Chapter 11 Bit
BIT
“What were you able to find?” I asked when Zin, one of the caballeros as well as an attorney, picked up.
“I was about to send you a message. I wasn’t able to locate proof that a record of an Intent to Cure was served on the Warwick property. In fact, there’s no indication one was filed.”
“How much time will filing one buy?”
“Fifteen days minimum. Here’s the thing, Bit. I’d have to get in front of a judge in order to force the bank to do it.”
“Can you make that happen today?”
“I’m working on it. Is there anything you can tell me that would compel a justice to issue the order?”
“Eberly’s signature was forged on the loan documents. While there is a notary stamp, the page with his or her signature is missing.”
“What about a number?”
I held out my hand, and Eberly removed the loan papers from the envelope and gave them to me. I flipped to the last page. “I didn’t notice this before, but comm number is smudged.”
“There should be a name printed on the stamp.”
“There isn’t.”
“That’ll do it. Along with the request for Intent to Cure, I’ll also see if I can file for an emergency injunction.”
“Thanks, Zin.” I noticed Eberly’s eyes open wide and held the phone away from my ear so she could hear the rest of what he was saying.
“You got it, Bit. By the way, you do know that Eberly is my cousin.”
“Actually, I wasn’t aware.”
“His dad and my mom were siblings,” she said when I glanced over at her.
“It would be a good idea to bring my father in on this. He’ll know some of the history I don’t,” Zin suggested.
“I’d like that,” Eberly whispered.
“Sounds good,” I told him before the call ended. “So I guess you heard most of that,” I said to Eberly.
“I did, and while I’ve never heard of an Intent to Cure, if it will buy me fifteen days, that’s what matters.”
“I had no idea you and Zin were related.”
“To be honest, I know his dad better than I do him. He’s my godfather. Uncle Michael is also the trustee for the money my mother left me.”
I made a mental note to call my uncle, Tryst. He, Michael Oliver, and Malcolm Warwick were active members of Los Caballeros at the same time my dad was. It would be interesting to hear his take on Eberly’s father’s actions.
For now, though, my little dove needed my undivided attention.
While I hadn’t set ground rules with her in the way I would’ve in another relationship like the one I intended she and I have, I needed to.
I couldn’t punish her now when I hadn’t made my expectations—and the subsequent consequences—clear.
“Let’s go home. There are a few things I need to take care of.”
Her eyes darted between mine. “Home?”
“For the foreseeable future, until we can make sure your house and the grounds are more secure, that means the cottage. Are you good with that?”
I saw the glimmer of a smile, which she quickly masked. “That depends on what things you need to take care of.”
“I misspoke. Not a thing, little dove. You.”
“Then, yes, I’d like to go home.”
Once in my truck, I buckled Eberly in, then rested my right hand on her thigh. “I like you better in dresses.” I walked my fingers up closer to her core, then cupped her mound. “And no panties.”
“The weather’s kind of chilly for that.”
“Move your hair out of my way.” I leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. “What I have planned will keep you warm.”
Eberly shuddered.
“First, though, there’s the matter of you taking off on me and not stopping when I told you to.”
Her eyes opened wide. “But…”
“Say it.”
“I was angry.”
“Is that an excuse to treat me disrespectfully? Was I disrespectful to you?”
“No.”
“Would you agree there should be consequences for your behavior?”
“Um, I guess so.”
“How about this? If you do what I ask between here and the cottage, I’ll let the earlier behavior go.”
She studied me. “Okay.”
I put the truck in gear, backed out of the bank’s parking lot, and got on the road. “Unfasten your jeans.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
Her hands shook as she released the button and lowered the zipper.
“Move them and your panties down to your knees.”
She hesitated, but then lifted her bottom.
“I didn’t hear your response.”
Her head jerked in my direction. “Yes, sir?”
“That’s better.”
When she did as I asked, I could immediately smell her arousal. I caught her wrist and brought her hand to my lips, capturing her index and middle finger in my mouth. “Now, touch yourself,” I said, releasing her arm. “Eberly?” I added when she didn’t respond.
“Yes, sir.”
We were at a stoplight, but with as high as my truck was lifted, anyone other than a semi driver wouldn’t be able to see when she eased both digits between her folds.
I grabbed her wrist a second time and brought her fingers to my mouth again.
