“You make it worse,” she cries. “Why do you hate me so much?”
I bury my face into her hair and inhale the sweet smell of fruit. “I don’t hate you, Eva,” I mutter. “I fuckin’ love you so damn much, but my stubborn ass was hurt when you lied to me,” I admit. She stills. “I don’t know how to do all this. I keep fuckin’ it up,” I add. “But I’m done seeing you cry and I’m done being mad.”
“You love me?” she asks as she sniffs.
“More than anything,” I say. She turns to face me, and her beautiful face is red and puffy from her tears. “I don’t like seein’ you sad.”
“I’m sorry I lied,” she mutters. “I wanted to help.”
“I know you did. I know. But do me a favour—next time you want to help, speak to me about it first.”
She nods in agreement. “Do you think Emily is okay?” she asks.
“We’ll get Emily home. Things will be fine.” I place a kiss on the side of her head. “I’m so tired. I hate sleeping without you,” I say. I feel my eyes drifting closed. Being with her feels like I’m home.
Somewhere in the room, I hear the ringing of a phone. It takes me a few seconds to wake properly and realise it’s my cell ringing from my pocket. I take it out and answer before it wakes Eva, stepping out into the hall. “Yeah?”
“Cree, it’s me, Emily.”
“Fuck, Emily, where the hell are you? I was worried.”
“Why?” she asks. “I’m fine.”
“Are you home?”
“No. I’m with a friend.”
“Okay. Does your dad know?” I ask. I check my watch. It’s almost midnight. “Why are you calling so late?”
“My friend wants you to meet us. He said it’s very important.”
“Who’s your friend, Emily, and why does he want to see me?” I know exactly who she means, but I want to hear her say the words. I make my way down to Riggs’ office and pray he’s still awake.
“Callum said you know him,” she says.
“I know him. You need to get far away from him. Do you hear me?” I’m relieved when Riggs looks up from his desk. I mouth the word ‘Emily’ to him and he sits up straighter.
Chapter Thirteen
Eva
I’m lying on my stomach as Cree flanks my body. He kisses along my thigh and over my ass. “Morning,” I whisper, even though it’s only just past midnight. He reaches my neck and flutters kisses at the top of my spine. His hand brushes over my ass and then runs between my legs and moves over my pussy.
“I have a job on,” he whispers. “But I can’t leave without us making up properly.”
“Mmm, make-up sex.” I smile into the pillow.
“I want to fuck you slow and show you how much I love you, but it’s been over a week and I’m not a gentleman when I’m feeling so impatient,” he growls.
I bury my face deeper into the pillow as his fingers work over my folds. “We can have slow sex later. Right now, I need you to fuck me your way,” I whisper. His hand moves away from where it was causing delicious sparks and slaps hard against my ass. I hiss in response.
“Those words are music to my ears,” he growls.
Cree grabs a pillow and lifts my hips, stuffing it underneath my pelvis. He takes my hands and pulls them behind my back. “Keep them there,” he orders. He lays between my legs so that his face is level with my raised ass. I’m about to question his position because nobody wants their man staring at their most vulnerable parts like that, but then I feel his tongue swipe up along my opening. My hands move from my back and grip the sheets. Cree slaps my ass hard and pulls my hands back into place. This time, he holds my hands there and begins a slow torturous assault on my pussy with his tongue.
My climax hits me hard and I cry out. It’s been over a week and my body has craved this release. I’m still feeling the aftershocks when Cree slams into me hard. My body shifts higher up the bed. He takes my hands and holds them above my head. He buries his face into the crook of my neck as he slams into me over and over. The slickness of his body makes him slide against my back and the friction only adds to the pleasure building inside of me again.
I shudder my way through a second orgasm before Cree pulls himself from me and I feel his release across my back. It’s unlike him not to use a condom, but before I can question him, he’s off the bed and wiping my skin clean with a towel. “I’m going to get Emily. She’s meeting me near the sex club,” he says. I turn onto my back. “She called me.”
“That’s great. So, she isn’t being kept there against her will?”
“She’s not keen to leave, but I told her I’d explain everything if she met me.”
I nod. At least Callum isn’t keeping her there. “And Riggs thinks it’s safe to meet her?”
“Yeah. They don’t want me. Maybe they don’t want you anymore now that they think they have Emily.” He places a kiss on my lips. “I love you.” He smiles. “Get some sleep.”
I smile up at him. “I love you too,” I admit.
Cree
Emily is sitting on the wall outside the townhouse. There’s nobody else around, but I have my gun tucked into my waistband just in case. I hand her a cigarette. It’s usually the first thing she asks for whenever she sees me. “You wanna move away from here?” I ask, lighting it for her.
Emily blows out a puff of smoke and shakes her head. She’s wearing clothes that make her look older than her years and her makeup is done expertly. “Does Callum know you’re out here talking to
