Chapter Sixteen
T hey arrived the next day at Blackmeadow, and Evren was more than ready to say goodbye to the damn trip. His ass was numb after driving for three days. Perhaps they should’ve flown and damn the consequences of Scias finding them. Maybe he would’ve gotten a chance to kill the bastard.
Lowen gasped as she got the first glimpse of the house, and he didn’t blame her.
In the twilight, everything gleamed. When Jeremiah first purchased the land, his plan was to have an escape.
A permanent home in case everything went south.
The house had been on the property, but desperately needed to be updated and modernized.
When the work was finally completed, the house had been turned into a six-bedroom, four-bathroom mansion.
The two-story house had an A-frame design, with tall windows that displayed the beautiful forest, and a glimpse of Lake Ontario in the distance. The rest of the house extended from there, with stone pillars holding up a deck on either side. The entire place maximized the grandeur of the scenery.
“Wow,” she breathed, obviously entranced.
“Home sweet home,” he announced.
“I was picturing a rustic cabin,” she said. “Not the Taj Mahal.”
They exited the SUV and he watched as Lowen took a few steps away, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. The tension in her shoulders eased, and peace fell over her face. She was a beautiful woman but when the stress and fear drained away, she was breathtaking.
“We can go for a hike tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s get comfortable inside.”
She nodded and headed over to grab her duffle bag. There was also a box of various things they would need for the night, holding them over until tomorrow. He planned to take them into the small town about thirty miles away to gather anything else they’d need.
Once inside, he turned on the lights and noticed Lowen looked a little shocked. He had to admit, the house was amazing.
“When I was a kid, I never dreamed I’d have a home like this,” he said. “I don’t know who my sperm doner was. Neither did my mom. She tried, you know, to be a good mother. But it was easier to fall into the black pit of a heroin high to escape reality, than deal with a kid.”
“I think the best she could do was enough.” Lowen slipped her hand into his. “You’re an amazing man.”
He bent and kissed her quickly on the lips. “Come on, let’s air this place out.”
He led her upstairs and placed their luggage in the master bedroom. Fresh linens had been placed on the bed, and the en-suite bathroom had clean towels. Lavender scented the air. It didn’t take them long to put their belongings away in the walk-in closet.
The kitchen had every modern appliance known to man. A large island sat four comfortably, with a dinette resting off to the side. Though an archway was the dining room, total waste of space in his opinion. Hosting dinner parties would never, ever happen.
“We can head into town tomorrow and get groceries.”
“Okay,” she said. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He pulled her into his arms and held her against him. “You’re safe here.”
“I know, but I was thanking you for the trip. I can’t believe how beautiful everything is.”
“Wait until we go to Europe,” he said, smiling.
She blinked. “We’re going to Europe?”
“Someday,” he said with a wink. “I got some snacks and wine in the SUV. How about I start the fireplace on the deck and we sit out there, eat, drink, and relax from the long drive?”
“Okay.”
He gave her a lingering kiss, savoring the feel and taste of her in his arms. Never did he think he’d find a woman who called to him on a visceral level, but he couldn’t deny the emotions she commanded from him.
Staring into her eyes, he finally had to admit there was something deep building between them, and it was getting harder and harder to deny it.
Was it love? Maybe, although he hated to toss out that word when they only shared a handful of hours together. Still, it rattled around in his head.
“Jeremiah has a caretaker come once a month, when we’re not here. He came yesterday to clean and air the cabin out. He also turned on the hot tub. My ass will definitely appreciate that.”
“I don’t have a swimsuit,” she said.
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll go commando.”
Her eyes widened. “Neighbors won’t see us?”
“What neighbors? The property is five acres. We’re alone here.”
“Okay, but I’m not watching any scary movie involving cabins.”
“Deal,” he chuckled.
He watched her hurry up the stairs, his gaze firmly locked on her jean-clad ass. One day soon he was going to fuck it and have her screaming in pleasure.
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L owen undressed and grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. Her reflection caught her attention and she stopped when she saw her own smile. She never smiled in her other life, but she liked how happy she looked.
On the back deck, she saw that Evren was already in the bubbling hot water.
When she stepped outside, he smiled at her and lifted his hand out to her.
She dropped the towel, and heat flared in his eyes as he perused her up and down.
Taking hold of his hand, she carefully entered the hot tub and sidled over to him.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, cupping her face.
“So are you.”
“Gorgeous?”
“Unbelievably.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “I would be honored if I could call you my woman.”
“ Your woman?” she asked. “You sound like a caveman.”
“By the way your pupils dilated, I think you like me being a caveman.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Maybe.”
Tugging on her hand, he grabbed her leg and swung it over his lap so she sat astride him.
The water swirled around the tops of her breasts, playing peak-a-boo with her nipples.
He bent his head and sucked one turgid point into his mouth, lavishing the bud with his tongue.
Sucking hard, giving her a bit of discomfort to make the desire swirl through her body.
She ground her pussy down onto his cock, all the blood rushing south as he hungered for a taste.
With his dick hard enough to drive nails, he used his thumb to caress her clit.
She arched her body, pushing more of her plump breasts against him.
“God, baby, you are so beautiful,” he murmured.
“Please,” she begged, her breath coming in little gasps.
“Please ... what?” He pushed a finger into her snug channel. “Use your words.”
Never did she think she’d beg for sex. “Please fuck me.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
A second finger joined the first, stretching her out.
When she undulated against his hand, he withdrew it and held onto his cock, guiding her down and impaling her with one thrust. Their lovemaking was fast and frenzied.
She rode him like she’d been doing it for years, chasing her release.
He watched her, fascinated by the flush in her cheeks and the lust in her eyes.
Grabbing her hips, he sped her up, fucking faster. Harder. Deeper.
His orgasm rested just below the surface, and he tried to hold on, but he consumed her scent.
Her touch. How she felt in his arms. There was no stopping the crest, and as he fell, he bit her nipple.
With a scream, she convulsed, and her pussy clamped down on his dick, making it almost impossible for him to move.
His climax consumed him, burning him alive.
If he died right then, he’d die a happy man.