Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) (6 page)

Her cheeks blaze and she shakes her head at me. “No, it’s a purity ring. I’m saving myself for marriage,” she mutters and then tears well in her eyes. “Was. I
was
saving myself for marriage.”

Guilt twists in my gut and I draw her hand to my lips. Kissing that finger, I wink before sliding it from her finger. “Guess I get to keep this then, huh?”

She sits up on her elbows and my eyes fall to her heaving breasts. I want to taste them.

“Actually,” she sighs, “I’ll need to keep it on. For appearances.”

I raise a brow in question but slide it back over her ring finger, my eyes devouring her face as I do it. And then I see it. A blonde lock of hair peeking out beneath the black.

“Eden,” I growl. “Take it off.”

She furrows her brows and sits up. “You’re demanding you know that?” she hisses as she yanks her tank top off her body. Watching her get all pissy at having to remove her clothes cools my anger from realizing that she’s wearing a wig so much that I smirk and let her get naked before saying another word.

Her matching white bra is hot as fuck and my cock thickens when she unhooks the back, freeing her small tits. The bra falls into her lap and I’m awarded the best fucking view of her sweet, pink nipples—so small and perfectly round. I want to bite them until they’re red and sore as hell.

She scrambles to her knees and pushes the skirt back down over her ass, letting it pool at her knees. Her wig is crooked now but I bide my time. When she falls back down onto her ass, I help her slide the skirt down her legs and toss it onto the floor.

“Straddle me,” I instruct as I stretch out on the bed, my cock thick and at attention.

“Why are you so bossy?” she pouts, sticking out her bottom lip that I want to suck on.

“Why do you listen, sugar?”

Her nostrils flare and she shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I always listen, okay,” she snaps and eases a leg across my chest. “Now what?”

She quivers and from my perspective, her red, just fucked pussy looks good enough to eat. Again.

“The carpet doesn’t match the drapes.” I smirk and nod at her head.

Her eyes widen at being caught again.

“I want you on my dick.” My slight thrust upwards causes my cock to slide over her now clean pussy.

She swallows and nods, grasping my throbbing length. I roll my eyes back into my head when she slides her hot, swollen heat down over it in a slow, almost painful pace.

“Shit,” I groan the moment she’s fully seated. “Get a condom. I’m inside of you fucking bare.”

Her body covers mine and her chest smashes against me. “It hurts to move.”

I blink my eyes back open and hug her to me. “You’re not wet. Yet. Everything’s still sore, sugar.”

She lifts her head to peer down at me. Neither of us move. I’m deep inside of her with an aching cock but I don’t want to hurt her. Finally, I tug her wig from her head, eliciting a gasp from her.

“I, uh—” she starts but I glare at her to shut her up.

“Lies, sugar. All lies.”

She swallows and gapes at me with wide, frightened eyes. One by one, I pluck the bobby pins from her head. Tendril after tendril of golden waves fall down around her beautiful face. Her innocence is more evident in her true form—not behind some fucking ridiculous wig.

“Why in the hell would you ever want to hide this?” I growl. “You’re a damn knockout.”

She chews on her bottom lip again. I want it.

“My Daddy. He’s so strict,” she reveals.

The word “daddy” on her lips strips away her makeup and false attempts to seem older. In this moment, I know she’s young.

“How old are you?” I demand as I pluck the last of the bobby pins out. I massage my fingers through her scalp, loosening the hair that was matted against her head.

“I don’t want to tell you.”

Shit. She’s underage.
Fuck!

“Sugar, you’re on my fucking dick as we speak. If I find out you’re underage, so help me…” I trail off. I can’t go back to the pen. I’ll put a bullet in my head before that happens again.

“No,” she squirms in my arms, “I’m eighteen. My birthday was a few weeks ago.”

I snare her hair in a punishing grip and haul her to my mouth. Her teeth smash my lips and cut my bottom one. The saltiness of my blood mixed with the sweetness in her kiss ignites a fire within me. Rolling her onto her back, I drive into her hard enough to make her scream into my mouth.

Devouring her screams from her soreness with deep kisses, I buck into her over and over, relishing in the way her fingers bite into my back, inflicting their own stabs of pain.

“I want to punish you for fucking lying to me,” I growl into her mouth and then trail soft kisses to her throat. She whimpers and her clawing subsides. Her pussy becomes slick and her fingers slip into my hair, gripping me with no intent on letting go. With each pump into her, I realize how dangerously close I am to coming inside of her.

I want to mark her. Hurt her. Fucking own her.

“I’m eleven years older than you. You’re a goddamned little girl and yet I want to fuck and own you like the naughty woman you pretended to be.”

She moans the moment my thumb connects with her clit. “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain. And I’m a woman, not a girl.”

I chuckle at her fierce proclamation as I massage her. “Damn right, sugar. Now that I have you, you’re going to get so dirty that your precious daddy will never be able to polish you back to the way you once were. You’ve been fucked out of your virginity and your sweet pussy will always belong to me, no matter who the hell you marry in your future.”

My sweet girl comes all over my cock which only serves to solidify my words.

She’s fucking mine.

O
h. My. Goodness.

What have I gotten myself into?

Do I even want to get myself out of it?

That’s the better question.

“Shit,” he hisses and jerks out of me. Hot semen shoots all over my belly that heaves from my last orgasm that still jolts through me.

