Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) (5 page)

This is reckless.

And sinful.

So bad.

Yet, I’m dying for more of his touch. I’m a needy addict who’s had her first hit of a drug that gives her a high she’s never experienced.

“Come, sugar.”

I nod and turn in his arms. He drops a sweet kiss on my nose before taking my hand. With every step toward the building, me trailing behind him, my anxiety rises. What if I’m way too inexperienced for him? What if he laughs at me? What if I don’t turn him on?

The brunette waitress shoots me a scalding glare as we pass and Zeke flips her the bird. He’s dragging me along, so much so, that by the time we make it to the stairs, the other bartender with the burly beard steps in front of him and raises a questioning brow.

“Everything okay, little lady?” the man grunts at me.

Zeke glances over his shoulder at me and the moment his heat-filled eyes find mine, the anxiety dissolves. His desire for me is ever present and it squashes my self-doubt.

“Yes, thank you,” I peep out.

Zeke mutters out “asshole” to the guy who in turn laughs as we pass and ascend the stairs. My heart flips and flops inside of my chest. I’m not sure how this will go down. Will I undress? Will he undress me? Will we kiss while we make love?

He retrieves a key from his pocket and soon we’re inside of the door at the end of the landing. Once he tugs me inside, he slams the door shut and locks it. When his eyes meet mine, I shudder.

“Um, I, uh,” I stammer.

His scowl morphs into an amused grin—the corners of his lips twitching and his green eyes blazing in a playful way. “You’re over-thinking it, Eden. That is your name, right?”

With a curt nod, I glance down at my feet. “Yeah.”

“And you have that fake ID because you’re not quite twenty-one?”

“Not quite.”

My eyes skim past the man who dizzies and allures me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. His apartment is a studio apartment with a big bed under the window, a door which leads to a small kitchenette, and another closed door that I presume is the bathroom. There’s a recliner in the corner but nothing in the way of real living room furniture. It’s empty, under decorated, and basic.

“Have you not lived here long?” I question and drag my gaze over to him.

“A week.” He’s working the buttons on his black dress shirt and I become mesmerized by the action. His shirt has to be peeled from his body and beneath it, he dons a white tank that stretches over his muscled chest. Tattoos cover every inch of exposed flesh.

He looks dangerous.

But oh, so hot.

“I see,” I peep. “I, um, maybe I should go to the bathroom and freshen up.”

His throaty chuckle reverberates its way down between my legs and a sweat breaks out over my skin. “Sugar, you’re not going to stall anymore. I can barely see straight because you fucking blind me with how sexy you are—all coy and shit.”

I start to protest that I’m not stalling, even though I am, but my words die in my throat the second he tugs his shirt up over his head. He’s a brilliant work of art and I could spend days viewing the colorful pictures all over his body. Each contoured muscle on his upper body begs to be licked and tasted.

“Come here,” he orders, his tone firm but filled with want.

I drop my small wristlet that holds my phone on the table by the front door and slip out of my shoes. Everything in me screams to run toward the half-naked man in front of me. The sane part begs me to be cool. Sexy. A real woman.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Eden.”

His words, so sweet, rush through my veins. All I ever get from Parker is that I look “nice”.

“Uh, thank you, but um,” I start yet am silenced when he prowls over to me.

“But nothing. Gorgeous as hell. A body that’s all mine for the night. And that mouth,” he growls as his fingers slide to my butt again. “Jesus, that mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I wince at him saying the Lord’s name but I can’t deny that I don’t adore the way he thinks I’m beautiful.

His lips dip to mine and his kiss is gentle. I slip my fingers up his bare chest and rub my palms over his muscles with greed. He’s firm and warm. I want him crushing me with his body when he finally takes me.

I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss. This must spur him on because he lifts me again as if I weigh nothing. Like the whore I’m quickly becoming, I hook his waist and kiss him like my life depends on it. My panties are wet again and I worry what he’ll think about that—which is one of the reasons I wanted to freshen up.

“I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters against my lips. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you.”

I may be the less experienced between Rebecca and I but I know exactly what he means. He stops and lowers us on to the bed to which my heart rate races. This is happening. No turning back now.

Tonight I’m not Daddy’s little girl. I’m not Parker’s perfect girlfriend.

Tonight, I’m Zeke’s Eden. His sugar. His whore.

I’m not sure what to expect but when he breaks our kiss and rolls me onto my chest, I am confused. As soon as his fingers trail up the back of my thighs, though, I forget what it is that I was even worrying about.

“I need to see this ass,” he explains with a low, guttural groan.

I whimper and nod, tucking my arms under my chest because I’m unsure what to do with them. With a rough shove, he pushes my skirt up over my butt and it bunches at my hips, exposing my panties to him.

“White. So simple. Not what I expected.”

His words embarrass me and my skin flushes. I’m not at all sexy. I’m boring and plain because of Daddy. Even Mom’s panties are simple and provide full coverage. Daddy won’t allow anything else in our household.

“Jesus, Eden, do you blush everywhere,” he exclaims as he drags his fingers over my butt cheek. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It’s fucking hot as hell.”

“Oh.” I relax until he starts dragging my panties down. If he sees my wet panties, I’ll die!

Luckily, they drop to my ankles and save me the embarrassment.

