Everything I Have (The Everything Series Book 2)

by A. K. Evans

“This is unfair, Zane,” she said as she took the two steps back toward me.

  “What is?”

  “You shouldn’t be the only one who gets to look,” she started as she put her hands to my chest and pushed my jacket back over my shoulders and down my arms. After it fell to the floor she brought her hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head. She then tossed that to the floor and brought her hands to the waistband of my cargo pants. I knew she had to be feeling a bit feisty because she had always been a bit more cautious every other time we were together. She was now taking charge and it was undoubtedly a huge turn on for me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs. I kicked off my boots and socks and stepped out of the pants. She took a step back, looked me up and down, and said, “That’s much better.”

  With her eyes now completely focused on mine she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. I watched as it fell to the floor. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed those down her legs. Now she stood in front of me with nothing but her shoes on and she was, no doubt, perfect. I pushed my boxer briefs down my legs and stepped out of them.

  I stared back at her. The intensity in her eyes was too much and I reached out to snake an arm around her waist. I pulled her toward me and lifted her up. I heard her shoes fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist while I brought my other hand to her ass. Capturing her mouth with mine, I walked to the side of the room with open wall space. I pressed her back up against the wall and began kissing along her jaw and down her throat before making my way back up to claim her mouth. I brought one of my hands between us and found her slick and ready.

  “Zane, baby, please give it to me,” she begged.

  “You’ll get it, sweetheart. You’ll get everything I have, always.”

  I positioned myself at her entrance and put my hands on her hips. I looked in her eyes, but made no move. She still had her legs wrapped around my waist, so when I made no effort to move, she squeezed her thighs together and urged me forward. That was all the encouragement I needed. I brought her down hard on my dick and watched her face. Contentment in her features the moment I was inside her. I pulled back slowly and thrusted back into her. She moaned and brought one hand to her tit. My eyes went to her hand and watched as she massaged and squeezed. Her fingertips went to her nipple where she alternated between rubbing and pinching the pink bud. I growled. There was no other word that could accurately describe the sound that came out of me when I saw her touching herself. I bent my head down to take one of her tits in my mouth. She moaned again as I licked and sucked. I moved to the other side, making sure to give equal attention to both.

  When I tore my mouth from her, her hand went right back to her breasts. I peeled my eyes from the beautiful scene in front of me to look at her face I saw she was focused only on me. She continued touching herself, but had laser sharp focus on me. I stayed focused on her and persisted in giving it to her. It wasn’t long after that when her breaths grew quick and shallow.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  “I’m right there with you, Em. Take it,” I ordered.

  The next second I felt her walls squeezing me as she yelled out, “Oh, Zane.”

  My fingers dug into her hips as she milked my cock. I groaned through it and seconds later felt Emme’s body fall forward into mine. She had both arms draped over my shoulders and she couldn’t hold herself upright.

  I carried her and walked across the room, put a knee to the mattress, and gently placed her in the bed. As I pulled back, I heard her whimper. I instantly froze.

  “Are you ok, Emme?”

  She shook her head.

  Shit.

  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Zane. You just aren’t in me anymore.”

  I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and looked down at her. I climbed in next to her, looked her in the eyes with one hand in her hair, and tenderly asked, “You want more?”

  She moved her eyes from mine and answered my throat, “If I say yes, does that make me a freak?”

  I chuckled and demanded, “Look at me, Em.”

  Her eyes shot to mine.

  “First, if you say yes, I want you to look at me and say it. Second, if you say yes, it does not make you a freak; it makes me a very lucky man.”

  She stared at me a moment before she spoke and admitted, “Ok, then yes, I want more.”

  I gave her a grin and said, “Anytime, Emme — anytime, anywhere, you want it you’ll get it.”

  She cuddled into me and I took a minute to hold her close. Then, I gave it to my girl two more times that night.

  Chapter 19

  Zane

  A zipper. Sniffling. I heard one, then the other. Emme. My eyes shot open and I realized I was alone in her bed. When I looked to the side of the bed I saw her standing up from a crouched position in front of a suitcase she had just zipped up.

  Why the hell was she crying and why the fuck did she have a suitcase in front of her?

  “Em?” I called out as I sat up in the bed.

  “Oh no. I’m sorry, Zane. I was hoping to get out of here before you woke up.”

  I threw my legs over the side of the bed, stood, and walked to tag my pants off the floor. As I pulled them up my legs I asked, “Get out of here? You taking a trip somewhere?”

  She shook her head.

  I stared back at her waiting for more.

  “I’m leaving, Zane. I have to go.”

  “Ok. What exactly do you mean by that? Where are you going?”

  “I don’t have an answer to that. I have to go and I don’t quite know yet where I’m going.”

  “When will you be back?” I asked.

  Tears spilled down her cheeks as she rasped out, “Never.”

  Then, she grabbed the handle on her suitcase and walked out of her bedroom. I stood there, dumbfounded. What. The. Fuck.

  I snapped out of my catatonic state, which was brought on by the fact that I had heard the most ridiculous news ever, and stalked out of the room. Emme had only made it to the family room.

