Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wyatt
I light a cigarette as I help her into the car. I pick up my phone to check if Pit has called me about the packages, but there's nothing. I walk around to the other side and get in. "Sir," the driver says.
“My house.” Her eyes go wide and she sits up straighter.
“No, Wyatt I want to go to my place.” I ignore her and pull out my phone again.
I have been watching her place for the last five weeks. Four cars that I did not recognize drove up and down her street all hours of the night. One pulled up to her house, went to her door, and knocked but turned and left when she didn’t answer. Taking her back there is not an option.
“My cat’s there, Wyatt.” I laugh.
“Your cat is at our home waiting for you.” She throws her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated.
“And why do you have my cat?”
“Because you will be staying at our home until I say otherwise.” She sneers.
"I am not your prisoner, and we don't have a home together." Slipping my phone into my pocket and clearing my throat. I brace myself for the fight that's about to erupt—one that I fully intend to win .
“I’m also not your wife, this Mrs. Eden shit is going to stop.” She’s adorable when she’s wound up like this.
I turn around and pull her feet onto the seat, being careful of her leg, and she gasps, I turn her body so I can lean over it. I wrap my hand around her throat, and she grabs my wrists. “You’re right Little Dove, you are not my prisoner. But if you think you will leave my side, you are sadly mistaken- you are fucking mine. So, if I have to chain you to our bed and remind you of that, I will. If I have to handcuff you to my wrists, I will.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, then she tries to bite me.
I take her breath away and she stiffens under me. “I bet if I reach down and feel your cunt, it’ll be soaked for me. Am I right, Mrs. Eden?” She bares her teeth to me, and I chuckle.
Her face is turning red, and she is starting to fight me- I grip harder. I trail my free hand down her stomach and reach into her leggings. She tightly closes her eyes, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. Reaching into her panties, I run my fingers softly over her swollen clit, down to her pussy. I was right, my Little Dove is fucking soaked. I stick a finger in her and she arches her back. I pull it out and let go of her throat, she spits and coughs as she tries to breathe again.
I grab her hair and pull it back- she glares at me under her beautiful brown lashes. “Do you see this, Mrs. Eden?” I pull my hand out, “This is how wet you are for me. Your cunt craves me to fuck it.” I rub her wetness on her lips, slide my fingers on her tongue, and she gags.
“If I have to tattoo our last name into your fucking skin for you to finally accept it, I will,” I push them in further and she spits up.
I half expect her to try to bite me again. I saw the look on her face when the doctor called her Mrs. Eden. She was shocked but her thighs pressed together every time someone said it. When Jamie told her I loved her, she started squirming under my touch. But everyone there is accustomed to using the man’s last name when someone like me brings in their girl. It’s a respect thing, something she will either accept or be forced on her. I do hope she takes the latter. I would love nothing more than to brand her with my name.
I remove my hand and she turns to the side and coughs. She catches her breath and then turns to glare at me. Brown eyes lock with mine and then she looks away- pissed. It doesn’t matter, either way, I will win the fight.
“My pussy may want you, Mr. Eden. But it doesn’t control my mind as your dick controls yours.” The way she says Mr. Eden has my cock twitching.
I knew from the first time in the shower, she would constantly test me. I will gladly remind her exactly who the fuck I am, as many times as it takes. Trailing my fingers over her stomach, I slip them inside her leggings and panties. She tries to seem unphased, but when my fingers slide through her wet pussy- she arches her back. I grip her chin and force her to look at me, as I slide two more fingers into her. “You may act tough,” she pulls her lip between her teeth, “but I know your weakness.” I begin to fuck her, and she grips my arms.
“And what’s that?” she says between breaths.
“Me.” Running my nose over hers, I place a soft kiss on her lips.
All the defiance is gone, and she looks at me with pure need. Her breathing comes in small pants, she’s trying to fight it, but I’ll win- I always do. I curve my finger up and she moans so loud the driver chuckles. “Do you want to come, Little Dove?”
“Y… yes.” She grips my shirt and tries to pull me, but I don’t allow her to.
I want to watch her beg me, “What’s your name. ”
I hit the spot again and she arches her back. “Wyatt, please.”
I take my free hand and grab her throat and she moans again. “Name, what is it?” I whisper, turning her head to the side- and kissing below her ear. The noise that escapes her has my fucking body igniting with need. I’m fucking her so hard that her head is hitting the door- not that she seems to give a shit right now. I take my fingers out and her body sags. “P… Please let me come.”
