Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) (4 page)

My eyes zero in on her full lips and I can’t wait until they’re wrapped around my cock later.

“Nah, I’m cutting you off.”

Her unsure, blue eyes ignite with sudden ferocity. “What? You can’t do that!”

I cross my arms across my chest and lean against the back of the bar, smirking at her. “I can and I will. You need to be coherent and fully aware of the things I’m going to do to you tonight. I want you to feel every single fucking orgasm I draw from you.”

She gapes at me and tosses a glance at her friend who is getting way too fucked-up to care about helping her.

“I’m not going upstairs with you,” she snaps and pins me with a heated glare.

I laugh and shake my head. “I’ll bring you a Sprite.”

She growls and dammit if it isn’t the cutest sound. “Asshole.”

The insult sounds unrehearsed on her tongue and I bellow in laughter. “You’re fucking sexy as hell when you attempt to be feisty,” I call out as I fill a glass with soda.

When I slide it in front of her, she tries the silent treatment on me and refuses to respond. Eventually, though, she gives in and sips on the Sprite. I toss a glance at her friend who is laughing and is barely sitting upright on the stool. The guy beside her keeps groping her tit and whispering things in her ear that makes her giggle. It irritates me that he’ll no doubt be taking advantage of her being drunk.

I turn back to regard Michelle and she’s no longer pouting. She was watching me and I caught her which only serves to redden her flesh.

Jesus, I want this fucking night over already so I can touch her.

“Are you ready to leave?” Michelle whines from beside Romy.

Her friend swirls around on her stool and nearly slips right off in the process. “Are y-y-you n-not having fun, Eden?” she stammers through her drunken haze.

My ears perk up.

Eden?

Michelle’s eyes widen in horror and she cuts a glance over to me. She wants to see if I heard the name. Hell yes I heard it.

“No,
Romy,
” she grits through her teeth. “You’re drunk and we need to leave.”

Romy pouts but slides off the stool. “Okay. Where are my keys?”

Rage explodes inside of me at her words. There’s no fucking way this chick is driving.

“Not so fast, Red. I’ll call you a cab,” I bark out.

Michelle lifts her chin in defiance. “I can drive her back.”

I roll my eyes at her. “Not fucking happening. You’ve been drinking too.”

Her eyes bug out of her head and her lips purse together angrily. “Just who the hell do you think you are anyway? I had one drink—you made sure of that. I am not drunk!”

Romy frowns at me. “She doesn’t know how to drive a stick though.”

Michelle huffs out in frustration while I grab the cordless phone from the back bar. One phone call later and a cab is on its way to fetch the girl.

“You’re an ass. It’s her birthday and you’re sending us on our way. We didn’t even have any fun,” Michelle gripes.

Romy has now decided to make out with the guy beside her—clearly she’s having fun—and I shake my head. Leaning my elbows on the bar, I pin Michelle with a direct glare.

“I’m an ass. So fucking what? And we haven’t had fun,” I say as I drop my gaze to her lips, “yet, Eden. You’re not going anywhere.”

The moment the name rolls off my tongue, I gauge her reaction.

Her blue eyes widen and she darts them all around to see if anyone heard. “Come on,” she hisses to her drunk friend, “Let’s go.”

As she attempts to tug her friend away from the man she’s sucking face with, I jog over to Grant at the end of the bar.

“Hey, man, do you think I could cut out early tonight?”

He smirks and nods. “Go get you some, buddy. This place has died down and we’ll handle it without you. Don’t break her.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely be breaking her. Thanks, Grant,” I grunt before stalking away from him.

The women have made it halfway out of the building by the time I round the corner of the bar. Trotting after them, I ignore the catcalls of a few patrons and the bitching from Catherine about my leaving.

They push through the doors and a blast of warm air greets me before I follow them.

Thankfully, the cab isn’t here yet.

“Going somewhere in a hurry, Eden?”

She whips around so fast that now all of her hair is practically caught up in her lip gloss. Her friend giggles and plops down very unladylike on the middle of the sidewalk. I lean my back against the brick wall and raise a brow at her. Why in the hell she’s covering up her real name is beyond me.

Once she makes sure her friend is okay, she storms over to me. When she nears me, I automatically reach for her to tug the strands away from her lips. The movement catches her off guard and she gapes at me.

“What is wrong with you?” she hisses.

Smirking, I trail my fingers along her long neck only to have them swatted away. “You, Eden. You’re what’s wrong with me.”

“Stop calling me that!” Her voice raises a few octaves and she once again flicks her gaze over her shoulder as if someone might hear.

Stepping away from the wall, I lean into her so that our chests touch. My hand snags her hipbone and I hold her to me. When my lips drop to her ear, she whimpers again. Despite her pissy attitude, she wants me.

“I’ll call you whatever I want. In fact, by the end of tonight, you’ll be begging me to say your name, sugar. Want to bet on it?”

She scoffs and narrows her eyes at me. “I can assure you, Zeke, I will never beg for anything.”

Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, I draw her closer and dip my lips almost to hers. She smells fruity like before and I want to suck on her like a peach in the middle of summer. When she licks her lips, my cock hardens between us. The small moan it elicits from her causes my lips to quirk up on one side.

I barely graze my lips across hers so that I can inhale her ragged breaths but don’t make any moves to kiss her. We stay frozen in this pose until I murmur out my question.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

Another moan. I’m quickly losing any shred of self-control I had but I am determined to make my point.

