Blackbird (A Stepbrother Romance #1)(43)
Once I graduated, everything would be mine. All of it. The company, the house, the estate, the fortune.
The first thing I was going to do was accept Martin Ross’ resignation from the position my mother had secured for him. I’d make sure Mom was well taken care of. If she wanted to take care of her husband in turn, that was her business. I hadn’t spoken with her about it yet, but I think she knew. She refused to believe me about the abuse, and I couldn’t very well tell her I’d spent hours with Eve with both of us in the nude, tracing the ridged scars on her back. I never imagined he’d left permanent marks on her until she disrobed for me in the light for the first time. I wasn’t sure what the marks were that first night when it was dark in the room and she wouldn’t come out from under the covers. When I saw, I knew. Scars. From the edge of a belt biting into her skin. They were old and faded, just lines in the way old scars are, but that’s what they were. He’d whipped her until she bled.
I wanted to kill him. Twist his head right off his skinny little neck. For Eve’s sake, I didn’t. I’d just send him far away from her and keep her for myself. I won. I saved the virgin princess from the monster. In a couple of months everything would be perfect.
We’d even talked about the idea of children a few times. Not really talked, like a serious conversation, but once in a while one or the other of us would drop a line about the kids we were going to have, here or there.
Eve stirred next to me. I always woke up first. I liked watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful with her head pillowed on my arm, her pale hair tousled around the bed. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched, and put her arms around my neck. Bare under the sheets, she pressed her chest to mine. Her nipples were hard and it wasn’t from the cold. Late March, so it was cold in the room but we were piled up in blankets. She had a roommate and a dorm of her own but she might as well have lived with me. Her hands slipped under the covers and I rolled her onto her back and kissed her. She giggled into my mouth and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I was already hard for her, I woke up ready as usual. After our first few months together we were committed, so she went on the pill and we stopped using protection.
Nothing was so sweet as entering her. Eve was wet and ready, her hot silky walls gripping me as I moved on top of her and entered her in a slow, gradually building thrust that made her let out an anxious, throaty moan that ended in a breathy little gasp. She was shivering and there was gooseflesh on her arms, so I pulled the blankets up a round our necks and warmed her with my breath. She felt so small and fragile beneath me, delicate in a way that made me move slowly, savor the sensations of moving inside her. Every gentle thrust made me shudder, and then she dug her heels into my thighs and urged me on, faster, harder. She only seemed fragile, it was an illusion. She’d been whipped into something harder than that. When it’s cold enough, ice is harder than steel. Eve melted in my arms, but the strength didn’t.
Her nails clawed into my back and she bit my shoulder. It stung, it hurt, and it only made me want her more. Rocking the whole bed with my movements. She slid her arms around my neck and bucked her hips under me.
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. It felt so f*cking good when her weight pressed her down in my lap, driving my shaft deep inside her. She sat up and let the blankets fall away, and wriggled her hips in a circle, eyes closed, biting her lip in concentration. Eve had confessed to me that she thought she was ugly. I had no idea where that idea came from. She thought her nose was too long and sharp, I thought it was cute. She thought she had a weasely face, I thought she looked like some exotic fox. She thought her hair was dull and lifeless, I thought it was like burnished silver and felt like silk. She thought it was ugly the way the veins stood out under her skin when she was cold, tracing a road map across her skin. I thought it made her beautiful and strange. I held her by the ribs as she moved her hips in rolling thrusts, her face pinching in an adorable mask of pleasure as she rode me.
Eve doubled forward and I grabbed her hips to stop her movement, made her go still. She sat on me with my cock buried inside her until I gently pushed her off and rolled her onto her side, and pressed against her back. I guided myself inside her from behind, lying against her, and cupped her breasts in my hands and buried my face in her sweet smelling hair. She smelled like lilacs, from her favorite shampoo, and she smelled like Eve. There is no other smell like that. Eve just smells like Eve. I moved one hand down her stomach, slowed my own movements. It was agony to hold back. By now I knew her body perfectly. She grasped my wrist in one hand, clasped the other to her chest over mine. With my cock inside her and my fingers working her stiff little clit, she started to pant and tighten up almost instantly, her moans turning into little squeaks as she squeezed my wrist. I started to thrust harder as I could feel her getting close, let myself go. It was tough to time it this way but I had practice. When she started to shudder and her body tensed like coiled springs I knew it was coming. She was so hot and tight. I wrapped my arms around her body and exploded inside her as she thrashed against me, kicking her little feet, bucking in my arms, the little noises she made almost pained. After a while she went limp, lying sideways on the bed. I didn’t draw out of her.
“I have a class,” she sighed.
“When?”
‘Ten.”
“It’s nine. Let’s do it again.”
She smiled softly and disentangled herself from my arms.