She’s so damn stubborn, I rub my fingers along her clit and her legs shake around me. I slip one in and take it out and then slip three in and begin to fuck her again. I take my thumb and rub it over her clit and she cries out.
“What is it?” asking again, the look she gives me is filled with so much admiration- I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it.
I hit that spot that makes her weak, and her legs begin to shake- she’s close. I slow down and she almost screams. “Mrs. Eden,” the driver tries to cover his laugh.
“Such a good girl.” She whimpers and I let her finish. She squirts all over my fucking hand and seat. Flashes of her pussy milking my cock makes me groan.
Her eyes are closed when I take my fingers out of her cunt. I bring them to her lips, “Clean them.”
She opens her mouth, eyes still closed, breathing steadily through her nose. Sweat glistens on her chest and forehead. I feel her lips wrap around my fingers, her tongue trailing along them, sucking them clean. Her eyes open, locking onto mine as she moans and sucks harder. "Do you still want to tell me how your cunt doesn't control your brain?" I tease, watching her narrow her big brown eyes in defiance, and I can't help but chuckle .
I pull my fingers from her mouth. I brush my knuckles over her cheek and she leans into it. My girl is horny and fuck, if I’m not too.
My phone rings and I sit up pulling her with me. She squirms in her wet leggings. “Stuart?”
“Wyatt, how’s Blair?” he asks.
“I’m taking her home now. I’ll be at the office tomorrow.” I look at her and she’s watching me.
“Good. Good. We have a problem,” I sigh.
She takes the opportunity to slip her hand inside my sweatpants and I hiss. I grab her wrist and twist it, but she grabs hold of my cock. Blair looks at me and gives me a sexy, satisfied, grin. Bringing her hand to her face she holds her free finger to her lips, as she rubs her thumb over the tip- smearing precum all over the top. Clenching my jaw so tightly it pops, I try to pry her hand off my dick, but she moans softly. Her hungry gaze is mesmerizing, making it impossible to concentrate on what Pit is saying.
“Went to collect our dues and two of them said they had someone come to collect already. Of course, I made them rethink their statement and pay me. I have another lead about who may be behind this and you’re not going to like it.” I run my hands through my hair.
She let's go for a split second and I yank her hand free. But she surprises me when she pulls my sweatpants out of the way and my cock springs free. I take a deep breath, as she licks her lips. She flutters her eyes innocently at me. Shaking my head no, but that seems to give her a challenge- one I don’t know if I can win at the moment. I don’t like losing. Pits rambling in my ear about Darius and Cam. Blair’s looking at me like she wants to fucking eat me, and the driver has not looked back here once. We hit a bump in the road and my grip loosens on her wrist and she pulls it free. Taking that moment to wrap her lips around my cock and I buck my hips. I grab her hair and try to pull her off but she’s fighting me. Inhaling deeply to try to regain control of this situation- her head starts to bob.
“Talk to me about it tomorrow, I have eager ears listening in,” I growl between gritted teeth.
“Give Blair my best.” He hangs up the phone.
“Blair.” Tangling my hands in her hair more and pull her off with a pop.
She’s breathing heavily and god damn her eyes are begging me to fuck her. She grabs my shirt and pulls me down on her, a smile tugs on my lips. My cock is wet, and still sticking out of my sweatpants. Leaning her hips up until she feels me, she grinds her hips into mine.
“Please?” she begs.
If I could fuck her in the car without hurting her I would. She is mush in my hands right now, and I am sure she would love it. But I can’t, she’s still healing and there is another man in the car- not that she seems to mind.
“Blair.” Her big brown eyes look up at me.
She sighs and lets go of my shirt, “Fine.” She sounds hurt.
I can’t fuck her right now, but I can still show her that I want her. I take her hand and put it on my hard cock. “Do you feel that baby?” Her eyes turn hungry again and she nods- biting her lip.
“This is proof of how much I would love nothing more than to fuck your tight little pussy. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s the fact we are in a car, and I could hurt you.” The driver answers a call and her head whips in his direction.
She lets go instantly. I move her hair off her shoulder and kiss it. Turning her head back she captures my lips in a passionate kiss that takes my damn breath away. “Sorry,” she whispers .
I peck her lips one more time. Leaning back, I pull her with me so she can sit up. Her eyes shoot to my cock, I tuck it back into my pants and she sighs.
I pull her close to me and she lays her head on my chest- while I gently rub her arm. My mind goes back to my conversation with Pit. Who the fuck could be sharking on our fucking turf? We have owned these streets for over a decade. Kade mentioned another shipment missing. How are they getting to our shit before it gets to the boat? Pit runs a tight schedule with trusted men, but what if there are more like Cameron?