“No,” she lies.

I nuzzle my nose against hers, keeping my lips a hair away from hers, and slide my hand a little lower to cover her nice round ass. “Are you sure, sugar?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you want me to kiss you?”

She grumbles in frustration but leans further into me when I caress her ass.

“I want to kiss you,” I breathe against her mouth. “I haven’t kissed anyone in four years.”

My confession draws her lust-filled eyes to mine and her brows furrow in confusion. “You haven’t?”

“No, and I haven’t slept with anyone in that long either. Can I kiss you?” I growl and thumb her jaw with my other hand.

Her eyes flutter back. “Yes.”

Grinning against her, I tease, “What do you say?”

“Please,” she pants, “Please kiss me.”

Before she gets the words out, I press my lips to hers, gentle at first. But when I squeeze her ass and she moans, I urge my tongue into her mouth and taste her for the first time.

So fucking sweet.

Her tongue is tentative at first but she soon understands our dance and joins in. My cock grows impossibly harder when she rests her palms on my chest and then slides them up to my shoulders.

I want all of her.

Now.

Twisting her in my arms, I haul her over to the brick wall. She yelps but doesn’t stop making out with me. In fact, when I slip my other hand down to her ass and lift her, she hooks her legs around my hips.

“Oh, God!” she moans the second my dick presses against the part of her that most likely drips for me.

“You like that?” I murmur and grind against her.

My nuts are about to explode at having her this way but when she whimpers that she does like this, I let her drop to her feet so my cock will settle.

“Stay with me.” My words aren’t a question but a command.

A kitten-like mewl escapes her and indecision wars over her features. Her blue eyes are narrowed and she chews on her swollen bottom lip. I can see she’s not the type of girl who normally has one-night stands and that’s what I like most about her—her innocence.

But I won’t take no for an answer.

T
he kiss.

Oh. My. God.

Parker has kissed me countless times and only once with a brief appearance of his tongue that nearly choked me. His kiss was never like this though.

So dizzying. Confusing. Hot as the hell Daddy always preaches about.

The thought of kissing Zeke more and better yet, going upstairs with him, is the biggest temptation I’ve ever encountered. Can I let my hair down for one night and be free to go with what feels good versus what is expected of me?

Will the Lord forgive me?

“Uh, I don’t know,” I murmur, “I’m not that kind of girl.”

He smirks and it only further wets my panties. This man affects me in ways no other man ever has. Parker’s hand holding sure as heck doesn’t get me wet. In fact, the only time my panties have ever been wet like this is when I passed Rebecca’s older brother Seth in the hallway when I spent the night once. He’d been wearing boxers only and was sporting a hard-on bigger than Dallas. I’d excused myself after that and later touched myself in the dark while she slept beside me.

Perhaps I have whorish tendencies.

The Lord forgave me then.
I think.

“I never said you were that kind of girl, sugar,” he murmurs and seizes my lips again.

A shiver quakes through me when he palms my butt again with both hands. He’s touching me more than Parker ever has—yet it’s not enough. My skin buzzes with each caress and each kiss. I do want more of him, there’s no denying that.

“I’m not very experienced,” I hiss as his lips trail down my neck. Slipping my fingers into his gorgeous hair, I stare up at the starry night and lose myself to this man as he devours my flesh.

“You not being very experienced is a fucking turn-on,” he breathes against my neck before nibbling me there.

I moan again and nearly collapse when his fingers drag the back of my skirt up in a torturous, slow way. His big hands nearly cover my entire butt and I want to know what it feels like—skin to skin.

Honk!

The blast from the cab at the curb scares the crap out of me and I jump in Zeke’s arms. He tries to hold me in his grip but I wriggle away and rush over to Rebecca who is trying to stand.

When I shoot a glance over my shoulder, he’s watching me with a sexy, angry glint in his emerald eyes and has his arms folded across his sculpted chest. My God, he’s beautiful.

“I texted Seth to ask him to let me in the house but I accidentally texted my dad instead,” Rebecca pouts as she stands.

“Oh no, what did he say?” I question, chewing on my lip. I should be worrying about her wellbeing but all I can think about is whether he’s told Daddy.

“Don’t worry. I told him I came with some other friends so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Are you staying with the man who looks like he wants to eat you?” she giggles.

I exhale with a rush of loud breath and nod. “Does that make me a whore?”

My best friend beams at me and throws her arms around me. “Eden, you could never be a whore. I’m only a text away if things get weird. Otherwise, I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Seth can run me by to get my car and you can come home with me then.”

As she pulls away, I frown. “This feels so wrong, Bec. But at the same time, he awakens a part of me that nobody but your brother ever has.”

She flings open the cab door and scrunches her nose at me. “Ew. Please tell me you never slept with Seth.”

I shake my head and laugh, “No, but he
is
hot.”

“Stahhhp,” she groans as she climbs in the car. “Bye, babe. Have fun and let loose. One night without your dad or Parker is the whole reason we went to these lengths tonight. They’ll be there tomorrow waiting for you with their pompous, condescending smiles.”

She’s right.

Rebecca is always right.

“Text me the minute you get home,” I order before I close the door.

The cab spins out and is soon gone.

A chill skitters through me when a warm, now familiar hand, slides around my belly. His scent invades me and I lean my back against his chest. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.