18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Luke
Watching Eva sleep, my fingers trace the soft curves of her beautiful face. Long, shadowy lashes begin to flutter, and I watch as her glowing eyes begin to enter the room, finding mine. I never imagined I would find someone who could make me feel as safe as she does.
We talked all night after I’d given her what I’m fairly sure was the most intense orgasm of her life. Seeing her come undone by my hand makes all the sexual encounters in the past three years, worthwhile.
It’s my new favourite pastime.
I haven’t shared the things I’m most ashamed of yet, but I know one day, Eva will be the woman I finally open up to. Guilt used to trick me into believing some of the things that happened were my fault. The days I spent running eventually faded, and I learned how to cope with everyday life. Just. But when I pull away from the life I’ve created for myself, she has to be there. Otherwise there’s no point of breaking free. No reason to cut the ties I’ve knotted.
Adam and I have to be two of the luckiest sons of bitches after being taken against our will. Blindfolded and driven to fuck knows where, both of us were gagged and strapped into the back of the gunman’s car.
“Luke.” Eva stretches her arms above her head as best she can underneath me. “This is a nice way to wake up.” Her head turns to the clock. “At five-thirty in the morning?” She looks up at me. “Are you mad?” Her eyes close.
Rolling my hips, I grind my morning glory into her. “For you. Yes. ”
She hums with a smile, but I see her drifting again.
“You wanted normal?” I keep my voice comfortably low so as not to disturb her too much. I want her up, but watching her is fucking amazing.
“I want you.” Her gruff morning voice sounds sultry as she pushes up her hips. We didn’t have sex last night, but both of us wanted it. Instead, we both got lost in hours of vulnerability I’ll never forget.
“And you’ll have me once we’re back.”
She peaks an eye open at me, and I smile like a kid, knowing she has no clue what I’m talking about. Eva loops her hands over my shoulders. I don’t shudder like I once did, and she rewards me by pulling me into her neck. “You’re more comfortable with my touch.”
I kiss her soft skin. “That’s because it’s yours, Eva. It’s the gentlest I’ve ever known.” I kiss her again.
Eva’s fingers dust over my back, following the damaged trenches running from one shoulder blade to the other. “How did you get away from the men who took you?”
Promising to tell her why I disappeared for two weeks, Eva knows some of what happened after I’d left her. I land a quick kiss on her lips.
“Hey, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” I do it again, and she wriggles. “Luke.” She holds my face in her hands. “Please tell me.”
I’d come to terms with the fact my time was finally up. I didn’t say any prayers—no point. They’ve only ever landed on deaf ears. But there aren’t many men whose little brother would do what Adam did. “Adam faked a heart attack. The men who had us panicked and untied him.”
Her sleepy eyes widen. “Then what?”
“You sure you really want to know? Once you hear an ugly truth, there’s no forgetting it.”
Eva hears my hidden warning, but she has no idea how much fouler things get. “I’m sure.”
I sigh. “The fuckers fell for his old party trick.” Eva looks so confused. “He can hold his breath for a stupid amount of time,” I fill her in. “They untied him assuming he was dead. Whilst they were busy working me over,” Eva winces, her fingers gripping me tighter, “Adam got up and got the jump on them. ”
She shakes her head. I see her eyes fill but she doesn’t let her tears fall.
“What are you thinking, Eva?”
“I wish this was one of your jokes.”
I laugh, my hips rocking against hers. “The real joke is that their boss showed up and offered us a way out.”
The wonderous eyes looking up at me turn round with worry. “A way out from what?”
I contemplate lying but think better of it. “I killed a man who didn’t deserve to live, Eva. Or so I thought. Turns out I got the wrong man.”
“That’s a thing in your line of work?” She’s unsure about the word.
When I kiss her, I feel her tension. “It never has been.”
She thinks. “So the man you killed works with the men who took you?”
I lift a brow. She’s spot on. Who knew he was so important? Certainly not me. “You’re good, Little Warrior.” Eva doesn’t smile. I can tell she is worrying about Liam. Whether being with me is going to impact their lives or put them in danger. “Eva.” She fixes her eyes on mine. “He was meant to be collecting money for them.”
“But he’s no longer in a position to.”
Her dry humour makes a broad grin spread on my face. “Exactly. They want me to get it for them.”
“And how will you do that, Luke? How much money are we talking about?”
