Tempting the Law (4 page)

I
pull him closer
, taking his mouth in a hard kiss and putting everything I can into it. This is more perfect than I thought it would be. I wanted to leave with him so bad today, but I wasn’t sure it would happen. I’d dreamed of this moment for so long and it’s finally here. I knew he’d snapped when he pulled me from that pool.

His mouth takes mine back. We’re pressed together so perfectly I don’t know where I begin and he ends. This is how I want us to always be. We fit together too perfectly, like I was made to be his and only his. It proves to me how this was meant to be. He was meant to save me that day I was taken. He was supposed to save me from this place, too. Take me away before something bad could happen. Protect me forever.

All too soon, he pulls back. “Get your stuff, sweetheart. I want you out of here.” He lets my legs drop from around his waist, his cock slipping free. I moan at the loss. I want it back inside me. Want to stay as close to him as possible.

“Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll have your back on that bed so fast. I want you out of here.” He glances over his shoulder. “And away from him,” he finishes, and I know he’s talking about John. I know it was my stepfather who tried to come in here. He’s the only person who ever comes into my room.

I nod and he lets me go. I right my bathing suit before looking around the room, wondering what I should take. I grab a bag from my closet and start throwing clothes inside it.

“He ever touch you?” I turn to see Coen pacing back and forth, looking like a caged animal. I’m not sure what to say, because he
has
touched me before. I go with the truth.

“Yes.”

He stops pacing, and his whole body locks up. A deadly look like I’ve never seen flashes across his face.

“Where?” he demands as he takes a step towards me.

I clear the distance between us, placing my hands on his chest in an attempt to get him to calm down. I don’t want something to happen here. I just want to leave this place and never look back. Growing up here wasn’t horrible, and I know others had it worse. I just hated it here when I knew I belonged with him, where I could have a real family.

The days ate at me as I knew I had to wait for the right time to be with him. It was a slow torture, but I knew it would be worth it as long as I got him in the end. That’s all that mattered. All that I ever wanted in life was to be with him forever.

“Not like that,” I try to reassure him. “Just sometimes he’d brush past me. Hug me a little too long.”

“That all?” His hands go to my hair, grabbing a handful in a possessive hold and pulling it a little to make me look up at him.

“Sometimes he looks a little too long.” I bite my lip, not wanting to admit the next part.

“And?” he pushes. He knows I’m hiding something. I don’t want to upset him. This is all in the past now. It doesn't matter as long as we’re together.

“I think he tries to catch me changing or in the shower.”

His nostrils flare and his breaths get deeper, like he’s a raging bull.

One hand leaves my hair, sliding between us into my swimsuit bottoms to cup my pussy.

“He ever see this?” he asks as his middle finger parts me and starts to slide inside me. Our mixed pleasure still coats me and his finger glides effortlessly.

I can’t stop the moan that falls from my lips.

Before I know what’s happening, my back is on my bed, sending my pile of stuffed animals flying off onto the floor. Coen’s hand is over my mouth, the other still between my legs as he cages me in.

“I don’t want him or anyone else hearing the sounds of your pleasure. For all I know, that fucker has his ear pressed up against the door trying to hear you cum. I won’t allow him the pleasure of that sweet sound. It belongs to me and only me. He’s already gotten too much of you,” he growls next to my ear. His finger keeps moving. “Now answer me. Did he ever see my pussy?”

I shake my head and I feel him relax.

“You touch yourself in this bed thinking about me?”

I nod. Every night I did.

He pulls back, looking down at me as a smirk hits his lips and his eyes go hungry again. “I lie in bed at night and touch myself thinking about you, too.” He yanks my bathing suit to the side and pushes his hard cock inside of me. I moan into his hand. His switches hands, the one that was just between my legs now covering my mouth.

“This is going to be quick,” he tells me as he starts to move against me. I wrap my legs around him. “Lick my hand, sweetheart. I want you to taste that pussy you kept safe just for me.”

I do as he says and he starts to move faster, and my bed hits the wall with each stroke. His mouth goes to my neck, sucking and biting me all over. I can feel my orgasm coming. He pulls them from my body so easily. It was never like this when I’d lay in my bed late at night touching myself.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Cum for me and I’ll take you home. You’ll never lie in the bed and have to think about being with me. You’ll have me deep inside you every night in our bed.”

I cum at the words
our bed
. I love that I’m going to have this for the rest of my life. I feel him release deep inside, his warm cum coating me.

I don’t know how I made it all these years without him.

A
s I slowly pull from
her body, I feel some of the rage I’d felt drain away. As much as I want to, I can’t leave this room to find her stepfather unless I want to be driven away from the house in a police car.

I couldn’t protect her that way. I don’t know how she did it, but she’s like a sweet balm to my anger. I know I have to get myself under control for her.

