“Do you need to come, Eden?”
“Y-yes!” she cried out as he moved his finger to her clit once more.
“Then ask me nicely.”
Bastard.
“Please, Zeke, may I come?”
“Very nice,” he said approvingly, moving his finger harder. Faster. “Come for me, princess. Come for me, now.”
She screamed as she came. She soared. Then she crashed. And every second of it was glorious.
When she finally found her way back to reality, he’d already pulled her panties back up and moved her leg so it was over the body pillow in front of her. He’d also crawled in under the blankets, and was once again was spooning her. Holding her protectively against him.
“Zeke,” she murmured. She should do something for him. She could feel his hardness nestled in against her ass. But this was more relaxed than she’d been in years. Her eyelids were so drooping. Her body heavy and slumberous.
“Sh,” he said to her. “Just sleep, princess. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
3
Eden awoke, feeling surprisingly rested.
She never felt rested. She glanced over at the clock, shocked to see it was nearly nine. Had she slept most of the night? She must have gone to sleep around two. Holy hell. She’d gotten seven hours sleep?
That was unheard of. Her insomnia started soon after the accident where her parents died and she hadn’t slept properly since.
She pulled herself up so she was resting against the headboard. Her last memory was of Zeke wrapping himself around her, surrounding her in his heat and strength.
Making her feel safe. Special.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Where was he now? Had she slept because of him? That couldn’t be right. Why him? Why did he have to be the one she felt something for? He was the last person she should want. He worked for her brother. He was always around. He watched her as though he could see beneath the person she presented to the world to the girl who lay beneath.
Vulnerable. Scared.
She took in a deep breath to stave off the panic. Nothing that bad had happened last night. Sure, he’d coaxed her Little out. But not for long. And not fully. He’d brushed her hair, braided it, put her to bed.
Taken care of her. Shown her what it would be like with a kind, attentive daddy. And then he’d proceeded to give her the only orgasm she’d ever experienced other than by her own hand.
And he’d shown her the man. Sexy. Rugged. Delicious.
Fuck. Shit. God.
Why did she let that happen? Why had she let any of it happen?
Because you were weak. He’s your weakness. He could be the one to destroy you.
Sometimes, she hoped for that. Sometimes, she figured she deserved it.
“One night, that’s all it was, Eden. Stop freaking out. He’s not even here, which says everything right?” she muttered to herself. He’d obviously snuck out.
Leaving her here alone, wondering what came next. She sighed then looked across the room to where her chair sat. Shit. Normally, she’d leave it next to her bed. She often used her crutches to move around her room, but she liked her wheelchair close by. Clint had a bar installed on the wall above her bedside table that she could use to pull herself up and grab the crutches that leaned next to the bedside table.
Nothing is impossible.
Except she didn’t really believe that.