“Hey.” I cup her cheek and roll my hips, holding her in place. I can feel her beginning to shake. “That’s not for you to worry about. Nothing I have going on in my life is going to impact on yours or Liam’s. I promise you that. With everything I have, I will never let anything hurt the people I care about most.” I won’t tell her I flat out refused to collect the money, moments before we broke out of there. We hid until we figured it was clear, but I have no doubts they’ll be back and try again.
Eva studies my face. Sees my surety. Sees how confident I am that nothing or no one on this earth will ever take away the only thing that’s brought me comfort in this life .
A smile slowly stretches on her face, and her eyes fill once again. “You care about me.” She wraps her arms around my neck, one leg hooking over my hip, then surprises me by managing to get me to my back.
My hands hold her hips as I gaze up at her beauty. She’s wearing her pyjamas; a skimpy top and shorts. I can see her nipples peeking behind the material, and she can definitely feel my satisfaction because she raises one brow and rolls her groin against my hardening cock. “Good morning, Mr Jones.”
I push up, feeling her heat through my shorts. My greedy hands pull the straps of her top down, and I’m blessed with a full-frontal show of the most gorgeous breasts I’ve ever seen. Naturally full and round, I can’t help cupping them both and squeezing her nipples between my fingers.
“Luke.” Eva’s head falls back. Her hips roll against me. When she places her hands flat against my chest, her breasts push together, stealing any slither of hope I had that we could do this after what I have planned. That will have to wait now. There’s no way I’m missing a second more of Eva.
Relinquishing my hold of one of her breasts, I push her shorts to one side, running my fingers through her heat and massaging her clit.
She raises her hips to give me room. “Oh, God.”
Eva’s soaked pussy has my cock weeping. Sleeping next to her with her back to my front was bliss. Tormenting, but bliss, nonetheless. “Take out my cock, Eva.”
She smiles at me, loving my commands as her hands hurriedly work to free me. She begins pumping me with firm strokes.
“You’re desperate. Just like your pretty, wet cunt.” I sink two fingers inside her, her hold on me faltering slightly as her internal walls grip me. I thrust up, my thumb pressing her clit.
She moans, the sound making me quicken my movements.
My need to see her come as she rides me just became frantic. I quickly remove my hand as she looks at me, and I hold her shorts to one side, lining myself up.
Eva looks down at me, knowing my train of thought. “I went on the pill after you left. ”
My heart skips a beat knowing that this is it. The moment I’ve waited for. The moment I’ve never shared with anyone else. Unharnessed and bared with no barriers between me and her.
Taking the lead, Eva slowly lowers herself, the tip of my cock breaching her entrance. “Fuck.” Her eyes snap shut and her lips part. “Luke.”
“You’re tight, Eva. Take your time.” Every inch she takes of me; I lose the ability to breathe. Her pussy is hot. Her walls grip me tight as I stretch her.
The first time we had sex, I thought that was the best thing I’d ever experienced. But nothing comes close to this.
“You feel so good.” Her hands splay on my chest, her bottom lip disappearing under her teeth.
I look down, my hands guiding her hips as she sinks lower onto me. “Fucking hell.” My hands squeeze her skin until the base of my cock is flush with her arse. “Jesus!” I throw my head back to the pillow then begin lifting her slowly. I don’t know how long I’m going to last. “You’re fucking perfect, Eva.”
“Luke.”
I hold her at the tip of my cock before I allow her hips to fall. When she rises again, her walls tighten around me. “Your pussy’s made for me.”
With a groan and her nails digging into my skin, I begin circling her clit with one of my thumbs. The other hand keeps her hips moving in a steady rhythm. Anything more than what we’re doing now, and like the first time, I’m going to come so fucking hard, neither of us will know what’s hit us.
“Luke,” she moans again, and I feel her wanting to move her hips. They beg to roll, and I try to think of anything else, but it’s impossible when the woman above me is Eva.
With a firm hold, I slide her down my shaft, holding her still once she’s full of me.
“Please, Luke.” Stealing a breath, her nails sink into my skin.
She tries to lift, but I hold her still, feeling my cock twitch and her breath expel. “I need to know what you want, Little Warrior.”
She squirms, her hips shifting. “I need to fuck you, Luke. Let me move.”
My balls tighten. My confident girl is showing her true self. When I squeeze one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling the swollen bud and flicking the tip, our eyes lock. There’s no way I can deny the girl of my dreams any longer. “You want to ride my cock, Eva?”
“Yes.” She moves again, and when I let her hip go, I move both hands all over her body. Pinching. Squeezing. Fuck, I’m taking anything I can from every inch of her.