But it’s short-lived the second I feel his hot breath in the crack of my butt. “What are you doing?” I hiss and try to squirm away.

His powerful hands grip my waist and hold me in place. “I’m going to eat your pussy, sugar.”

I
grin at how her body quivers with anticipation and nervousness. She wasn’t lying when she said she was inexperienced. Clearly, she hasn’t had her pussy eaten from behind before.

And I’m about to devour it.

Spreading her legs apart, I inhale her aroused scent. It sets off an alpha need within me and I crave to own every part of her mind and body. She may think this is a one-night stand.

But I don’t do one-night stands.

I’m obsessive and possessive. It’s just who I am.

When I take her, I’ll want her again and again.

She’s not going anywhere.

“You smell so fucking good, sugar.”

Her ass wiggles and I spread her cheeks open. I blow a breath down her crack and tongue the opening of her pussy. It’s wet and musky and I want to suck and taste every part of it.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” she chants.

The moment I shove my tongue into her tight hole, she bucks off the bed, squeezing her ass cheeks together. Instead of giving her the reprieve she thinks she wants, I drag her to my face and bury my nose deeper between her cheeks and thrust my tongue as far as it’ll go.

“Please, Zeke, stop,” she begs.

Releasing one of her hips, I wrap my arm around her so I can finger her clit. She melts again and shoves her ass back in my face. The woman does not want me to stop despite how much she may think she does.

“Oh God,” she shrieks and her body freezes for a moment before she shudders like a possessed woman. I don’t stop my assault on her pussy until the quivers subside.

“That was…” she trails off.

I slide my tongue out of her and pop her on the ass. “The best fucking orgasm of your life?”

She starts to roll around to face me but she’s right where I want her. “Mmm-hmm.”

“We’re not done, Eden,” I growl as I stand.

Her white ass smarts pink from the slap I gave her and my dick thickens at the beauty of it. This woman is perfect. I work the buckle on my belt with one hand and reach for the nightstand with the other. Grant, the smart bastard, left me a box of condoms too. I yank one out and sheath my throbbing cock the second I’ve shed myself of the rest of my clothes.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, sugar, that you’ll be ruined for any other man. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had—the best you will ever have. That much’s a fact,” I smirk.

Her back heaves with each shuddered breath of anticipation. I drag my cock between the crack of her ass and let it slide against her dripping pussy. Her moan is erotic as fuck and it takes everything in me not to slam into her.

“Hurry,” she whines. “Please.”

I chuckle as I fist my cock, teasing her entrance. “I told you that you’d be begging, Eden.”

She growls in frustration so I give her exactly what she wants. Her opening is tight but now that it’s all lubed up from her epic climax, I’ll soon push my thickness into her—every single massive inch. Grabbing on to her hip with one hand, I drive into her tight heat.

Her scream is otherworldly and I nearly black out from how fucking fantastic she feels. I hiss out in pleasure as her body grips mine in a way that renders me immobile. If I move, I’ll probably come and make a goddamned ass of myself.

“Eden,” I grunt and buck against her once I’ve regained my composure. “You’re perfect.”

Her moans are making her body quiver uncontrollably. I know I can draw another orgasm from her. Leaning forward, I slide my hand back around to her front and locate her swollen nub. She calms her breathing and is soon rotating her ass in a way that has me on the verge of coming.

“Come for me, sugar,” I order with a growl and pinch her clit.

She yelps but I own her pussy and it responds beautifully. Her walls clamp down around my dick and I orgasm with her. Having not been laid in four years, she’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever sunk my cock into.

“So good. So damn good,” I praise and collapse onto her back.

Her entire body quivers and the idiotic grin on my face is immediate. Dragging myself back up, I slip my softening cock out and my smile drops.

Blood.

Smeared all over the condom.

This can’t be fucking real.

“Were you a virgin?” I mutter in disbelief.

A whimper comes from the bed and I shudder.

“Why the fuck did you not tell me you were a virgin?” I snarl as I yank the bloody condom off my dick.

I need a moment to clear my fucking head and storm off toward the bathroom to deposit the condom. She’s sniffling in the other room which sends guilt filtering through my veins. With a sigh, I grab a rag and warm it under the water. After wringing it out, I saunter back into the room to find her curled up on her side in the bed.

Fuck.

“Eden. I’m sorry I flipped out,” I tell her.

She ignores me so I grab her knee and haul her to her back, spreading her open to me. Her arm flies over her face, hiding her features. With a frustrated growl at her, I set to cleaning her between her legs. When I finish, I find her peeking at me with tear-stained cheeks.

“I didn’t know it would be such a big deal to you,” she murmurs.

After I heave the rag back into the bathroom, I turn to regard her with a frown. “It’s a big fucking deal, sugar. I could have been gentler. Taken more time with you. What else are you hiding? I’ve already discovered you aren’t Michelle but Eden instead. And despite your eagerness to fuck, you’d never done it. Are there any more secrets?”

She bites her lip and slides her palms over her perky breasts, which are nearly spilling out of her bra and tank top, in an effort to hide them from me. Now that her fingers are splayed over the pale flesh on her chest, I take a moment to inspect the rings that line her fingers.

All silver. One gold.

My eyes bug out of my head and I yank her left hand up. “What the fuck is this?” I demand and run my thumb across the gold, simple band with a heart cut out into the metal. “Are you married?”