I’m so sore inside and out. Raw from our brutal sex but yet my body squirms and hums with a craving that never existed so plainly from within me. I like his rough, yet adoring way he makes love to me. He calls it fucking but I’ve never felt so close to anyone in my entire life. Not Daddy or Momma. Not Rebecca. Not Parker.

Zeke consumes me.

He angers me one minute and draws out unimaginable pleasure from me the next. I’ve begun a slow decent into hell with him, a journey I’ll never come back from the same again. Lust and desire drips from him, matching my own need. I’ve long crossed over the lines of temptation and have been thrust into the delicious world of sin.

I don’t want to be forgiven though.

I want more.

He crawls out of the bed and I watch in awe as he strides into the bathroom. His muscular frame is colorful and something one can’t look away from. I could spend hours admiring his body. Each sinewy ripple on his back. The contour of his round, bitable butt. And as he turns back around, carrying another washcloth, the sight of his thick, proud penis that’s glorious even when not hard.

“Dirty girl,” his deep voice rumbles, “am I always going to have to clean you up?”

I smile at him as he sits beside me and runs the wet cloth over my belly, wiping his evidence from me. “I like when you clean me up.”

He grins back and tosses the rag away, choosing to crawl up beside me. When he hauls me over to him, I squeal.

“Tell me about you, sugar,” he says in a soft, almost loving whisper. “No more lies or untold truths. I want to know everything.”

My smile falls. I had every intent on losing myself for one night. To hide behind my secrets and be free. But revealing my life to him changes things.

“I don’t know. Since this is just a one night thing,” I sigh. “Maybe it’s best if we just be Eden and Zeke. Nothing more. After tonight, it won’t matter anyway.”

He leans up on his elbow and glowers down at me. “Eden, you might as well start talking. I’m not going anywhere. Especially after tomorrow. This is not a one night thing for me.”

For a moment, I ponder what it would feel like to permanently have someone like Zeke in my life. Would he be a good boyfriend like Parker? Always offering his hand when we cross the street or opening doors when we go to dinner. What would Momma think of him? Worse yet, Daddy?

They’d hate him and everything he represents.

Sin, lust, falling away from God. His tattoos and sexy smirk would have my parents locking me in the basement to keep me away from him. Daddy would drone on and on about his reputation as a leader of the church.

“Zeke,” I say softly and raise a hand to his scruffy cheek. “There can’t be a tomorrow. You and I, it could never happen.”

His features flash with anger but then he dips his soft lips to mine in the gentlest of touches. I sigh into his kiss. I gasp when his thumb slides over my nipple and he runs lazy circles around it. Sliding my fingers into his thick, gorgeous dark hair, I tug him closer to me. I like kissing him. Touching him fuels flames in my otherwise lifeless heart. Parker doesn’t evoke such sensations from me. The very thought of being with him forever—as his wife—with him touching me with clumsy, inexperienced fingers has my stomach roiling.

There is no perfect scenario.

Not with Parker.

And not with Zeke.

“I have to tell you something,” I mutter against his lips.

He draws back and narrows his eyes at me. “So many secrets, sugar. I should dole out ass whippings for each new one you decide to tell me.”

His words frighten me. They also cause the lips between my legs to grow slick with moisture.

What is it about his bad boy persona that hypnotizes me?

“You would want to hurt me?” I pout out my question.

His lips quirk up into a crooked half-grin that most definitely raises my body heat and has me squirming to be touched by him. “I would never hurt you, Eden. But mix a little pain with pleasure? Fuck yes. Now tell me what you’re hiding now.”

My eyes widen in wonder. How could pain and pleasure be in the same sentence?

“You’ll probably kick me out once I tell you.”

He drags his fingers along my belly toward my lower region and I gasp when he reaches the blond thatch of hair there. “You could tell me you’re a man at this point and I’d just fuck your tight little ass then. I’m not going to kick you out. Spill it, woman.”

Images of his giant penis taking me there causes me to shudder. Under no circumstances will he ever put anything there!

“Um, I, uh,” I stammer, still lost on the idea of him taking me in my butt.

Would it be worse than the first time we had sex?

I would think it would rip me wide open.

The thought of explaining that ER visit to my daddy is horrifying.

“Eden,” he growls out in warning.

Blinking my eyes several times, I find his glowing green ones. “I have a boyfriend.”

His features darken and he grits his teeth together making his jaw clench.

“Daddy adores Parker and my mother wants me to marry him. Problem is, I don’t
feel
when I’m with him. Two years of dating and he’s kissed me, with tongue, once. It was nothing like your kiss. Rebecca and I, we made ourselves a promise, to get out and experience the world, even if only for one night.” I sigh. “And tonight you’re my whole, wicked world.”

He scowls at me and his eyes dart back and forth with unsaid words. Finally he speaks. “Eden, I don’t get involved with attached women.”

I slide a hand up his shoulder and into his hair. “Zeke, that’s the problem. I don’t feel attached to him. I feel matched to him. It’s out of my control. You don’t understand my daddy and his influence over everyone, but most of all, me.”

His lips drop to mine and he presses a soft kiss to them. “You’re mine, Eden. Not your daddy’s or Parker’s.”

The very idea of being Zeke’s warms me. With Daddy, I get so frustrated with his rules and controlling nature. And with Parker, it simply annoys me.

But with Zeke?

Just in the short time I’ve been near him, I crave him.

His touch, his words, his mouth—all serve to make me want to belong to him.

“What would happen if you told your precious daddy that you belonged to me instead?” he questions, his tongue finding my nipple.