Grinning, I pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, sunshine.” She beamed at me, and I brought our faces close together before whispering, “I missed you most. Don’t tell Mom.” Then I held out my pinky, and she linked it with hers, shaking on the secret.
My parents' driver, Anthony, had come to pick me up at the airport and had brought me straight to their house. My bags were still loaded in the Town Car, so I sent Anthony a text to let him know I was ready and gave a last round of hugs to everyone. With another promise to visit soon, I headed out to the car.
Chapter 2
Tucker
In London, I’d had the same house staff for almost the entire eight years I lived there. When I told them I was moving back to the States, I’d given all of them the choice to stay or go with me. I gave those who stayed a large severance package, but those who chose to relocate with me, I’d paid for their move and had my father’s assistant—well, my assistant now—help to find them new housing. With the exception of Kendra Bay, my live-in housekeeper. No one could ever replace my mother, but Kendra had become a close second, so I was ecstatic when she agreed to come with me.
I sent my staff on ahead, and all of my belongings, except what was in my two suitcases, had been shipped to my flat the week before. I was certain that Kendra had already unpacked everything. When I arrived at my new house, Kendra met me in the vestibule of the front elevator on the first floor of the flat. “Welcome home, Mr. Carrington.”
With a warm smile, I pulled her into a hug and chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re here, Kendra. And since when do you call me Mr. Carrington?”
She shrugged and winked as I released her. “Thought I’d give it a try.”
“And what did you think?”
“Don’t expect to hear it often, my boy,” she said as she patted my cheek, making me laugh. “I’ve left dinner in the refrigerator. You just need to heat it in the oven. I also stocked the kitchen, including all the items on your list.” She led me through the front door into the foyer, where I set down my suitcases, before following her to the left and through the dining room. We entered the large galley pantry that connected to the kitchen, and she showed me around the room so that I would be able to fend for myself and then gave me instructions on preparing the meal she’d left for me. She looked around and didn’t seem to find anything else that needed to be addressed. “That’s everything at the moment, I think. Now, since you gave me the night off, I’m going to get dolled up because I have a date.”
Surprised by her announcement, I raised a brow. “A date? Who’s this guy? I need to make sure he’s good enough for you.”
Kendra’s cheeks pinkened, making me even more amused and curious. She patted her gray hair that was swept up into a bun and smoothed out some nonexistent wrinkles in her black pants. “His name is Anthony, and as I understand it, he works for your father.”
I was speechless for a moment, but then I burst into laughter. Not because I thought it was a ridiculous idea, but because I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of how perfect they would be together before now. Both Kendra and Anthony were in their early fifties, widowed with grown children, and worked simply because retirement bored them. They were two of the best people I knew, and I wasn’t at all surprised that they had hit it off. Obviously, they’d met when Anthony had been dispatched to pick up Kendra when she arrived.
“I approve,” I told her when I’d stopped laughing. “But he better not try to steal you away from me.” A grin split my face when I added, “Also, sleepovers are not discouraged or prohibited in your contract. And he wouldn’t even have to do the walk of shame since you have your own elevator and entrance.”
Kendra rolled her eyes and sniffed. “This is only our second date, Tucker. He has a ways to go before he earns his way into my knickers.”
I snorted, and she glared at me before spinning around and marching through the kitchen door that led to her suite of rooms. I’d known Anthony for a long time, and I trusted him to treat Kendra right. But I made a mental note to have a “chat” with him about what would happen if he hurt her.
Still chuckling, I returned to the foyer for my suitcases. Then I took the elevator up to the third floor, which was comprised solely of the master suite, complete with a wraparound veranda and a sitting room that I’d had converted into an art studio. The elevator exited into another vestibule, and the door to the suite opened into a hallway. I headed left to unpack my bags in the bedroom. Once I was done, I explored the rest of the house so that I would be familiar enough to give Eva a thorough tour.
Returning to the bedroom, I took a quick shower, then I wrapped a towel around my waist and stood at the sink to trim my thin beard. Despite the fact that I was biologically related to my adopted father, I looked nothing like him or my adopted mom. I took after my birth mother with dark hair, tan skin, and brown eyes, though my six-foot-two height and muscular build came from the Carrington side of the family. I stayed in shape with regular workouts, but when I moved to England, I’d also taken up playing rugby. I even managed to find a league in New York so I could continue to play.
I’d been told I was easy on the eyes, but the only ones I was interested in were Eva’s. The thought prompted me to check my watch, and I saw that it was nearing eight. I hurried my pace, wanting to arrive at my destination shortly after the hour. Once I’d dressed in black slacks with a black jacket and button-down shirt with an open collar, I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out.
I took the elevator down to the building’s garage and jogged over to my designated space where my Jag was parked. I’d considered using a driver, but I wanted to be alone with Eva, especially if she put up a fight. I hadn’t seen her in person in eight years, and the last time, I’d hurt her feelings. I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I was in for, but if she didn’t come willingly, I wasn’t above dragging her ass home and tying her to our bed. I had no doubt she would be screaming her forgiveness once I’d eaten her pussy a few times. I’d make sure she’d come around to my way of thinking before I popped her cherry and bred her.
