Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1)

by K. Webster

  “Going somewhere in a hurry, Eden?”

  She whips around so fast that now all of her hair is practically caught up in her lip gloss. Her friend giggles and plops down very unladylike on the middle of the sidewalk. I lean my back against the brick wall and raise a brow at her. Why in the hell she’s covering up her real name is beyond me.

  Once she makes sure her friend is okay, she storms over to me. When she nears me, I automatically reach for her to tug the strands away from her lips. The movement catches her off guard and she gapes at me.

  “What is wrong with you?” she hisses.

  Smirking, I trail my fingers along her long neck only to have them swatted away. “You, Eden. You’re what’s wrong with me.”

  “Stop calling me that!” Her voice raises a few octaves and she once again flicks her gaze over her shoulder as if someone might hear.

  Stepping away from the wall, I lean into her so that our chests touch. My hand snags her hipbone and I hold her to me. When my lips drop to her ear, she whimpers again. Despite her pissy attitude, she wants me.

  “I’ll call you whatever I want. In fact, by the end of tonight, you’ll be begging me to say your name, sugar. Want to bet on it?”

  She scoffs and narrows her eyes at me. “I can assure you, Zeke, I will never beg for anything.”

  Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, I draw her closer and dip my lips almost to hers. She smells fruity like before and I want to suck on her like a peach in the middle of summer. When she licks her lips, my cock hardens between us. The small moan it elicits from her causes my lips to quirk up on one side.

  I barely graze my lips across hers so that I can inhale her ragged breaths but don’t make any moves to kiss her. We stay frozen in this pose until I murmur out my question.

  “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  Another moan. I’m quickly losing any shred of self-control I had but I am determined to make my point.

  “No,” she lies.

  I nuzzle my nose against hers, keeping my lips a hair away from hers, and slide my hand a little lower to cover her nice round ass. “Are you sure, sugar?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, you want me to kiss you?”

  She grumbles in frustration but leans further into me when I caress her ass.

  “I want to kiss you,” I breathe against her mouth. “I haven’t kissed anyone in four years.”

  My confession draws her lust-filled eyes to mine and her brows furrow in confusion. “You haven’t?”

  “No, and I haven’t slept with anyone in that long either. Can I kiss you?” I growl and thumb her jaw with my other hand.

  Her eyes flutter back. “Yes.”

  Grinning against her, I tease, “What do you say?”

  “Please,” she pants, “Please kiss me.”

  Before she gets the words out, I press my lips to hers, gentle at first. But when I squeeze her ass and she moans, I urge my tongue into her mouth and taste her for the first time.

  So fucking sweet.

  Her tongue is tentative at first but she soon understands our dance and joins in. My cock grows impossibly harder when she rests her palms on my chest and then slides them up to my shoulders.

  I want all of her.

  Now.

  Twisting her in my arms, I haul her over to the brick wall. She yelps but doesn’t stop making out with me. In fact, when I slip my other hand down to her ass and lift her, she hooks her legs around my hips.

  “Oh, God!” she moans the second my dick presses against the part of her that most likely drips for me.

  “You like that?” I murmur and grind against her.

  My nuts are about to explode at having her this way but when she whimpers that she does like this, I let her drop to her feet so my cock will settle.

  “Stay with me.” My words aren’t a question but a command.

  A kitten-like mewl escapes her and indecision wars over her features. Her blue eyes are narrowed and she chews on her swollen bottom lip. I can see she’s not the type of girl who normally has one-night stands and that’s what I like most about her—her innocence.

  But I won’t take no for an answer.

  The kiss.

  Oh. My. God.

  Parker has kissed me countless times and only once with a brief appearance of his tongue that nearly choked me. His kiss was never like this though.

  So dizzying. Confusing. Hot as the hell Daddy always preaches about.

  The thought of kissing Zeke more and better yet, going upstairs with him, is the biggest temptation I’ve ever encountered. Can I let my hair down for one night and be free to go with what feels good versus what is expected of me?