“Fuck me, Eva. Take what you need from me.”
“Kiss me,” she orders, and I move immediately, holding my weight with one hand on the bed as the other grabs her nape and pulls her mouth to mine.
Eva’s head moves, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she lifts her hips. Then she slams herself down, and my world stills.
We’re both breathing heavy. Both holding on to the other like our lives depend on it. A ripple of heat rushes to the tip of my cock, my come begins to leak into her. “Again,” I pant, taking another deep breath before I kiss her deeply.
When she pulls away—her teeth taking my bottom lip with her, she strokes her hand over one side of my face, smiling a beautiful smile before she lifts her hips and sits herself down on me. She does it with such force, both of us lose our breath in one giant rush.
“Fuck, Eva.”
“Luke. I’m going to come.”
Lifting my head from my shoulder, I sink my face into her chest, licking her breast before I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She lifts and smashes down, this time causing me to bite down on her skin, marking the perfect surface. I kiss and lick where I’ve asserted my claim to her, then I look up. “Again,” I breathe heavily. Possessively.
Eva does as I say, lifting and lowering with intensity. “Luke, it’s happening, I’m… I’m… oh, fuck!”
Gripping her hip with my hand that was on her breast, I hold her still as I lift my hips and surge into her. My hips piston, the sound of my thighs slapping hers, turning me on. How we’re fucking is pure. Pure and animalistic, and it’s everything I knew it would be. She lights up my dark, dirty haze of a world, and I promise to be the man I know I really am. The man who can protect this woman. Hold her. Care for her. Provide for her. I can do it all, and I will with everything I’ve fucking got, even if it kills me. She doesn’t know how much I owe her. How much those first few days on the outside world will always be the days I choose to remember the most.
Eva cries out my name. I feel the shudders of my impending orgasm starting to take hold. My balls tighten. My brow begins to perspire, my hips still driving into her with passionate intensity.
She grunts, her back arching, her head falling to between her shoulders. “Fuck, Luke.”
We explode together, our bodies shuddering, our limbs turning weak as each of us tremble and shake through our orgasms. “Jesus, Little Warrior,” I try to say, as Eva crumbles to my chest, her hot, blowing breaths fanning across me.
Her hands stroke across my skin, and I fall back to the bed.
“I love you,” I hear her whisper, before she’s landing soft kisses over the tattoo I had of the two birds. One for her. One for me. Us. Together.
But love?
Before I can overthink what that word used to mean, I grab her, rolling my body on top of hers. I suck her tongue into my mouth, my cock still fully charged and reloaded. I press my hips into her, earning a pleasant moan and a deep, satisfying rumble of pleasure, tumbling from her lips.
“Luke,” she breathes harshly, but I feel her clench around me. Can feel her hips pushing up for more. “Why are you wearing running shorts?”
I flick a look to the clock. “Come on, I need you to get out of bed, Little Warrior.” Our hips are still moving, our mouths still locked in between our words.
“No.” She kisses me. “I’m not getting out of bed if you’re with me like this.” Placing wet kisses on my neck, Eva grips my back, her nails scraping at my skin. She teases with her teeth, threatening to take chunks from me.
“Is my Little Warrior deprived?” I push up, holding myself deep inside her pussy. My arms are straight, my body hovering directly above hers.
She gasps, her eyes travelling over all of me. “I’d enjoy you like this every day if I could.”
I smile, and Eva lifts herself, trying to roll me to get her way again. As much as that thought fills me with immediate happiness, I have other ideas for her today .
She smiles against me, sucking my skin, the feeling of her wanting me as much as I do her, fucking incredible.
“Tough.” I slip out and pull away before she can hold on to me. Grabbing her ankles under the sheets, Eva yelps when I pull her to the edge of the bed, her hair untamed above her head. “Time to get up.” Grabbing yesterday’s boxers, I know that for now, they’ll do for cleaning herself up. I’ll get her in the shower after we’re done, because her body naked, taking my cock the way she just did… I pull up and adjust my shorts, my cock pressing against the fabric of my boxers just thinking about it.
Fuck. It’s uncomfortable.
“Wait, how the hell did you get your own clothes here? And again, why are you wearing running shorts?”
She still hasn’t twigged she’s coming too. Moving to clean my mess from her inner thighs, I confess, “I keep a bag of clothes in the car for emergencies, and because we’re going running, Little Warrior.”
