Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) (8 page)

She squirms but I dig my fingers into her hips and draw her back up to her hands and knees, to keep her still while I fuck her. My balls slap against her clit and with each thrust, she gasps.

“Take it back, P-P-Parker. I don’t want to marry you. We’re through.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he snaps. “We’ll sort this out tomorrow at a decent hour. Your father will know—”

She arches her back and rage ripples through her tiny body. “Leave Daddy out of this!”

“She found someone else, asshole,” I bark out.

The line goes silent and Eden shudders.

“Zeke,” she hisses and reaches for the phone.

Yanking it away from her, I toss it on the bed near me and out of her reach.

“Now you’re all mine, baby,” I growl. “Beg me to hurt you.”

She’s whimpering again and when I slip my fingers back along the crack of her ass, she bucks away from me. Tugging her back to me, I slap her ass and then grab a handful of her hair. I plunge into her forcefully and nearly come when she screams loud enough to wake the damn dead.

“You like this. Say it, Eden. Tell me you like it when I fuck you.”

I hope that asshole hears every single goddamned word as I fuck his now ex-girlfriend. That’ll teach him to care more about her daddy’s dick than the gem he had in his grasp.

“I like it.”

“Louder. Talk dirty to me, Eden!”

“I like it when you fuck me. It hurts but it feels good too.”

My eyes roll back in my head at her words. Such a fucking turn-on.

“I want inside your tight little ass,” I growl.

Her moan is needy and she nods. “Do it. I want you to do it.”

Chuckling, I swat her ass again. “You can’t handle my cock there yet, sugar. Soon but not tonight. But, I bet I can accommodate you.”

I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it briefly before spreading her ass cheeks back open. My thumb probes her opening there, my thrusting into her pussy never waning, and I slowly press into her.

“Ahh!”

“Shhh, relax. It’ll feel better than anything I’ve given you so far. Trust me.”

Her body responds to my words and I’m granted deep access with my thumb. The pressure on my dick inside her body grows with my thumb there and I attempt to push away the curls of pleasure threatening to make me come early.

I slip my free hand around her and assault her clit. Her body quakes with an impending explosion of pleasure.

“Too much,” she moans. “Too much.”

But the moment she utters those words, she unravels with a wild scream that echoes off every surface in my apartment. Her body clenches around both my thumb and my cock, sending my body into an all-consuming orgasm. My dick throbs with its explosive release and I look forward to the day I can fuck her bareback all the time.

The thought sobers me.

I’m fucking obsessed with this woman already.

To the point that I’d chance knocking her pretty little ass up.

What would her damn daddy think then?

Images of the tiny woman with a swollen belly and plump tits will make for great whack off material later.

I gently slip my thumb out of her ass and pop my dick out of her hot body. She collapses onto the bed, body still shuddering with what I know has to be an epic climax for her.

It’s then that I realize the phone is still on. Was that horny asshole listening to me fuck her? I pick up the phone and listen.

Angry breaths rush out on the other line.

My gaze drags over to her ass that’s still pointing in the air. Her sweet pussy is still dripping with her recent arousal.

With a low voice, I mutter, “She’s mine now.”

I don’t wait for a response and hang up.

W
hen Zeke leaves my side to dispose of the condom, reality snakes its slick tentacles around my brain.

What have I done?

The man in the other room dizzies me to the point that I don’t even recognize myself. I’m not this girl—some girl that loses her virginity to a one-night stand. I’m not some girl that breaks up with her boyfriend of two years over the phone while another man takes her.

Crap!

I sit up and crawl off the bed. Every muscle in my body, especially my calves are sore and used. I’m on fire between my legs and I have bruises everywhere. Yet, despite all the pain, I am satisfied. Free even. I’m different.

My clothes are all over the place so I set to searching for them. I’m bending over to pick up my white panties when a strong arm hooks around my waist from behind.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he growls from behind me.

Slowly, I stand up and lean back against his chest. His hand slides over my belly and it feels familiar there. Truth is, I like when Zeke touches me. I crave his skin on mine.

“I think I should go home. This has all gotten way out of hand. I’m not this girl,” I sigh and bite my lip to keep from crying.

I’m confused and frustrated.

I don’t want to leave but the logical part of my brain tells me I need to. This will get back to Daddy and I fear what’ll happen after that.

“You’re right,” he murmurs into my hair. “You’re not that girl. At least not anymore. You’re mine—Zeke’s Eden—the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever been with. The moment I saw you, I knew fate sent you to me.”

I melt into his arms and twist around to face him. His dark brows are furrowed, concern written clearly on his face. He doesn’t want me to leave and that releases a million butterflies into my chest.

“I’m scared.”

His hands slip into my hair and he tugs me back so that I’m staring up at him. “What do you have to be scared of, Eden? I’m not going anywhere. Four years is a long time to think about what you want in life. And I want you. End of fucking story.”

I smile at his words. In his little apartment, out of Daddy’s steely clutches, I feel safe and cared for. By some stranger no less.

“Come on,” he says with a grin, “let me take care of you.”

He breaks away from me and saunters into the bathroom giving me a delicious view of his butt. I trail after him and find that he’s started a bath and is pouring something into it.