  Will the Lord forgive me?

  “Uh, I don’t know,” I murmur, “I’m not that kind of girl.”

  He smirks and it only further wets my panties. This man affects me in ways no other man ever has. Parker’s hand holding sure as heck doesn’t get me wet. In fact, the only time my panties have ever been wet like this is when I passed Rebecca’s older brother Seth in the hallway when I spent the night once. He’d been wearing boxers only and was sporting a hard-on bigger than Dallas. I’d excused myself after that and later touched myself in the dark while she slept beside me.

  Perhaps I have whorish tendencies.

  The Lord forgave me then. I think.

  “I never said you were that kind of girl, sugar,” he murmurs and seizes my lips again.

  A shiver quakes through me when he palms my butt again with both hands. He’s touching me more than Parker ever has—yet it’s not enough. My skin buzzes with each caress and each kiss. I do want more of him, there’s no denying that.

  “I’m not very experienced,” I hiss as his lips trail down my neck. Slipping my fingers into his gorgeous hair, I stare up at the starry night and lose myself to this man as he devours my flesh.

  “You not being very experienced is a fucking turn-on,” he breathes against my neck before nibbling me there.

  I moan again and nearly collapse when his fingers drag the back of my skirt up in a torturous, slow way. His big hands nearly cover my entire butt and I want to know what it feels like—skin to skin.

  Honk!

  The blast from the cab at the curb scares the crap out of me and I jump in Zeke’s arms. He tries to hold me in his grip but I wriggle away and rush over to Rebecca who is trying to stand.

  When I shoot a glance over my shoulder, he’s watching me with a sexy, angry glint in his emerald eyes and has his arms folded across his sculpted chest. My God, he’s beautiful.

  “I texted Seth to ask him to let me in the house but I accidentally texted my dad instead,” Rebecca pouts as she stands.

  “Oh no, what did he say?” I question, chewing on my lip. I should be worrying about her wellbeing but all I can think about is whether he’s told Daddy.

  “Don’t worry. I told him I came with some other friends so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Are you staying with the man who looks like he wants to eat you?” she giggles.

  I exhale with a rush of loud breath and nod. “Does that make me a whore?”

  My best friend beams at me and throws her arms around me. “Eden, you could never be a whore. I’m only a text away if things get weird. Otherwise, I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Seth can run me by to get my car and you can come home with me then.”

  As she pulls away, I frown. “This feels so wrong, Bec. But at the same time, he awakens a part of me that nobody but your brother ever has.”

  She flings open the cab door and scrunches her nose at me. “Ew. Please tell me you never slept with Seth.”

  I shake my head and laugh, “No, but he is hot.”

  “Stahhhp,” she groans as she climbs in the car. “Bye, babe. Have fun and let loose. One night without your dad or Parker is the whole reason we went to these lengths tonight. They’ll be there tomorrow waiting for you with their pompous, condescending smiles.”

  She’s right.

  Rebecca is always right
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  “Text me the minute you get home,” I order before I close the door.

  The cab spins out and is soon gone.

  A chill skitters through me when a warm, now familiar hand, slides around my belly. His scent invades me and I lean my back against his chest. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

  This is reckless.

  And sinful.

  So bad.

  Yet, I’m dying for more of his touch. I’m a needy addict who’s had her first hit of a drug that gives her a high she’s never experienced.

  “Come, sugar.”

  I nod and turn in his arms. He drops a sweet kiss on my nose before taking my hand. With every step toward the building, me trailing behind him, my anxiety rises. What if I’m way too inexperienced for him? What if he laughs at me? What if I don’t turn him on?

  The brunette waitress shoots me a scalding glare as we pass and Zeke flips her the bird. He’s dragging me along, so much so, that by the time we make it to the stairs, the other bartender with the burly beard steps in front of him and raises a questioning brow.

  “Everything okay, little lady?” the man grunts at me.

  Zeke glances over his shoulder at me and the moment his heat-filled eyes find mine, the anxiety dissolves. His desire for me is ever present and it squashes my self-doubt.