I bring her with me as I stand. “We’re leaving,” I tell her as I straighten her bathing suit. I bend and pick up the bag she’d started to pack and toss it across the room. “You’re not taking anything from here.”

I grab her hand and her fingers lock with mine. I thought she might fight me on this, but she just smiles.

“I only need you.” She says it like I’m the most important thing in the world, and it makes me want to beat my chest.

I pull her from the room, and I’m not surprised when I see John standing outside her door. I wonder how many times he’s done that before, if he ever listened to her touch herself as she thought about me late into the night.

I take a deep breath and push down my anger. We walk past him down the hall and out to the back where the party is still in full swing. Ignoring everything else but getting her out of here, I head straight for the pool house to grab my keys and the present I got her. I glance down at Eden, who still has the biggest smile on her face, not a care in the freaking world. Just happy that I have her. Fuck, I love that. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure she always has that smile on her face.

I grab my dress shirt that I’d worn to her graduation and slide it over her, covering up the too-small bathing suit.

“You don’t wear shit like this when other people are around,” I tell her.

“I only wore it for you.”

“That’s good, sweetheart. Keep it that way, but only wear it for me when I’m the only person around.”

She grabs my arm. “I only dressed like this to get your attention. I promise. I only want you looking at me.”

Her little nose scrunches, and I can tell she’s thinking about something. Her eyes go to my chest.

“What is it?” I ask. She drops her head like she’s embarrassed. “No secrets. I want you to always be honest with me.” I put my finger under her chin, making her look up at me.

“I don’t like people looking at you either,” she admits.

“You’re it for me. Have been since I laid eyes on you,” I tell her. I don’t want her to have a question in her mind about this. I know I’m older than her. People might see this as taking advantage of her, but I don’t fucking care what others think anymore. I’d always known in the back of my mind she’d be mine one day. I knew it was wrong to want her back then, so I’d always kept it secret. But nothing else mattered now except being with her. I just don’t want her to ever think that I took advantage of her. I want her to always be sure about us. To never question my intentions with her.

Her eyes look so hopeful, and I hate that she’s questioning it. What happened in her bedroom was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I didn’t know a person could snap like that and lose all control. But that’s what happened. I needed her right then like I’d never needed anything in my life. The moment I made her mine was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was like I was finally coming home.

“There’s no one else in your life?” she asks. This time I cup her face, leaning in so my eyes are level with hers. So much innocence shines there. I can see her trust in me, and I want to keep that safe. Never break it.

“No, sweetheart. I can’t remember another woman before you. And trust me, there hasn’t been one who has entered my mind since you jumped into my world.”

She closes the small distance between us, her mouth landing on mine as she wraps her body around me. I pull her close as she starts to place kisses all over my face. I laugh at her sweet innocence, which is getting me hard all over again, like I hadn't just taken her twice and filled her up nice and good.  

“All right. I have to get you out of here now, or I’m going to end up taking you again.”

“That’s okay.” She rubs against me, and I wonder if I’ve made her into a little sex addict.

“No, the next time I take you will be in our home, where I can take my time. I want to kiss and touch every part of you. Worship you like I should have the first time. Show you how it will be between us.”

She moans at my words and keeps wiggling against me, testing my control. It’s something only she can do.

But when John walks in with look of pure anger on his face, it’s like cold water being dumped on me. I peel Eden from around me and place her behind me. I feel her hands come to rest on my back.

“Eden, come here,” John says. I just stand there. I can’t believe he just tried to call her over. She doesn’t move. The idea that she’d go to him is ridiculous, but John can’t see that.

“Speak to her again and I’ll fucking end you.”

“You’ll end me? You know who I am. I’ll—”

I cut him off, I don’t care that he’s a fucking senator. The higher he is, the harder the fall. He should remember that.

“I know that you want to fuck your daughter.”

“Stepdaughter,” he corrects. He doesn’t deny wanting to fuck her.

“She’s nothing to you,” I tell him, taking a step towards him and letting him know I’m not fucking around. I’m leaving with her one way or another. Not a fucking thing is going to stop me.

His eyes narrow on me. I know what he’s thinking. He’s wondering why it’s okay for me to have her and not him. The difference is, I actually care about her. I love and want to be with her. He just wants to use her and will most likely toss her aside when he’s done.

Everyone around town knows the Senator goes though women just as fast as his wife seems to go through men. Both have reputations for their affairs, but I never thought he’d zone in on little Eden. If I had, I would have taken her from here sooner. He’s fucking lucky he never acted on that shit or he would have found himself with a bullet in his head. Fuck, he’ll still be lucky if he doesn’t.

