CHAPTER 7
Adam
M y mind races with the new plan. I want her. I have her. I will keep her. She's mine.
Walking into Eden House, we are immediately confronted by Cal and Cotton. My brothers. They both smile wickedly when they see me.
"And just where in the hell have you been?" Cal asks.
Their smiles drop when I pull Eve out from behind me. They look stunned when they see her and just like choreographed mimes, they cock their heads to the same side as they take in our linked hands.
Cotton is the first to find his words. "Uhh Cap, are you holding her hand?"
"Did you lose a bet? Blink once if you're being blackmailed. Blink twice if you're being held hostage." Cal is incapable of being serious.
I clear my throat. "Gentlemen, this is Eve.
Eve, this is Cal and this is Cotton." I gesture to each of them as I say their name.
Cal and Cotton look back at me, studying my face for any hint that I'm fucking with them.
I stare back. Cotton reaches out his hand for Eve to shake.
Eve stretches her free hand across the space before I grab it and pull it to my mouth.
As I kiss the back of her hand, I inform the two men, "No touching.
" Their jaws hit the floor and their eyes bulge from their sockets.
"Cotton, call your dad and see what the temperature in hell is. It's definitely frozen over."
I pull Eve behind me and take her to my bedroom.
Inside, I turn to Eve and look her over.
Something is different. Reaching down and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I brush my finger down her neck because I just can't stop touching her.
I want to hear her breathing, feel her heartbeat.
.. her heartbeat. It's fast, way too fast. Her face is calm, indifferent.
It occurs to me now that she hasn't said a word since we walked through the door.
If I'm not mistaken, she was using my body to shield herself from the view of Cotton and Cal. Why? Is she scared?
"What's wrong?" I say it more accusingly than empathetic, but I don't possess empathy and I'm angry that she thinks there is anything to fear when she's with me.
Well, anything apart from me, that is. She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head as if to say 'nothing'.
It's not nothing, but I have decided not to press the issue right now.
I still want to give her a sense of security and calm. I want her compliant. I have plans.
Pulling her to me, I kiss her using my thumb to press firmly into her jaw, forcing her mouth to open to me.
It does. I invade her mouth and dominate her tongue with my own.
Biting her lips, I suck until I feel her melt into me just as she did before.
I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around me, and I slam her into the wall grinding my hard cock against her jean clad core.
She's panting and grinding back into me.
Her hands are in my hair, and I grip the top of her jeans and pull her harder into me.
My dick is throbbing, weeping to be inside her.
Anywhere inside her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.
He doesn't care. I grip her ass in both hands again and move her to the bed.
She's beneath me. Still panting. Writhing against me.
She's so responsive to my every touch. Little sounds escape her lips.
Gasps and moans that take my cock to new levels of stiffness.
I lift her shirt and kiss her stomach, licking along her firm abdomen up to her ribcage.
In one swift movement, I remove her shirt over her head.
"Oh" escapes her lips as I suck her nipples into my mouth over the top of her thin bra. She moans, loudly. Her nipples are sensitive and are definitely an erogenous zone for her. Committing that to memory.
"I love these tits." I could suck on them forever.
I pull the fabric of her bra down and suck on them in earnest. She.
Loses. Her Mind. Her back comes all the way off the bed, so I pin her back down using my forearm across her chest. Pulling the bra fabric down off the other breast, I give it my full attention, sucking, pulling, and licking while I pinch and tease the other nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
Her legs are gripping me like a vice. I put both hands on her tits and kiss my way back down her stomach to the top of her jeans, where I begin unbuttoning and pulling them down her hips.
"Wait, shit. Stop." She pants out.
I stop pulling down her jeans and press a soft kiss to her panties just over that sweet virgin pussy. She gasps again and lets out a breathless "Oh my God."
"My name is Adam. Use it."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I met you yesterday, for fuck's sake. I didn't even know you play football until an hour ago. I need to slow down and think."
I raise up until my face is directly over hers.
"If you want to postpone the inevitable, that's fine.
We can do that. I just need you to know that I will fuck you.
" I grasp her pussy firmly in my hand. "This is already mine.
" Her lips part and she pushes into my hand.
I smile down at her. "I will own every last perfect inch of you.
I will taste you. I will cum down your throat, and you will want more. "
She looks at me with wild eyes that are full of lust, fear, and anticipation. Right now, she isn't hiding behind practiced indifference. Right now, she is just Eve. My Eve.
"Do you understand?"
She nods jerkily.
"Say it. Tell me that you understand what's happening here."
"I...I don't. I have no idea what's happening here, but I understand about the rest of it."
"The rest of what?"
She closes her eyes, struggling with the words. "I understand the owning me part."
"Good girl. Such a good girl." I praise her bravery. It's clearly difficult for her to express herself. She will get over that. I'll see to it.
I sit up and lean back onto my heels, grabbing the top of her jeans and sliding them back up her hips. I button and zip them before putting her shirt back on. Leaning down, I place a soft, chaste kiss on her lips before getting up and going into the bathroom to shower.
Eve follows me inside. "Can I grab a drink from the faucet?"
"No. I'll get you a bottle of water from the kitchen."
"No. Really this is fine. I just need to swallow my pill. I forgot I had it in my hand this whole time and now I'm afraid it will taste bad if I just swallow it."
