CHAPTER 24
Eve
Heavy knocking on the cabin door that night came and went. Grandpa didn’t come home and I had the cabin to myself but all I wanted to do was curl up and watch TV. I ignored the knocking and settled deeper into the couch. All the lights were off and the low glow of the TV felt comforting. I was wrapped in a quilt and watching an old western. Grandpa didn’t exactly have a lot of channel options. I was wondering what the hell John Wayne’s character was thinking as he grabbed a woman and bent her over to spank her when the knocking happened again, only louder.
Frustrated at the guys, at myself, at Mark, and maybe at John Wayne, I got up, still wrapped in the quilt, and shuffled over to the door. Unlocking and pulling it open just enough to see out, I frowned up at Aiden. “I’m trying to watch a very good Western movie right now, Aiden.”
He looked me over, his eyes landing on my unbandaged hand, and swore before pushing his way in. I tried to argue but he just wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, quilt and all. “Did you do anything with your hand?”
I sighed as he carried me around. I felt like a little kid. “Aiden, put me down.”
“I’m tempted to pin you down until I get this hand taken care of.” He sounded pissed off and it pissed me off that he might be pissed off.
“Try it and see what happens.” Maybe I’d watched too many Westerns.
He made a quick stop in the bathroom, grabbing the first-aid kit they’d restocked while looking after Grandpa, and then carried me into my room. He dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me. “Give me your hand.”
I was tangled in my quilt and he was kneeling on top of me, pinning the quilt to the bed, but I still fought to get free. I twisted and bucked my hips as much as I could. I struggled, fueled by a sadness and anger that wasn’t necessarily Aiden’s fault, but he hadn’t helped anything. I wanted to punish him in that moment for hurting my feelings earlier in the day. I didn’t get far before Aiden grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the bed over my head.
Breathing hard from my fight, I glared up at him. “Let me go.”
Aiden wasn’t out of breath at all. He bent forward until his face was directly over mine. “No.”
I scowled up at him. “I mean it, Aiden.”
“I don’t care. You didn’t take care of your hand and now I’m not giving you a choice. You can fight and scream all you want. I’m wrapping your hand.” He shifted his grip to hold both my wrists with just one hand and reached over to grab a pair of my panties from where I’d tossed my clean clothes on the bed straight from the dryer. “This is your fault. If you would just let me take care of you, I wouldn’t have to do this.”
I twisted my head and watched as he expertly wrapped the panties around one of my wrists and then anchored my good hand to the bed. I tugged at the tie that had been my panties and growled when I couldn’t budge. “How did you do that?”
He grabbed my other wrist and pulled my hand into his lap after sitting back. “Be nice and maybe I’ll tell you.”
That instantly made me struggle against him again. “Let go of me, Aiden! You can’t just come in here and tie me to my bed!”
He wrangled the first aid kit with one hand. “You’re lucky it’s me that got in here. If Tate had seen your hand and realized you hadn’t done a thing to care for it, he would’ve bent you over and spanked you like that movie you were watching.”
I gasped. “That’s a lie.”
“Hold still while I clean this.” Aiden sighed when I didn’t listen. “Maybe I’ll let him in here when I’m done. I think you might need a spanking.”
I cried out when he wiped something over my palm. Cringing away from him, I yanked my hand free while he was frozen watching me, and tried to ball my hand up to hit him but the pain was immediate. I pressed my head into the bed and held my hand out to him. “Just fix it!”
He worked swiftly and silently while I let him and whatever he did eased the pain to a dull throb. Then, while I was silently rejoicing in the pain lessening, he expertly tied that wrist to the bed, too. When I gasped and glared at him, he smirked. “You wanted to hit me.”
I tugged at my restraints. “You hurt me!”
“You’re feisty when your feelings are hurt.”
“My feelings aren’t hurt! Why would you even say that?” I scoffed. “You weren’t this annoying yesterday.”
“Yesterday, when my dick was buried in your ass?” His smirk grew as my face burned red. “Or maybe you meant yesterday, when my tongue was buried in your ass? Or maybe you meant the part of the night when you were happily choking on my dick?”
I went still under him as my body erupted in goosebumps. My core clenched and I bit my lip as a wave of desire slammed into me. He was pissing me off and embarrassing me but my body was reacting to his words with abandon.
“That shut you up.” Aiden leaned over until his mouth was just inches above mine. He searched my eyes as he spoke. “If I gave you the impression I wouldn’t give a shit if you fucked off back to your ex this afternoon, I’m sorry. If he showed up here for you, I’d kick his ass. I don’t care if he’s who you want. You gave yourself to us and that means something. As long as we’re here, you’re ours.”
It was what I needed to hear. Even if it wasn’t true, even if we never meant anything to each other, I needed to hear his words. I lifted my mouth to his and he took the movement as the offering it was. He slammed his mouth down on mine and kissed me with a mix of anger and desire that lit me on fire. He stroked his tongue over mine and bit down on my lip before kissing and biting across my jaw and down my throat.
“Say that you’re mine, Eve.” He yanked the quilt off me and cupped my breasts through the thin t-shirt I wore. Dropping his mouth to suck my nipples through my shirt, he growled when I gasped and cried out his name. “Say it.”
I tugged helplessly at my ties and planted my feet on the bed so I could rock my hips up at him. “No.”
He sucked harder at my nipple and reached between our bodies to cup my sex. Squeezing, he moved his mouth back up my throat and stilled next to my ear. “Say it, Eve. Be a good girl and tell me what I need to hear. Say it or I’m going to untie you and go home.”
I panted and struggled as my brain twisted itself in knots. I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want to tell him I was his. I didn’t know what to do. Until I felt him start to lift his body from mine. I locked my legs around his back and glared up at him. “I’m yours!”
He grinned. “Fuck yeah, you are.”
He shoved my shirt up around my throat and went back to my nipples. He sucked and bit until I begged him for more. Only when I’d begged him over and over again did he lift his hips long enough to pull his cock out and yank my shorts and underwear to the side. When he sank his full length into me, I felt the rough denim of his pants bite into my inner thighs and a deep pleasure that made my toes curl.
“Yes! Aiden!” I wanted to grab him but all I could do was lie there and take him.
He gripped my thighs and held them tight as he fucked me. He drove into me like he’d die if he didn’t. His eyes bore into mine as he took me hard. “Say it again, Evie.”
I tipped my head back and moaned through my teeth. “I’m yours!”
“Again!” My bed slammed into the wall behind it and creaked like it would collapse at any minute. He pumped into me harder and faster, gritting his teeth as he stared down at me. “Louder, Evie!”
“Yours!” I screamed as an orgasm exploded through me, tearing me to pieces and setting me ablaze. Pleasure pulsed through me in waves and left me breathless. I felt Aiden coming inside me and felt him locking his arms around me before collapsing on top of me. He anchored me to the bed as I came apart, his weight and warmth never letting me forget who was there with me.
Aiden reached up after a few minutes and untied my good hand. Lifting his head to look it over, he glanced at me and his lips lifted in a tired smile. “I’m sleeping here.”
His high-handedness should’ve annoyed me but I felt too good to fight him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and stroked his back. “I don’t care.”
“You’re mine, Eve.” He pressed his mouth to my shoulder and sighed. “Evie.”
Hearing him whisper the softer version of my name sent a shiver through me. I liked it. Too much. However, that was a problem for a different day.