder.
“For some reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if tying me up and holding me hostage was Tucker’s backup plan if I hadn’t agreed to marry him.”
Kendra and I both looked at the door to see Eva standing there looking fresh and clean with her hair piled on top of her head and wearing one of my shirts. It was a good thing it came all the way to her knees, or else I would have marched her sexy little ass back upstairs to change. I didn’t care if it was a woman; nobody was allowed to see what belonged to me and only me. As it was, my cock sprang to life at the sight of my girl wearing my clothes. I’d stocked our closet with everything a girl could need, but now I was considering burning everything so she would have no choice but to wear my clothes all of the time.
Kendra rushed over to Eva and pulled her into a big hug. “I’m so happy to meet you, Eva!” she gushed. “I was starting to worry that my boy would never man up and go after you. I didn’t want to see him grow into a lonely, grumpy old man.”
Eva giggled and hugged her back, a beautiful smile gracing her face. “I’m surprised he even talked about me.”
I briefly wondered if it would be too suspicious if I snatched up Eva and ran upstairs to lock her away before Kendra could reveal my secret. She was the only one, outside of my dad, who knew about the level of my obsession with Eva.
“He didn’t actually,” Kendra began, causing Eva’s brow to wrinkle with confusion. “It was all—”
“I’m glad you two were able to meet,” I said loudly, cutting Kendra off. I grabbed the tray of food in one arm before stalking over to Eva and tucking her into my side. “Thanks for lunch. We’ve got plans, so we’ll eat while we get ready.” Then I dragged Eva to the elevator and headed back to the bedroom.
We were both starving, so I managed to avoid any questions while we devoured our food. Once we’d finished, I cleared away the dishes and the tray, setting them on a dumbwaiter that went down to the pantry and hit the button to start its descent.
“We have an appointment,” I told Eva as I crossed the room and entered the closet. The personal shopper had followed my instructions perfectly, so I was able to grab the outfit I wanted without taking the time to hunt it down. A pretty white summer dress was on the hanger with a clear bag that contained shoes, jewelry, and a hair clip that had belonged to my mother.
“What’s going…?” Eva had followed me into the closet, but when she stepped inside, she stopped and gasped. “Holy sh—crap!” She looked around, her face a mask of wonder and awe. “This is like my dream closet on steroids.” I laughed but caught her arm as she started to walk around.
“You can explore to your heart’s content later,” I told her with a wink. “Right now, you need to change so we aren’t late.” I handed her the outfit I’d chosen and turned her around, then patted her bum to get her moving toward the bathroom.
“Late to what?” she asked over her shoulder.
“You’ll see,” I answered evasively. I wasn’t sure how easy this was going to go, but one way or another, I was going to be making love to my wife tonight.
I put on a suit and figured I’d wait in my office, but when I opened the bathroom door to tell Eva, I was shocked to see that she was ready to go and almost knocked on my ass by how fucking gorgeous she was.
“Put your eyes and tongue back in your head, Tucker,” she teased as she sauntered toward me. “This dress is stunning, and if it’s for what I think it is, I don’t want you ruining it by trying to get me out of it.”
If I wasn’t desperate to have Eva legally tied to me in every way, I might have pouted. Which was ridiculous. I didn’t pout. I wasn’t a child being denied its favorite toy. Although the situation was strikingly similar…
After a few deep breaths to calm my body down—not very successfully—I laced my fingers with Eva’s and led her toward her future.
Chapter 8
Tucker
“My mom and dad are going to be so mad,” Eva moaned as we walked into the office to file our paperwork. She hadn’t made any objections to my plan for us to get married tonight, but she’d been fretting over her family’s reaction. “Trevor and my dad just might kill you, Tucker.” I chuckled when I glanced at her face and saw the very real worry there. “I’m serious, Tucker!” she whisper-yelled since we were the next in line.
A college-age, hipster-type guy sat behind the desk looking bored until we stepped up to the window. His eyes were covered by round, red-framed glasses, but they didn’t hide the way his gaze swept over Eva, lingering on her chest. I growled and leaned down, getting in the pipsqueak’s now frightened face. “Those glasses won’t stop me from blackening both of your eyes if you don’t stop staring at my woman.” He swallowed hard and put his head down.
“Don’t be such a caveman,” Eva scolded.
I narrowed my eyes, and my arm tightened around her. “You’re mine, Eva. I don’t give a fuck if it makes me a caveman. I don’t want other men looking at you as though they’re picturing you naked. That image belongs to me alone.”
Eva rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the heat that flared in their blue depths or the pleased little smile that curved her lips. Yeah, she didn’t want to admit it, but obviously my possessiveness made her hot. Which was fine by me because I could guarantee it wasn’t going to get any better.
As we walked away, I returned to our previous conversation. “I already asked your dad and brother for permission to marry you, Eva-bear,” I said as I tucked her into my side and kissed her temple.
I thought she would be reli
eved and relax, but I was proven wrong when she poked me in the side and hissed, “That’s great, but who is going to protect you from my mom when she realizes that she wasn’t at my wedding?”
I certainly wasn’t looking forward to facing Blair after this, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. I would do anything to have Eva, and until she was legally mine, I would mow down any obstacle in my way. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I’d called in a favor from a judge who I’d helped out of a jam, and after getting our paperwork squared away, I led Eva down to his chambers. He called for us to enter after one knock and when we walked inside, he stood and gave us a friendly smile. When he greeted Eva, his hands and eyes didn’t linger, which made me like the guy even more. I wouldn't have brought my fiancée to him if I didn’t know he was happily married and loved to boast about his children and grandchildren.
I shook his hand and thanked him for doing this on short notice, but before I could say more, there was a knock on the door. Eva gasped when it opened, and her mother walked inside, followed by her father and my parents.
Blair rushed over to Eva, and I had to fight the urge to drag her into my arms to make sure no one tried to take her away. I focused my energy on my dad instead, who held up his hands and stepped back. “It was Kendra, I swear.”
My mom stomped up to me and went up to the very tip of her toes to smack the side of my head. “Ouch,” I grumbled, rubbing the sting away.
“You deserve a whole lot more, Tucker Carrington,” she snapped. “Not inviting me to your wedding? Why wouldn’t you want me here?” Her eyes filled with tears, and I suddenly felt two inches tall. Shit. I hated it when my mom cried. I looked at my dad for help, but he just glared at me, silently ordering me to fix it.
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