  “Yes, thank you,” I peep out.

  Zeke mutters out “asshole” to the guy who in turn laughs as we pass and ascend the stairs. My heart flips and flops inside of my chest. I’m not sure how this will go down. Will I undress? Will he undress me? Will we kiss while we make love?

  He retrieves a key from his pocket and soon we’re inside of the door at the end of the landing. Once he tugs me inside, he slams the door shut and locks it. When his eyes meet mine, I shudder.

  “Um, I, uh,” I stammer.

  His scowl morphs into an amused grin—the corners of his lips twitching and his green eyes blazing in a playful way. “You’re over-thinking it, Eden. That is your name, right?”

  With a curt nod, I glance down at my feet. “Yeah.”

  “And you have that fake ID because you’re not quite twenty-one?”

  “Not quite.”

  My eyes skim past the man who dizzies and allures me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. His apartment is a studio apartment with a big bed under the window, a door which leads to a small kitchenette, and another closed door that I presume is the bathroom. There’s a recliner in the corner but nothing in the way of real living room furniture. It’s empty, under decorated, and basic.

  “Have you not lived here long?” I question and drag my gaze over to him.

  “A week.” He’s working the buttons on his black dress shirt and I become mesmerized by the action. His shirt has to be peeled from his body and beneath it, he dons a white tank that stretches over his muscled chest. Tattoos cover every inch of exposed flesh.

  He looks dangerous.

  But oh, so hot.

  “I see,” I peep. “I, um, maybe I should go to the bathroom and freshen up.”

  His throaty chuckle reverberates its way down between my legs and a sweat breaks out over my skin. “Sugar, you’re not going to stall anymore. I can barely see straight because you fucking blind me with how sexy you are—all coy and shit.”

  I start to protest that I’m not stalling, even though I am, but my words die in my throat the second he tugs his shirt up over his head. He’s a brilliant work of art and I could spend days viewing the colorful pictures all over his body. Each contoured muscle on his upper body begs to be licked and tasted.

  “Come here,” he orders, his tone firm but filled with want.

  I drop my small wristlet that holds my phone on the table by the front door and slip out of my shoes. Everything in me screams to run toward the half-naked man in front of me. The sane part begs me to be cool. Sexy. A real woman.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, Eden.”

  His words, so sweet, rush through my veins. All I ever get from Parker is that I look “nice”.

  “Uh, thank you, but um,” I start yet am silenced when he prowls over to me.

  “But nothing. Gorgeous as hell. A body that’s all mine for the night. And that mouth,” he growls as his fingers slide to my butt again. “Jesus, that mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I wince at him saying the Lord’s name but I can’t deny that I don’t adore the way he thinks I’m beautiful.

  His lips dip to mine and his kiss is gentle. I slip my fingers up his bare chest and rub my palms over his muscles with greed. He’s firm and warm. I want him crushing me with his body when he finally takes me.

  I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss. This must spur him on because he lifts me again as if I weigh nothing. Like the whore I’m quickly becoming, I hook his waist and kiss him like my life depends on it. My panties are wet again and I worry what he’ll think about that—which is one of the reasons I wanted to freshen up.

  “I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters against my lips. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you.”

  I may be the less experienced between Rebecca and I but I know exactly what he means. He stops and lowers us on to the bed to which my heart rate races. This is happening. No turning back now.

  Tonight I’m not Daddy’s little girl. I’m not Parker’s perfect girlfriend.

  Tonight, I’m Zeke’s Eden. His sugar. His whore.

  I’m not sure what to expect but when he breaks our kiss and rolls me onto my chest, I am confused. As soon as his fingers trail up the back of my thighs, though, I forget what it is that I was even worrying about.

  “I need to see this ass,” he explains with a low, guttural groan.

  I whimper and nod, tucking my arms under my chest because I’m unsure what to do with them. With a rough shove, he pushes my skirt up over my butt and it bunches at my hips, exposing my panties to him.