She hasn’t taken her eyes off me since I put my cock back into my pants. Curiosity is eating at her- she takes a deep breath. She leans up and plays with a piece of her hair, “Who was that?” she almost whispers.
“Stuart, my boss,” I glance over at her and she nods slowly- twirling her hair between her fingers.
“And what exactly do you do?” I turn and smile at her.
“Are you sure you want to know that answer?” tilting my head she swallows hard.
“Well,” she starts, clears her throat, and sits up straighter.
“If I’m going to be referred to as Mrs. Wyatt Eden, then I deserve to know what it is you do.” My cock presses against my pants when she uses the name.
“You’re not ready for that, Blair,” I state, and she folds her arms.
“Wyatt, I want to know.” She reaches out and places her hand on my thigh- extremely close to my cock.
“Another time,” dismissing this conversation, she growls.
She digs her nails into my thigh, and I am sure she expects me to flinch, when I don’t- she narrows her eyes.
“Tell me, now,” she demands, and I chuckle .
“You’re adorable when you try to threaten me. Like a little feisty cat.” Her face contorts into anger, and I grin.
“What, are you into smuggling drugs or something?” The driver chokes on his drink, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I knew she was smart, but I didn’t think she would piece this together for a while.
“Oh. My. God. You do, don’t you?” She moves away from me.
I remain silent as her brain works to piece the rest of this together. “I overheard Kage on the phone, saying something about packages going missing. Did you sell drugs to the wrong guy or something? And… oh my god, is he after me because you sold him bad drugs?” She starts panicking and I know I need to intervene now.
I turn on the seat, to face her, and reach for her and she moves back. She must see the warning in my eyes because she slowly moves to me. I hold my hand out and she hesitantly takes it, and I pull her to me. Gripping her chin, I force her to look at me. “Yes, some of us dabble in the drugs. But some of us, like Kade and I, go around to the shops in town and gather… their taxes for being here. When they don’t pay, they send me in.” I don’t finish, assuming she will understand all the same.
She’s silent for a minute, searching my eyes to see if I’m lying. She bites the corner of her mouth and nods slowly. “You extort money from hard-working people in our town.” She runs a hand down her face and exhales loudly. “In exchange for what? Huh, Wyatt? Your protection?” I take my thumb and pry her lip from her teeth.
“By ‘send you in’, I’m assuming you take care of the ones that don’t pay up? You hurt innocent people?” She looks disgusted, and that just won’t do .
“It protects them from people just going in and robbing them. And no, it’s not extorting anyone. When we are the ones who lent them the money to open their shops, clubs, and stores. I simply go in to make sure they pay what is owed to us. And yes, Little Dove, if they don’t pay, I hurt them.” She thinks about that for a moment before sighing and leaning back into me.
“And as far as selling bad drugs to someone, no. Our drugs are pure and not laced with toxic shit to eat away at your brain. Before you can ask, no I don’t do them. But someone is after you, and I don’t know why.”
“Ok, Mr. Eden. I believe you.” I smirk and kiss her head and she snuggles into my side.
We pull up to the house I bought while she was in the hospital. I have no intention of letting her go back to her place with those cars watching it. It's exactly what she likes, with a few modifications. My security company installs over one hundred cameras and security systems on the property.
I picked this house because it is in the middle of fucking nowhere and it looks creepy as fuck which is exactly what she likes. It’s a two-story old Victorian house with a wraparound porch. I remodeled it to resemble her house. The back of the house has floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the woods. The outside is dark green, and the inside is red and black. It’s an open floor plan and exactly what I was looking for. I want to be able to see her in every room no matter where I am. I have cameras placed all over the house, so I can watch her when I’m away. Bulletproof windows, a lockdown system, and a basement to use for my pleasure. Kade and a few guys brought over almost all of her things from her house- so she can feel more at home .
Pulling her over my lap, she gasps. "Blair, put your hand out the window.” She’s looking around like this is some kind of trick.
“Now, Blair.” She takes a deep breath and reaches for the window.
The driver pulls up to the scanner and I turn to help her. “This is how you gain access to our home. The rooms in the house are all programmed to open for only you and me.” What I won't tell her is that I have the override code, so if she tries some shit, she can’t leave even with her fingerprint.
“Place your thumb here.” I point at the scanner, and she does.
The scanner takes a few seconds to confirm it’s her. The gates open. “Welcome home, Mrs. Eden,” I whisper.