When the light changed, I released her hand. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Her eyes were hooded and her nipples rock hard when she stuck those fingers between her legs.
I was about to pull through the gates of Los Caballeros and said, “If you make yourself come by the time we reach the cottage, we’ll forget about your earlier disrespectful behavior.”
“But…”
“Say it, Eberly.”
“I want you, sir. I need you.”
I stopped short of my usual parking spot and took the truck out of gear. “Make yourself come now, and you’ll have me.” My eyes bored into hers. “Do it.”
She grabbed my arm with her free hand, and her fingernails dug into my flesh. With my opposite hand, I caught her nipple between two fingers and squeezed.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, and her breath caught.
“That’s it. Give it to me, little dove.”
She held tight as the orgasm rocked her body. When her breathing evened out, I put the truck in gear and drove the short distance to the cottage.
“You can pull them up but do not fasten your jeans. As soon as we’re inside, I want you to strip out of your clothes and wait for me in the living room.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was deep and breathy. In the next couple of hours, I planned to make her scream my name in pleasure so many times that she wouldn’t be able to even talk tomorrow.
I was about to follow her into the house when my phone rang. When I saw it was Zin, I accepted the call.
“I’ll be in front of the judge at three this afternoon,” he began.
“My prediction is I’ll be successful in getting the Intent to Cure, which means Eberly or her father will still have to bring the loan current; it’ll just give them more time.
If we’re able to get an injunction, it will mean there’ll be time to prove the loan was approved fraudulently.
Which is a whole other can of worms. I need to know how Eberly wants to proceed if it comes to that, given it’s her father who defrauded her. ”
“Understood.”
“To be clear, though, an injunction, or even her dad being prosecuted, doesn’t mean either of them will be off the hook for the money. The bank isn’t going to let two million dollars go without a fight—unless, of course, they were a party to the fraud.”
“What do you need from Eberly and me?”
“First, I need her to hire me so I can prove I’m the attorney of record. Second, the judge may want to hear from her. Best if you meet my dad and me at my office no later than two. Half past one would be better if you can make it happen.”
I checked the time. While it gave us close to two hours, it was nowhere near enough for what I had planned.
“Understood, and we’ll be there.”
The call ended, and I went inside to find a naked Eberly waiting for me. Good God, I wanted to sink my cock into her pussy, but it would have to wait. There was no way I’d rush her giving me the precious gift of her virginity.
I walked over to her on the sofa, spread my legs, then pulled her between them. “Get on your knees for me, little dove.”
I held out my hands, and she took them to steady herself. Once she was in front of me, I tightened my grip.
“When you were on your way inside, I received a call from Zin. He was able to schedule time in front of a judge this afternoon. Also, his father will be joining us. That’s if you want me to go with you.”
Eberly squeezed my hands. “Of course I do.”
“What this means is we’ll need to put our plans for the afternoon on hold.”
“Oh.”
“However, since you were such a good girl for me on our way home, I think you deserve a reward.”
She caught her lip in an effort not to smile, but I saw it anyway.
“Come on, on your feet. I’m hungry.”
“That’s my reward? You’re going to feed me?”
I raised a brow.
“Sir?”
“I didn’t say anything about you eating.”
“Should I get dressed, s-s-sir?”
“No.” I held her hand and led her into the kitchen and over to the island. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her so her bottom rested on it. “Lie back for me.” I eased her down on the cold granite, then spread her legs.
“I’m, um…” she stammered.
I put my hands on the top of her thighs. “Go ahead. You’re what?”
“Uncomfortable.”
I grinned. “Would a pillow help?”
Eberly shook her head. “That isn’t what I mean.”
“Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat? But I’m starving.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”
My brow furrowed. “There will come a time when you will not get away with all you have, Eberly. But until we’ve had a chance to talk about my expectations, I’ll let things like you rolling your eyes at me go. I’m also asking you to trust that, right now, I know what you need.”
“Okay.”
I raised a brow. “You’re pushing it, little dove.”
“Yes, sir.”
When I spread her pussy, leaned down, and blew on her clit, Eberly’s spine arched.
When I licked through her folds, she whimpered, and when I used my tongue and fingers, she screamed my name before her essence flooded my mouth.
I made her come twice more, then gathered her in my arms, carried her into the bedroom, and held her close to me.