When I grin, Eva spins on the bed, crawling away from me. My delayed reaction enables her to create some distance, but I lunge for her legs, wrestling her back to the edge of the bed. “Oh no you don’t. You’re coming with me.”
“Like hell I am.” Her hands scramble against the messy sheets, her legs kicking wildly.
“Eva, I want to show you something. Come on.”
“No,” she giggles. “I don’t get many lie-ins. Let me have this.”
She laughs when I dig in my fingers, easily manoeuvring her closer. She’s on her hands and knees in front of me, her head against the bed.
My hands still on her body. Her shorts have ridden up, giving me a perfect view of the curve of her hips and the round cheeks of her arse. My mind wanders, and my hands begin clinging to her, my thumbs stroking her skin.
“Or we could stay.” She pushes back, her arse pressing against the swollen beast betraying me in my pants. “Come on, Luke. Just stay in bed with me.”
I can’t help but curl the tips of my fingers into the top of her shorts, slowly dragging them down until I’m staring at her glistening pussy. My come is still evident, her lips slightly swollen and red .
“Fuck, Eva.” I can’t stop myself from stroking her, hearing her arousal as I part her lips and begin circling her clit.
She wriggles free of her shorts and widens her legs for me, giving me room as I press my thumb against the tight ring of her arse, before lowering and pushing inside her heat.
Eva moans grabbing a handful of the sheets underneath her.
“Little Warrior, you’re a fucking temptress.” The need to give her what she wants keeps me going. “You have thirty seconds before we need to get ready.” I pump my thumb in and out, circling my fingers against her clit a little crazed.
Eva starts rocking her hips against me, and like the slave that I am for her, I drop to my knees and begin eating her pussy like I did on her kitchen table.
“Fuck!” She screams so loud; her neighbours might be joining us for our run. “Fuck, Luke.”
I push my tongue into her wet heat, licking and sucking, stroking over her rear entrance for added stimulation. I’m going to claim every part of her one day, but breaking someone into it is essential. My cock may not have been inside another woman, but I know the added stimulation a woman gets when she has something in her arse whilst she climaxes.
Not only that, with Eva, it will be fucking magical watching her bend into a world she doesn’t yet know exists. Thinking about all the things we’re going to experience together, only serves to make me fuck her faster.
Falling against my face, Eva soon begins losing control.
“Ten,” I say, starting my countdown. I really do mean it; she’s distracted me this morning.
“Shit.”
“Nine. Eight. Seven,” I say steadily, teasing her pussy as I ramp up the swirls of my tongue, caressing every exposed inch of her.
“I’m going to… Oh shit.” Eva’s back curls into the downward dog, and I give her a smack.
“Focus, Eva. Six.”
“Harder. ”
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Sweet fuck, she’s going to be so much fun. Smacking her again, I swipe her clit, before I’m flicking her as fast as I can. “Four. Three. Two…”
“One,” she yells, and I watch as her pussy pulses before my eyes, her hips rocking with the rolls of her climax until steadily slowing to a stop.
Standing, I give her one last smack for good measure.
Eva jolts, but the smile she gives me is nothing but satisfaction.
“Now get up.”
She doesn’t move. Doesn’t even open her eyes. “You can’t make me.” Letting her orgasm twice was a mistake. She’ll be even more tired now. Oh well.
“Fine.” Throwing her over my shoulder, she yells, slapping my back as I walk her to her bathroom.
Ten minutes later, we’re outside in the chilly morning air, both of us dressed in running gear. I can tell Eva doesn’t feel comfortable. She looks divine if you ask me.
“This is not part of a sleepover.” She yawns. Hasn’t stopped since she begrudgingly got dressed.
“You’ll love this. Come on. For me?”
“Urgh, you did not just ask me to go for a run, for you. Cheesy bastard.”
“Enough.”
“Why? You going to smack me again?” She crosses her arms whilst I stretch each of my hamstrings.
“If I have to.”
I see her picture it. Being spanked. I’m guessing it isn’t something she knew she liked.
“You’re insane.”
“You might want to stretch.”
“I am stretched,” she snaps, her beautiful face turning down. Eva is clearly not a morning person.
“Right then, my little bag of sunshine, let’s go.” I turn her, then begin slowly jogging away, looking back to watch her take unwanted steps. “You catch me, I’ll piggyback you some of the way.” Her face lights up. “But you’ll have to be quick, Little Wa—”
Her feet pick up, and she begins a steady jog. And we’re off.