“I’m giving you one last chance to move the fuck out of our way, or I’ll spread your shit far and wide for everyone to know. They’ll know that the good old Senator is trying to get a taste of his stepdaughter, and his wife doesn’t care,” I lie. I’d never do that. I’d die before I let that taint sweet Eden. But I know where to hit him right now to make him question what he’s doing.

“What about you? What will people say?” he tries.

“The difference between me and you is, I don’t care what people might say. I’d take anything to have her,” I tell him. It’s the truth. But she’s eighteen: young but still legal. If people start talking and it bothers Eden, we’ll move. Leave everything behind and start somewhere new. Maybe we will anyway. Go somewhere I can have a house on the beach where I can see her in this swimsuit every day for the rest of my life.

“Move!” I bark again, and he does this time, stepping out of our way. I pull Eden from the pool house and from this place that will never be her home again.

I
t’s been
two years since Coen took me from my old house and gave me a home. A real life full of real love with the man of my dreams. Well,
men
of my dreams. I look down at my twin boys napping in their playpen in the living room. They always sleep together, and it’s the cutest thing in the world to watch.

I feel Coen come up behind me. He wraps his big hand around my waist and kisses my bare neck, sending shivers down my spine. On the days he has to go to the office, he always comes home for lunch and to check on me and his little guys. He works three days a week, going in and making sure that everything is taken care of with the security agency. Even though he left the force after he rescued me, there’s still a piece of him that has to help others. It’s one of the things I love most about him, the way he protects me and our sons.

“I missed you,” I whisper, not wanting to wake up the toddlers.

“I’ve only been gone two hours,” he mumbles against my neck, but I feel his erection digging into my ass and his teeth grazing my shoulder.

He turns me in his arms, picks me up, and takes me to the counter in the kitchen. He devours my mouth as he sits me on the very edge. Just as I start to fall off, he moves down between my legs and throws them over his shoulders, and I regain my balance. I feel his big hands push my dress up and expose my naked, wet pussy to him.

“Oh, fuck yes. You’ve just been waiting on me to come back and give it to you. Haven’t you, sweet girl?”

I feel my pussy contract, knowing what’s coming. I lean back on the counter, my palms flat behind me as his mouth descends on my pussy. His hot tongue gives me long licks, but his excitement is too strong as he starts to eat at me. He sucks my clit and then slips two fingers inside me, rubbing my sweet spot. It’s like he’s determined to get me off before he takes me, and I’m totally okay with that.

“Goddamn, you’re so sweet. Give me that cum juice, sweet girl, I’m like Popeye looking for his can of spinach. When I get that good stuff, I’m gonna take that pussy and smash it.”

I let out a giggle and move one hand to the top of his head to grip his hair. He keeps a steady rhythm for a moment, long enough for me to grab on to my orgasm and let go. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the intense waves of pleasure flow through my arms and legs, all the way to my core.

I’m gasping for air as Coen quickly stands up, pushes down his jeans, and slides his thick cock inside me. No matter how many times he’s taken me, his girth always fits so snugly. Sometimes I have to ask him to slow down because he hits me so deep. Right now, though, he won’t be told to stop as he grips my hips and pulls my ass nearly off the end of the counter and starts to thrust in and out of me.

“Say it, Eden. Say it.”

He’s gritting his teeth, so I know he’s close to the edge and I can’t tease him. Normally I would make him work it out of me, but he’s ravenous right now, and I am, too. Even after just having an orgasm, I want another.

“I love you, Coen. I love you so much, baby. With all my heart and soul.”

My words are like a balm, but it doesn’t come anywhere close to cooling his passion or slowing what his cock is doing. He thrusts hard, and it’s a sweet pull between us as my body climbs higher and higher.

“I love you, too, sweet girl. Since the first moment, Eden.”

With his words, we both fall over the edge and give in to paradise. Coen can’t cum without hearing me say I love him, and his confession back to me always does me in. He finds his release deep inside me, and he clings to my body, kissing every available inch.

“Mmmm. I think I want a nap now, too,” he says, nuzzling my neck.

“I think we’ve got about an hour. Take me to bed and snuggle with me.”

He lifts me off the counter without pulling out and walks me to the bedroom just beyond the living room. I feel myself clenching around him as he takes each step, and suddenly I’m not so sleepy anymore. I lean forward, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.

“Maybe I’m not tired anymore,” he says, as he lowers me to the bed and slowly starts to thrust in and out. “I think I want it slow this time, Eden. Nice and slow. Show me how much you love me, baby. Open those legs wider and give me what’s mine. This is what happens when you tempt me, sweetheart.”

“You like it,” I say, giving him a sassy smile.

He gives me one right back and then makes slow, sweet love to me. I may have been young when he saved me, but we’ve belonged to one another since that day. I’ve never regretted our decision for a second and neither has he. Our story is quick and dirty, but it’s exactly what we need.