“Don’t ask how I have bubble shit up here,” he laughs. “Grant thinks of everything.”

He shakes his head as he tests the temperature. The alluring and relaxing scent of lavender fills the air as my eyes skim down his perfect sculpted chest and flat belly. I wonder how many hours a day he works out to get like this. It makes me self-conscious for my own body and I fold my arms across my stomach to hide it.

Turns out it isn’t bubble bath but instead a bath salt. I find myself eager to bathe with him, although, I’m not sure how we’ll both fit in the small tub. After it fills up, he shuts off the water and climbs in. When he sits, it nearly spills over the sides.

He holds a hand out to me and I let him help me into the slippery tub. Once I settle between his legs and rest my back against his chest, I groan out in relief. The hot water diminishes the soreness between my legs and I slightly spread them to let more heat saturate me there.

“This is nice, Zeke.”

His arms are resting around my belly as he holds me. After some time he speaks, his warm breath tickling my hair.

“Tell me about yourself. I don’t know anything about you. Do you have plans for college?” he questions.

I frown. Originally, I had wanted to go to school to become a teacher. Whenever I’d help out at the nursery at church, I adored playing with the kids. It seemed a natural choice.

“Um, Daddy encouraged me to enroll at Eternity Bible College near LA. I’ve been accepted and will attend in the fall,” I say, but can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice.

“He encouraged you or told you what you were going to do?” His question is soft.

Biting my lip, I shrug my shoulders. “He told me in our family the women either go to Bible College or they marry a man of the church. Parker is going to college to become a pastor.”

His body tightens beneath me with the mention of Parker. “What did you want to do before your father told you what you had to do?” he growls.

I turn into his arms and meet his angry gaze. Tears well in my eyes because he cares for my wellbeing more than Daddy or Parker ever had and I’ve barely known him an evening.

“I wanted to be a teacher. Stupid, huh?” I laugh bitterly.

He hugs me tighter to him and kisses my head. “Well, considering my mom is a teacher, I don’t think it’s stupid at all. She loves her job—says it’s her calling.”

This only further darkens my mood. I twist away from him and relax against him again, the silence stretching out between us.

“Eden?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you let him dictate your life? You’re eighteen now. You can do whatever you want,” he murmurs.

The thought has crossed my mind a million times. “I don’t know. I’m scared of being alone I guess. What if they won’t talk to me after?”

He scoffs. “Then they’re assholes who don’t deserve one second of your time. Seconds I could be filling up instead.”

My cheeks warm and I turn my head to him again, rewarding him with a smile. “There’s something about you, Zeke,” I sigh in contentment. “You’re different than anyone else I know. You have this tough exterior but there’s more to you. What about you? I want to know about you.”

He jerks his gaze away from me and fists his hands. “My life has been awful for a while now. All because of some shitty mistake. I hate why it happened, but I don’t hate that it did. Justice was served as far as I was concerned.”

I want to ask him more but I’m not brave enough. His entire body is quaking with fury and I don’t want to piss him off further.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He relaxes and squeezes me to him. “My life got a thousand times better the second I saw you standing outside that bathroom door tonight.”

His words are sweet and I realize that we both have been in our own little worlds of pain, searching for some sort of freedom. Maybe fate did bring us together so that we could find someone else to share that with.

Turning in his arms, splashing water all over the place, I climb into his lap and our lips immediately connect. He straightens his legs and I straddle him. Our mouths are a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth and soon he’s guiding me over his thickness. Despite being sore, it feels good with the hot water as he bucks into me.

One of his hands grips my ass while the other pinches my nipple and I moan in delight. Earlier, when he probed me with his thumb, I was horrified but when the earth shattered around me with the intensity of my orgasm, I decided it wasn’t so bad after all.

It was amazing in fact.

“God, Eden,” he grunts into my mouth, “you’re killing me. I want you—
all of you
. Please don’t leave me.”

The vulnerability in his words slices through me. “I don’t want to leave.”

We slosh and splash but I’m too wiped out to continue. “Zeke,” I pant, “I can’t move.”

He stands with me in his arms and climbs out of the tub. I grip onto his shoulders for dear life as he stumbles out of the bathtub. I yelp when he drops me onto the cold countertop, never breaking our physical connection.

“Lean back. I want your head against the mirror,” he rasps out. His eyes are dark with lust and I crave for him to take me however he wants.

Obliging him, I lean back and lock eyes with him as he pounds into me. He grips the outside of my thighs with a strength that should scare me but doesn’t. I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises and a sick part of me can’t wait to run my fingers over them later.

“So beautiful,” he praises and slips a finger between the lips of my sex. He expertly massages me as if he’s been doing it his entire life.

“Yes,” I gasp and stars blind me from another mind-boggling orgasm.

The man owns a part of my inner animal that I never knew existed.

“Fuck.” He thrusts into me hard enough for my head to slam the glass behind me. Blackness washes over my vision for a moment from the impact. But I let out a moan when his hot climax drenches me from the inside.

His eyes find mine but he doesn’t pull out despite the fact that he’s softening and his orgasm drips out of me.

“You broke the mirror,” he smirks.