“That was nice of him,” I say. “What did he do with the guy?”
Emily falls silent. “It doesn’t matter. Some will say Cree did a bad thing, but he saved me. He took me to his club. His friends cleaned me up and fed me. He took me home to my pops and gave us money for food. Since then, we get food delivered all the time. He fixed up my pops’ car for free. He’s helped us so much.”
“Why?” I ask. “Doesn’t he want something in return?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “No. He’s just a nice guy.”
Emily’s story plays on my mind, and when the centre closes at eight o’clock, I’m so lost in thought that I almost crash into Chris, who is waiting at the gates for me. I glance around. There’s no sign of Cree, which is a relief. We take a slow walk to a nearby restaurant and he fills me in on his day at work. We’re about to step inside when a familiar deep voice shouts my name. Cree stands across the street with his hood up, but I know it’s him, even though it’s dark.
“Do you know that guy?” asks Chris.
“Yeah, I do. Ignore him.”
We go inside and a waiter seats us by the window. I told Cree I wasn’t free and he has no right just turning up like that. He’s spent months being horrible to me, and yeah, he might kiss like a god, he might even resemble one, but I don’t understand what he wants from me, and until he stops being so weird, I’m going to continue on with my life.
I try my hardest to focus on Chris. He’s sweet and funny, but the shadow of Cree sitting on his bike over the road is distracting and infuriating all at the same time. Chris notices me looking over to Cree and sighs. “Eva, if you need to go and speak to that guy, go.”
I smile. He’s so understanding and nice. He’s perfect for me. “No, he’ll take the hint and leave eventually.” But Cree doesn’t leave. He remains there until he sees that we’ve paid the bill and we’re slipping on our coats. When I look up again, he’s gone. I shake my head, confused as to what that was all about.
Chris walks me home and we stop at the foot of my steps. “Do you wanna come in?” I ask.
“I don’t think that huge guy would appreciate it,” he says, nodding towards my living room window. I glance up and see Cree staring at us.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl. I rush up the steps and into the house, not bothering to say goodbye to Chris. “How the fuck did you get in here?” I yell. Cree has the nerve to look pissed. His fists ball by his sides and his jaw is clenched tight. “How dare you break into my house! I’m calling the cops,” I snap as I pull my cell from my bag.
Cree rushes at me so fast that I drop the cell onto the couch. He sweeps me up against him and pushes me against the door. His mouth battles against mine in a toe-curling kiss that ignites something deep inside me. I’m pinned by his chest and his hands hold my hands at the sides of my face. He moves his mouth hungrily down my neck, nipping gently at the skin and groaning as he presses his erection against my core.
I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest fucking thing to ever happen to me. He pulls at my clothing and utters, “Less.” I shrug from my jacket and then my shirt. Cree steps back and watches. His eyes are hooded and there’s no hiding the bulge in his jeans. When I’m down to my underwear, he pulls me towards him, and before I hit against his chest, he bends me over the couch and places my hands behind my back. I frown in confusion as he binds my wrists together with a piece of rope. Where the fuck did that come from?
I forget my question when I feel his hand move down my spine, stopping over my ass and grabbing a handful of my peachy cheeks. His fingers move to my opening and I hiss when he runs them through my wetness. He grips a handful of my hair and turns my head to look at him over my shoulder. He licks his fingers clean and hums his approval. His hand goes back between my legs and he rubs circles over my clit. It’s been so long since a man last paid attention to me like this that I’m almost falling apart after a few seconds.
He pauses and I hear a packet rip. He lines himself up at my entrance and then pushes in so hard that I scream out. He holds onto the rope that binds my hands as he slams into me over and over. I feel too full and so confused. His punishing pace is uncomfortable and too unfamiliar. It’s not remotely intimate and nothing like what I’m used to. It’s a fuck—plain and simple.
He feels around for my breasts and pulls my bra down. I shudder when he gropes at me and I press myself further into the couch to avoid his wandering hands. Something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t how I imagined sex between me and Cree. Not after how he kissed me before, and not just tonight, but at the charity night too. He showed me a softness that I didn’t know he possessed. This is so far removed from that. Cree grips my waist tight and stills, then I feel him strain against me as he releases into the condom.
Cree
I look down at Eva, pressed face down and
