His lips are inches from my own, and suddenly, all the hate I feel for him hits me in a different way. Lust ignites something inside of me and I find myself wanting . . . needing him to kiss me. He tightens his grip slightly on my neck. His breathing is shallow, and his eyes darken as he stares into mine. “You will not fuck Lake,” he whispers. “Stay away from my brothers.”
“Even you?” I whisper and I feel our lips almost touching.
“Especially me,” he replies.
“Why?” I lift my hand tentatively with the urge to touch his face, but Cree moves his head away slightly and slams his hand over mine so that it hits the wall.
“Don’t,” he warns.
“Why?” I repeat.
“You want to kiss me?” he asks, and I nod slowly. He smirks and steps back, releasing me. I miss the heat of his body straight away. “I just watched you stick your tongue down Lake’s throat and now you want me? Fuck, Eva. Get some class.”
My mouth falls open in shock as I stare at Cree’s retreating back. The front door opens and then slams shut as he leaves me stunned. I didn’t misread the signals—he wanted to kiss me too. What the hell is his problem?
Cree
I release the breath I’d been holding. Having Eva pressed up against me like that got me thinking all kinds of things. I start my bike and head in the direction of Shelly’s house. It’s a risk, but I need to release this tension, and she’s just as fucked up as I am.
I check out her parking spaces. There’s only her car, so I head around the back and look through her kitchen window. She’s at the breakfast table staring at her laptop. The woman never stops working. I let myself in, and she’s so engrossed in her work that she doesn’t hear me until I have her hair in my hand and I’m unfastening my belt. “Fuck, Cree,” she hisses. “You scared the shit outta me.” I push my hand into her silk nightdress and grope her breasts. “Callum could have been here,” she adds.
“He isn’t though, so shut the fuck up and stop pretending you ain’t turned on,” I hiss. She stands, but before she can touch me, I turn her away from me and bend her over the table. I hold her hands behind her back and pull out a piece of rope from my back pocket. I secure her hands and then release my erection and sheath myself with a condom. I spit on my hand and rub over her entrance. She bucks against the table as I push into her hard. I pull her upright and hold her against me, fucking up into her fast. Her silk nightdress falls with the force of my thrusts, exposing her breasts.
“Oh shit,” she cries, and I press my hand over her mouth.
“Shh, you’ll wake the kids,” I hiss, and a muffled sob escapes her as an orgasm rips through her. I wait for her shudders to subside and then begin a punishing pace to reach my own release. All I can think about is Eva—her fucking laugh and the way she throws her head back, and her green-blue eyes when she stares at me with such hate that I swear fire burns in them. I come on a roar. Fuck the kids, it’s not like they’re mine.
I remove the condom into tissue and shove it in my back pocket. I can’t risk Shelly’s husband finding out. It’s a complication I don’t need. She straightens her nightdress, but there’s no disguising that just fucked look. “Callum’s not home this evening. You could stay,” she says with hope in her voice. I shake my head and move for the door. Our arrangement works for us both and I’m not about to change anything by spending the night with her.
I spend an hour riding around, then find myself back outside of Eva’s. There’s nobody around, so I get off the bike and check out Eva’s garden. I want to make sure she’s safe. I move the potted plant, hoping she’s not that obvious, but when I see the spare front door key there, I groan. She’s so fuckin’ innocent and trusting.
I slip the key in the lock and go inside. The lights are out and there’s no sign of Eva downstairs. I tuck the key into my back pocket and go upstairs quietly. Eva’s bedroom door is ajar and I push it open further. Laying on her back with her arms above her head, she takes my breath away. My eyes roam over her body. Her naked breasts rise and fall with her breaths and she’s wearing the kind of red lace panties I would love to rip off. Her sheets lay crumpled on the floor because she always kicks them off. I settle in the chair at the end of her bed and watch her sleep. It’s my favourite thing to do.
Chapter Two
Eva
Monday comes too quickly and I check myself one last time in the mirror. I’d taken the last four weeks off from the modelling agency where I work as a P.A. Today is my first day back.
The NewVision Model Agency is based in central London, so I take the tube and arrive twenty minutes early. It’s a small office, but we have a lot of clients on the books. I push the door and Kyle squeals in delight. “Thank fuck you’re back, darling.” He air-kisses me. “The dragon boss isn’t in yet, but rest assured she’s on her way.”
I smirk. “Can’t