  “White. So simple. Not what I expected.”

  His words embarrass me and my skin flushes. I’m not at all sexy. I’m boring and plain because of Daddy. Even Mom’s panties are simple and provide full coverage. Daddy won’t allow anything else in our household.

  “Jesus, Eden, do you blush everywhere,” he exclaims as he drags his fingers over my butt cheek. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It’s fucking hot as hell.”

  “Oh.” I relax until he starts dragging my panties down. If he sees my wet panties, I’ll die!

  Luckily, they drop to my ankles and save me the embarrassment.

  But it’s short-lived the second I feel his hot breath in the crack of my butt. “What are you doing?” I hiss and try to squirm away.

  His powerful hands grip my waist and hold me in place. “I’m going to eat your pussy, sugar.”

  I grin at how her body quivers with anticipation and nervousness. She wasn’t lying when she said she was inexperienced. Clearly, she hasn’t had her pussy eaten from behind before.

  And I’m about to devour it.

  Spreading her legs apart, I inhale her aroused scent. It sets off an alpha need within me and I crave to own every part of her mind and body. She may think this is a one-night stand.

  But I don’t do one-night stands.

  I’m obsessive and possessive. It’s just who I am.

  When I take her, I’ll want her again and again.

  She’s not going anywhere.

  “You smell so fucking good, sugar.”

  Her ass wiggles and I spread her cheeks open. I blow a breath down her crack and tongue the opening of her pussy. It’s wet and musky and I want to suck and taste every part of it.

  “Omigod, omigod, omigod,” she chants.

  The moment I shove my tongue into her tight hole, she bucks off the bed, squeezing her ass cheeks together. Instead of giving her the reprieve she thinks she wants, I drag her to my face and bury my nose deeper between her cheeks and thrust my tongue as far as it’ll go.

  “Please, Zeke, stop,” she begs.

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nbsp; Releasing one of her hips, I wrap my arm around her so I can finger her clit. She melts again and shoves her ass back in my face. The woman does not want me to stop despite how much she may think she does.

  “Oh God,” she shrieks and her body freezes for a moment before she shudders like a possessed woman. I don’t stop my assault on her pussy until the quivers subside.

  “That was…” she trails off.

  I slide my tongue out of her and pop her on the ass. “The best fucking orgasm of your life?”

  She starts to roll around to face me but she’s right where I want her. “Mmm-hmm.”

  “We’re not done, Eden,” I growl as I stand.

  Her white ass smarts pink from the slap I gave her and my dick thickens at the beauty of it. This woman is perfect. I work the buckle on my belt with one hand and reach for the nightstand with the other. Grant, the smart bastard, left me a box of condoms too. I yank one out and sheath my throbbing cock the second I’ve shed myself of the rest of my clothes.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, sugar, that you’ll be ruined for any other man. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had—the best you will ever have. That much’s a fact,” I smirk.

  Her back heaves with each shuddered breath of anticipation. I drag my cock between the crack of her ass and let it slide against her dripping pussy. Her moan is erotic as fuck and it takes everything in me not to slam into her.

  “Hurry,” she whines. “Please.”

  I chuckle as I fist my cock, teasing her entrance. “I told you that you’d be begging, Eden.”

  She growls in frustration so I give her exactly what she wants. Her opening is tight but now that it’s all lubed up from her epic climax, I’ll soon push my thickness into her—every single massive inch. Grabbing on to her hip with one hand, I drive into her tight heat.

  Her scream is otherworldly and I nearly black out from how fucking fantastic she feels. I hiss out in pleasure as her body grips mine in a way that renders me immobile. If I move, I’ll probably come and make a goddamned ass of myself.

  “Eden,” I grunt and buck against her once I’ve regained my composure. “You’re perfect.”

  Her moans are making her body quiver uncontrollably. I know I can draw another orgasm from her. Leaning forward, I slide my hand back around to her front and locate her swollen nub. She calms her breathing and is soon rotating her ass in a way that has me on the verge of coming.