  “Emme,” I called out.

  She turned to look at me.

  “Zane please. I need to go. I can’t stay here. Nobody else can get hurt.”

  “What?” I asked.

  She looked away.

  “Emme, look at me.”

  She didn’t.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I put my hand around the side of her neck and bent down a bit so that my eyes were level with hers.

  “Tell me what’s going on, Em.”

  “I can’t stay. Somebody will get hurt. I don’t want anyone else hurt.”

  “You are crying your fucking eyes out right now. You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

  “I CAN’T stay.”

  “Why not?” I demanded, now beginning to really lose my patience.

  “Someone is going to get hurt,” she said, still crying and now moving toward her suitcase. I instinctively reached out to grab her wrist. Her eyes came to mine.

  “Emme, talk to me,” I pleaded.

  “I can’t. I have to go.”

  “You can’t just go. Tell me what’s going on.”

  She was becoming more and more frustrated and at that moment screamed, “STOP, PLEASE. ZANE, YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!”

  I released her wrist and took half of a step back, shocked at her response to me. What was happening to my sweet girl?

  Her face had a look of sheer terror on it.

  Seconds later, Wes boomed in my ear, “Zane, what the fuck is going on?”

  “Fuck if I know. I was asleep and woke up to her zipping that shit up,” I began as I pointed to the suitcase. “I’ve asked her what she is doing about ten times already. She won’t explain anything to me. Just keeps saying that she needs to go and she can’t stay. Says she doesn’t w
ant anyone else to get hurt. You’ve got any fucking clue what that means?”

  “Oh my God,” I heard Charley say.

  I turned to look at her. Something was up and she knew what it was. Charley kept her eyes on Emme, walked to her, and put her hands on either side of her face. Then she asked, “Did he contact you, Em?”

  My brows drew together at Charley’s question. Emme nodded.

  “He call?” Charley asked.

  Emme shook her head.

  “How?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Emme. How?” Charley asked again.

  Emme put her hand into the pocket of her hoodie and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to Charley. Charley read it and now tears were pouring down her cheeks. What. The. Fuck.

  “Charley?” Wes called, trying to refocus her.

  She handed him the piece of paper. He looked at it and then to my girl. “How did this get here, Em?”

  “I found it this morning. Came out to put a pot of coffee on. Saw it on the floor in front of the door. I think he slipped it under the door.”

  “He?” I asked as I walked over and took the paper out of Wes’ hand.

  “My ex, Seth,” Emme said.

  My head dropped to the piece of paper and with each word I read my blood began to boil.

  You think you can run away from me, you whore? You’re mine. You better get rid of your snowboarder before he gets a bullet, too. You’ll always be mine.

  Wes asked, “You mean he had someone do it for him?”

  The girls shook their heads in unison before Charley added, “After Seth killed Taj he was never caught. He went into hiding and they never found him. Emme and I moved here not only to get away from the painful memories, but to make sure that he’d never find her.”

  Fuck that shit. He wasn’t going to get to my girl. And he definitely wasn’t going to make her leave either. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my pants and walked out of the room. I found the number I was looking for, tapped on the screen, and held the phone to my ear. It rang twice.

  “Nearly ten in the morning on a Sunday, Zane. This better be good.”

  “Need your help, Levi. Going to text you an address. Need you to get here now. Bring Cruz with you.”

  Suddenly very alert, Levi asked, “You alright, man? What’s going on?”

  “Should have fucking called you a week ago when I learned of it to have you look in to this shit. Didn’t think twice about it though because my focus was on Emme. Found out last weekend that the real reason she moved here from California was because her ex-boyfriend beat the shit out of her. He did it for years, man — fucking years. And the last time she saw him was the night he beat her so bad she called Charley’s brother to come take her to the hospital. He got her out of there, but he was shot and killed by Emme’s ex. Levi, she landed in the hospital for weeks and nearly died. Girl only has one fucking kidney he beat her so bad. Just found out minutes ago that the fucker was never caught. He slid a note under her door this morning.”

  “One fucking kidney, Zane? She was beaten that badly?”

  “Dude, my blood is already boiling and I’m fucking livid as it is. Need to get back to her right now and I need you to get here.”

  “Right. Text me the address. I’m throwing on some clothes and getting Cruz. See you soon.”

  I disconnected the call and immediately sent a text to Levi with the address to Emme’s condo. I walked back out to the family room to find my sweet girl in the corner crying her eyes out. Wes had his arms wrapped around her and was talking softly to her trying to console her and offer her something in the way of comfort. He looked up and saw me approach.

  “You call them?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  Wes moved away from Emme as I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her into my body and whispered in her ear, “You aren’t running, Em. He’s never going to touch you again. I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep you safe, sweetheart. I promise you.”

  “Zane, please let me go,” she whispered. “I could never live with myself if something happened to you.”

  “Nothing is going to happen to me. And sorry, but I just got in here,” I said pointing to her head. “Not a chance I’m letting you go now.”

  “He’s dangerous, Zane. Please,” she pleaded with me.