As usual, traffic was a bitch, but I arrived at the small, Mediterranean restaurant in the Village at around half-past eight. Who the fuck takes a date to this cheap hole in the wall? I pulled into a parking garage conveniently located next door and slipped the attendant three hundred dollars to keep the car parked right in front of his booth. This way, I’d be able to get right in and drive out without waiting. The sooner the car was moving, the less time Eva would have to try to escape.
It hadn’t taken me more than a few days in London to realize that I’d never survive the distance if I didn’t have eyes or ears on Eva at all times and receive regular updates. And since I was very fucking good at what I did, I’d tapped Eva’s cell phone and hacked all of her computers and accounts so I always knew what she was up to and continued to scare the hell out of any man she tried to date.
My access to her calendar was how I knew exactly when and where she would be tonight. I was immensely happy that this would be the last time I would need to send her date running. I probably could have waited until after...or taken her before, but this seemed much more entertaining.
I entered the restaurant and ignored the hostess’s greeting as my gaze swept over the small space until it landed on the object of my obsession. My breath stalled in my lungs as I took her in. I had thousands and thousands of photos of Eva Kendal, but none of them had truly captured her beauty. Her long, white-blond hair was swept up into some kind of knot on the back of her head. I immediately decided I was going to pull it down pin by pin while she sucked my cock. She was facing the windows just to my left, so I had a clear view of her bright blue eyes, button nose, and full, rosebud lips. She was wearing a long-sleeved, straight green dress that fell past her knees and low-heeled pumps. I felt an arrogant grin stretch across my face. Her outfit clearly conveyed that this night would not be ending with sex. Well...not with the dickhead sitting across from her anyway. I was going to peel th
at nun-like dress from her body slowly, licking every inch of skin as it was exposed.
My dick was hard as a baseball bat, and for the first time, I didn’t bother to try to hide it. Let her date see what he was losing to. He was a thin guy of medium height and had muddy brown hair that I could tell from the side was slicked back from his face. I was confident in my assumption that he was probably equipped with a pee-wee bat, versus my major league cock.
I knew Eva was a virgin and hadn’t seen this asshole’s pecker—she better not have or I’m going to kill the son of a bitch. Still, it didn’t stop me from wanting to prove that I was more man than this guy would ever be. It would be pretty obvious once she saw the monster between my legs.
Eva smiled at something he said, and my lips dropped into a frown. I didn’t want her smiles being directed at anyone but me from now on. It was time to get this bullshit over with. The hostess again tried to get my attention, but I just waved her off as I marched over to Eva’s table.
I stopped when I was right in front of it, standing between the two occupants. My eyes were glued to my gorgeous girl as I crooned, “Hello, Eva-bear.”
She froze for a second before her head flew up and to the side, meeting my gaze. Surprise flitted in her blue pools, then bright joy and a flash of desire before it was quickly snuffed out and replaced with irritation. “What the hell are you doing here, Tucker?”
I raised a brow and touched a finger to her bottom lip before tracing them both. “Don’t dirty this pretty mouth with language like that, baby,” I scolded softly, an undercurrent of warning in my tone.
“Excuse me, we’re on a date!” The pipsqueak sitting opposite my girl dragged my attention away, his nasal voice immediately grating on my nerves.
I swung my head his way, and the violent scowl on my face had his draining of all color while he shrank back in his seat. “Leave,” I commanded.
I didn’t react to Eva’s gasp, keeping my eyes trained on the little shit as he swallowed hard. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, his voice cracking from the effort it was obviously taking him to try to be brave. It was a wasted effort because my hand shot out to grasp the knot of his tie and lift him to his feet as he sputtered and choked.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” I snarled. When I let go, he stumbled backward before running to the door like his ass was on fire. I shook my head and took his seat, stretching my legs out sideways from the chair and returning my gaze to my woman. Damn, she was so sexy in her prim and proper little getup. I’d known Eva all her life, and I knew what kind of fire she was hiding beneath the boring façade. I wondered if she would mind if I ripped it off her delectable body.
“Tucker!” Eva snapped, drawing me out of my thoughts. “What the hell was that?”
I narrowed my eyes and mimicked her tone. “Language, Eva.”
“Don’t tell me…” She broke off and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “You know what? Forget it.” Her chin dropped forward, and she stared at me with a mixture of anger and curiosity. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
The hostess chose that moment to approach our table, keeping me from responding right away. She leaned down much farther than necessary to place a menu in front of me. Her tits were practically falling out of the deep V of her shirt. I grimaced and just barely restrained the impulse to gag at the cloud of perfume surrounding her. When she straightened, my eyes returned to Eva, and I smirked at the daggers she was shooting toward the obnoxious woman. Jealousy looked hot as fuck on my girl. And it strengthened my belief that it wouldn’t take much to bring her around to my way of thinking.
When the hostess finally left, I smiled and leaned over the table, reaching a hand out to draw a single digit from her temple to her jaw. “I’ve come for you, Eva-bear.”
