Someone knocks into her a little too hard. Eden trips and falls, scraping her knee on the pavement with a wince. Nobody helps her up. If anything, the flurry of camera flashes and clicks only triples in intensity.
Rage consumes me. Never in my life have a I felt this murderous.
“You fuckers!” I yell at them, pushing and shoving paparazzi out of the way to get to her. I rip cameras out of hands, yank photographers away by their collars —anything I can to get to her. I help Eden to her feet, noticing the light trace of blood staining her skin. It’s nothing some antiseptic wipes and a bandage won’t fix.
Regardless, I see red.
“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you,” I shout at them, hurriedly guiding Eden to the passenger side door. I pull the door open and hold the crowd off as she slips inside.
“Who is she, Mr. Stride?”
“New girlfriend?”
“You owe me a new camera!”
It’s all a blur after Eden is secured in the front seat of my car. I don’t remember getting behind the wheel. I don’t remember speeding off. The thunderous roar of blood past my ears drowns out the sound of traffic, the bone-chilling squeak of my grinding molars, the screech of my tires as I pull into my garage.
The sound of Eden’s voice finally gets through to me.
“It’s okay,” she says. “It’s okay, Hunter. I’m alright.”
It occurs to me that she’s been trying to get my attention the entire time, but my heart was railing against my ribcage too hard and too loud for me to notice. I need more than just verbal reassurance. I need her right now like I need air.
Reaching across the center console, I grasp the nape of her neck, pulling her toward me into a bruising kiss. She gasps against me, her hands pressed against my chest as I quickly undo her seatbelt and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me between her soft thighs, the heat of her pussy grinding against my stiffening erection.
I devour her. Lick her mouth open, kiss hard marks against her throat, squeeze her breasts and greedily grab her ass. Eden reaches down and to my side, hitting the automatic adjustment button of my seat. It scoots back, giving us a bit more room to work with.
“Smart girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Always such a smart girl.”
“Hunter—”
“I need you,” I cut her off. “Jesus Christ, Eden, I fuckingneedyou.”
“You have me, Hunter,” she says around a moan. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink, our breathing labored with the adrenaline coursing through our veins. When Eden rolls her hips against me, my cock throbs angrily for the attention it’s not getting.
“Ready for me to teach you something new?” I ask.
“What is it?”
“You’re going to ride my cock, sweetheart. Right here, right now.”
“I’ve never been on top before. What if I’m bad at it?”
“That’s why I’m here, sweetheart. I’ll show you exactly how to ride me.”
It’s an easy enough task to undo the front of my pants and pull my cock free. Easier, still, to lift her skirt up and push the silky fabric of her panties out of the way. I slip a hand between her folds as I kiss her senseless, reveling in the slick heat pooling there.
“You’re soaking,” I mumble against her lips.
“How could I not be?” she whines, bucking against my hand. “Watching you push those assholes out of the way just to get to me… It was such a turn on.”
I guide her hips as she slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch until she’s perched neatly on my lap. I moan against her cheek, so wondrously deep inside her that I can’t tell where she ends, and I begin.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Fuck, your pussy’s so nice and tight for me. Did you really like me coming to your rescue that much?”
“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you,” she echoes my words back to me. “Did you mean it? Would you really kill for me?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. “They hurt you, Eden. The only reason I let them walk away was because I needed to keep you safe.”