  “Emme, listen. Two days ago, you became mine. Mine, meaning I do what I’ve got to do to protect you and keep you safe. Mine, meaning I make sure you feel loved and respected. Mine, meaning nobody, and I mean absolutely fuckin’ nobody, puts the fear in your eyes that I’m seeing right now. That motherfucker does not scare me and he better hope for his sake that I never find him because if I do, swear to God, Em, he’s going to wish he never harmed a single hair on your beautiful head.”

  With that, Emme gave in and curled her body into mine. I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I held her in my lap for a good while trying to settle her when I heard the knock at the door. Emme tensed.

  “It’s ok, Em. It’s Levi and Cruz.”

  Wes, who had moved to the kitchen with Charley, came out and went to open the door. I heard him talking to my brothers and then I heard him introduce them to Charley.

  Emme pulled her head back from my chest, which was now wet with her tears, and asked, “Why are they here?”

  I tilted my head at her and answered, “Seriously?”

  She held my eyes, but stayed quiet.

  Seconds later, Levi and Cruz entered the room. I could see the looks of concern all over their faces. Emme looked to them as they walked in. The tension in her body was palpable and I was hoping that before they left here she’d be reassured that they’d take care of this for her.

  “Hey, Emme,” Levi greeted as he sat on the chair opposite where we were sitting.

  “Hi, Levi,” she said, her voice a hushed whisper.

  Cruz came over and sat next to us on the couch and nodded to Emme. Wes sat in the chair next to Levi and Charley climbed into his lap.

  Emme looked to me and asked, “What’s going on?”

  I took the note that was left this morning and handed it off to Cruz. He read it, clenched his jaw, and passed it off to Levi.

  “Zane?” Emme persisted.

  “Sweetheart, Levi and Cruz are going to find him and make sure he never touches you.”

  Her eyes rounded and she looked to my brothers. “Oh my God. No, you can’t do that,” she said to them.

  “Why not?” Levi asked.

  “You’re both Zane’s brothers. Please don’t do this. I can’t be responsible for the death of a brother of another person I love,” she answered as she brought her eyes to Charley. My body went solid.

  Charley’s eyes had welled with tears, but she, too, realized what Emme had said.

  “Emme?” I said, my voice hoarse.

  She turned her head to look at me.

  “What did you just say?” I asked.

  “I don’t want Levi and Cruz to do this. Charley’s brother is no longer here because of me. If something happens to your brothers, Zane, I can’t…” she said before I cut her off.

  “Not that, Em. You said you didn’t want to be responsible for the death of a brother of another person you love.”

  She held my eyes for what felt like hours. “I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the day you took me to Yellowstone. I knew for sure the day Nikki and Monroe called you when I had another nightmare. You didn’t hesitate in coming here. Every day I’ve talked to or seen you since then I knew my love wasn’t misplaced.”

  “Yellowstone?” Charley said, pulling me out of my head.

  “Nightmare?” Levi said.

  Shit. Why did all of these people have to be here right now? My girl just admitted she loved me and I couldn’t do anything about it. At least, not the way that I wanted to.

  I looked to Levi and Cruz. “What do you need to know? We need to do this right because I’m not taking any chances with her, but we need to do it as quickl
y as possible.”

  “Can’t rush it, Zane. Need details.”

  “Levi, my girl just told me she loved me for the first time, at least the first time consciously. I’m feeling the need to do something about that. Need you to make it quick, brother.”

  He smirked and shook his head.

  “Your girl? And, what do you mean consciously?” Emme asked.

  “Yeah, Em. My girl. Why is that even a question? And, Aspen. The night you left the pub early. I found you asleep on the couch and I carried you to your bed. You said it then, but you were sleeping,” I answered while giving her a wink.

  “Ok, I hate to interrupt the declarations of love, but we need info,” Levi said.

  “No. You can’t,” she said as she sat up in my lap.

  Cruz spoke, “Beautiful, don’t know the full story yet, but with the very little that we know trust me when I say you won’t win this battle. Levi and I have every intention of finding this motherfucker. You giving us some details will only make our jobs easier.”

  “Emme?” Charley called. “Let them help.”

  “Charley,” she cried as the tears welled up in her eyes.

  “Honey,” Charley began. “I’ve lost my brother. It’s not your fault and you know I don’t blame you. Right now, I’m really worried about you. You’re my sister, and I need you safe. Please let them help. Don’t risk it because I can’t lose you, too.”

  Wes wrapped his arms a little tighter around Charley as we waited for Emme to say something.

  After a couple minutes of silence, she took a deep breath, looked to Levi, and asked, “What do you need to know?”

  The guys smiled at her, Charley let out a breath, and I squeezed Emme’s thigh. She had the support of everyone in this room and we’d do whatever was necessary to get her through this.

  “Going to need to know the basics about him. Name, last known address, physically identifying details, previous work, anything you know about his family, but also going to need to know some specifics about your relationship with him. Don’t want to put you through painful shit, beautiful, but the more we know about how he works, the better our chances are.”

  “His name is Seth Miller,” Emme said. She then went on to give Levi and Cruz all of the rest of the basic details.