She squeezed her lids shut for a beat and sighed. “I’m twenty-four years old, Tucker. Stop calling me that!” Her voice had risen at the end of her demand, and she quickly glanced around to see if she’d disturbed anyone. I was sure plenty of the patrons were paying attention, but they were all pretending to be engrossed in their food.
“It doesn’t matter how old you are, baby. You’ll always be my Eva-bear.”
She screwed up her face and rose from her seat, then came to stand in front of me. She crossed her arms under her ample tits and the action pushed them up, making my mouth water. “Great, did you come here just to tell me that you will always see me as a child?” she growled adorably.
My eyes drifted to the top of her head before slowly traveling down, taking in every one of her features until they’d reached her toes. “Just because I call you by a nickname I gave you when you were a child doesn’t mean I don’t see the sexy, grown-up woman standing in front of me.” I looked up to see her mouth slightly open, and her eyes rounded with shock. Grabbing her hips, I dragged her between my legs. I loved how round and wide they were, perfect for carrying my babies. I also couldn’t fucking wait to hold those curves in my hands while I buried my cock in her pussy over and over again.
Her tits were right at eye level, but I succeeded in keeping my attention on her face, though it was extremely difficult. “Now, let’s get back to my reason for being here.”
She frowned and cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean, you’re here for me?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Did my dad send you? Or Trevor?”
My hands stayed on her hips as I planted my feet on the ground and pushed up out of the chair. Then I slid them up her sides, allowing my thumbs to brush along the undersides of her breasts and smiled when I felt her tiny shiver. I ended their exploration at her neck, wrapping my hands around it and forcing her chin up with my thumbs. “No, Eva-bear. I meant exactly what I said. I’ve come for you. No one sent me, and no one is going to stop me from taking you.”
My gorgeous girl inhaled sharply and tried to shake her head, but my firm grip stopped the movement. “T-taking me?” she sputtered. Something in her eyes clued me into the fact that she had picked up on my double entendre but wasn’t sure if I’d meant it.
I nodded and dropped my eyes to the large bulge straining against the zipper of my pants. When I looked up at her again, I was satisfied that her gaze had followed mine because she was still staring at my cock. “You’re mine, Eva-bear. And I’m taking you in every way possible.”
Eva gaped at me and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the damn hostess was intruding again. “Sir, is there anything you need? I can—”
I would never hit a woman, but I did give her the same deadly glare I’d leveled on Eva’s “date.” She stumbled back a few steps, almost toppling over on her ridiculously high heels. Although they looked trashy on her, I admitted to myself that I would love to feel them digging into my back as I fucked Eva fast and hard.
If my dick got any bigger, it was going to rip a hole in my three-thousand dollar, custom-tailored dress pants, trying to get to Eva. I was tired of having an audience and was practically vibrating with my need for her. It was time to get the fuck out of there before I dragged her to the bathroom and took her like an animal.
I glowered at the hostess, and she squeaked as she hurried back to the front of the restaurant. Then I turned and threw some money on the table before scooping Eva into my arms and stalking out the front door.
Chapter 3
Tucker
Eva was silent as I carried her out the door to my waiting car. Surprised at her lack of reaction, I glanced down at her face and almost laughed. She was glaring at me as though she was trying to murder me with her eyes. It was so fucking cute, all I wanted to do was press her up against the nearest wall and kiss the hell out of her.
However, it could wait until I had her safely ensconced in our home. The attendant tossed me my keys, and I caught them with the hand behind Eva’s back. He opened the passenger side door, and I started to thank him when I noticed him eyeballing Eva’s chest. I practically growled, startling him, and when he clocked my expression, he went running back to
his booth.
I placed Eva in her seat and swiftly pulled the seat belt across her, clicking it into place. Then I slammed the door shut and hit the lock button as I jogged around the front of the Jag. I used the key to open the door and dropped into the driver’s seat. Eva had just managed to unfasten her seat belt, and I shot my arm out to grab it and fasten it once more.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “You can take me home.”
“You read my mind, Eva-bear,” I chuckled.
“Are you planning on scaring everyone to death?” she snipped a minute later.
I laughed and shook my head, yet my voice was firm when I answered, “Only the ones who can’t keep their eyes off what’s mine. Or interfere with my plans.”
“Yours?” she repeated quietly.
I gave her a hard look. “Mine.”
To my surprise, she was quiet after that. Until I approached 65th Street, where her apartment was located, several blocks to the east. "You can turn here,” she informed me with a wave of her right hand. I continued straight and saw her turn her head toward me out of the corner of my eye. “Or 68th.” Which was the next street that went east.
When I passed that one too, she twisted her whole body in my direction, and I glanced over to see her scrutinizing me. “I thought you were taking me home.”
I nodded as I looked back to the road. “I am.”
“Where exactly do you think my home is?” she asked, her tone exasperated.
“You’ll see, baby. Be patient.”
“Be patient? You’re practically kidnapping me, Tucker!”
I stifled a grin and shrugged. “Not practically,” I explained in a pleasantly neutral tone as though we were discussing the weather. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Eva gasped and reared back, bumping into the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” she shouted.
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