"What are you taking?"
"Just my birth control."
I throw daggers at her with my eyes. Suddenly, I'm white hot with rage. I thought she was a virgin. Why the fuck is she on birth control? I know it isn't for me. I haven't let her out of my sight since we met. Who is she taking them for then?
"I assume you were taking those before you met me?" I bite out.
"Yeah. Since I was 15. I had some gynecological problems, and my doctor recommended that I try birth control before doing anything more drastic and it worked. I'm all straightened out now, but I have to keep taking it. It's nothing major. Mostly period stuff."
I scan her face for any sign that she isn't telling me the whole truth. Nothing. This isn't proof that she's telling the truth though. She's quite adept at hiding what she's feeling. I don't see why hiding a lie would be any different. For now, I will take her word for it.
She uses the mouthwash cup to catch a drink of water and takes her pill before walking back out into the bedroom.
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After my shower, I walk back into the bedroom and find Eve gone.
I'm instantly filled with anger and unease.
Heat prickles my skin while anxiety crawls up my spine.
She left me. She knows I don't have my car here.
If she thinks she's getting away from me, she's about to find out who she's fucking with.
I get dressed in a blur and storm into the game room.
This room is large enough to host the entire team and their plus ones.
Not all of the players live in Eden House, but all of them spend most of their time here.
Half the team is here now playing pool and watching the game.
"I need a ride. Let's go!"
Cal slowly stands from his seat like he's been confronted with a grizzly and can't decide if he should run or be as still as possible.
"Where to?"
"Eve's apartment. It's off campus on Boulder."
Cal is still moving cautiously. "Everything okay, Cap?"
Slowly and with as much menace as I feel, I say, "I said to hurry the fuck up.
" Cal jogs to the dish on the counter and grabs his keys, following me out the door.
I stop in my tracks when Eve's Jeep is sitting in the same space, she parked it in when we arrived.
Where is she? I thought she left. It takes me a moment to realize that I can't see the driver’s seat.
I walk up to the driver's door and there she is.
There is so much relief in this moment. She has leaned the seat all the way back and she's lying down.
Her legs are propped up on the steering wheel and crossed below the knee.
She doesn't see me. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to be doing a deep breathing exercise.
I turn back to Cal and motion for him to go back inside.
"Eve."
She startles slightly, but it's nearly imperceptible. She doesn't even open her eyes.
"Hey."
"What are you doing out here?"
"There was just a lot going on in there. Someone knocked on the door and there were so many people talking. I just came out to...I don't know. Be alone for a little while. She's looking at me now and I can sense in her expression that this is a wound she doesn't want me to poke at.
"So, what's the plan for today?"
She raises her seat up as I make my way to the passenger door.
"I really think we need to go get your car."
I arch a brow and look at her, conveying that she isn't getting rid of me.
"It's been in the campus parking lot since yesterday. Something may have already happened to it. We can go get it and bring it back here. If you really want to do what I do on Saturdays...I don't think you do, by the way but if you do, then we can leave your car here and go do it."
I have never been more curious in my life than I am in this moment.
"What in the hell do you do on Saturdays?"
"Well, I have games usually but those are always later, so I volunteer at the juvenile detention center downtown early in the day."
No words. There are NO words . I didn't know you could volunteer in those places. I've certainly never met anyone who would devote their Saturday mornings to juvenile delinquents.
"What do you do there?"
"I teach math skills mostly, but I also play games with them. Cards, dominoes, Jenga, just whatever."
"Math skills."
"Yeah. Depending on their level of understanding, I teach anywhere from 3rd to 12th grade level math concepts. At the beginning of the year, I met a 13-year-old boy who could understand a lot of abstract algebra. I suspect he was a genius, but the testing resources just weren't available."
This incredible woman. Not only is she possibly the most selfless person that I've ever met, but now I'm certain that she did get the right answer on that damn dry-erase board.
The thing is, she didn't write anything down.
Her paper was blank, and every time I looked at her, I saw that she was staring at the equation on the board.
There's no way that she solved that problem in her head.
It was one of the most complicated equations I've ever seen. She'd have to be a genius.
The dry-erase board is another mystery. Why didn't she just go to the front and tell him her answer?
Why have I never noticed her in class? Better yet, why did she stay through the whole class when she had clearly been dismissed?
And what's with the hoodie? That class is a little on the warmer side and she wasn't just wearing the hoodie.
She had the hood up, using it like a shield.
Like a shield . She doesn't want to be noticed.
It's the same reason that she's come out here.
There were too many people inside. Too much going on.
She came out here where it was quiet, and she could be alone.
She must have been so uncomfortable, but she still didn't leave me. She stayed.
Whatever I felt for this girl just took a Viagra with a Red Bull chaser and grew wings.
I lean my head back onto the headrest and scrub my face with my hands.
This is not what was meant to happen here.
I wanted to make her uncomfortable, figure her out, and teach her a lesson.
I still intend to figure her out, but I never want her to be uncomfortable again.
Oh, and I will teach her so many lessons. We will both enjoy the education.
"Let's go."
"To your car?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming out here? I thought you left."
"I did. I texted you."
I look at my phone and see her text.
Wildcat: I'm waiting for you outside.
"Take me to my car."
She doesn't say a word as she puts the car in gear and drives back to the library.