Read Online Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) by K Webster - Free Book Online

door tonight.”
    His words are sweet and I realize that we both have been in our own little worlds of pain, searching for some sort of freedom. Maybe fate did bring us together so that we could find someone else to share that with.
    Turning in his arms, splashing water all over the place, I climb into his lap and our lips immediately connect. He straightens his legs and I straddle him. Our mouths are a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth and soon he’s guiding me over his thickness. Despite being sore, it feels good with the hot water as he bucks into me.
    One of his hands grips my ass while the other pinches my nipple and I moan in delight. Earlier, when he probed me with his thumb, I was horrified but when the earth shattered around me with the intensity of my orgasm, I decided it wasn’t so bad after all.
    It was amazing in fact.
    “God, Eden,” he grunts into my mouth, “you’re killing me. I want you— all of you . Please don’t leave me.”
    The vulnerability in his words slices through me. “I don’t want to leave.”
    We slosh and splash but I’m too wiped out to continue. “Zeke,” I pant, “I can’t move.”
    He stands with me in his arms and climbs out of the tub. I grip onto his shoulders for dear life as he stumbles out of the bathtub. I yelp when he drops me onto the cold countertop, never breaking our physical connection.
    “Lean back. I want your head against the mirror,” he rasps out. His eyes are dark with lust and I crave for him to take me however he wants.
    Obliging him, I lean back and lock eyes with him as he pounds into me. He grips the outside of my thighs with a strength that should scare me but doesn’t. I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises and a sick part of me can’t wait to run my fingers over them later.
    “So beautiful,” he praises and slips a finger between the lips of my sex. He expertly massages me as if he’s been doing it his entire life.
    “Yes,” I gasp and stars blind me from another mind-boggling orgasm.
    The man owns a part of my inner animal that I never knew existed.
    “Fuck.” He thrusts into me hard enough for my head to slam the glass behind me. Blackness washes over my vision for a moment from the impact. But I let out a moan when his hot climax drenches me from the inside.
    His eyes find mine but he doesn’t pull out despite the fact that he’s softening and his orgasm drips out of me.
    “You broke the mirror,” he smirks.
    He pulls me away from it and I turn my head to see. My blond hair is a wild mess, my eye makeup is smudged, but I’m smiling. Blood streaks the mirror and it’s all I can do to stifle a giggle.
    “And you broke me.” I burst into laughter as I tenderly touch the back of my head. “Is it bad?”
    He finally withdraws from me and gets me to my feet. Turning in his arms, I face the mirror. His come runs from me and down my thighs. I like the sensation—like I belong to him.
    “It’s a small cut and not bleeding much. You’ll be okay, sugar.”
    My heart flutters at his words and I meet his gaze in the mirror. His face matches mine—a mutual satisfaction.
    “Come on, you naughty little girl,” he chuckles. “Let’s get you to bed before you make me do any other sinful shit. You’ve worn this old man out.”
    Thirty minutes later, we’re clean again and curled up together under the covers in the dark. His naked body pressed against my backside warms me and I want to stay in his strong arms forever. Tonight has been a step away from reality—a reality I don’t ever want to go back to.
    I want to be Zeke’s Eden.
    Not Daddy’s little girl.
    Or Parker’s cold fish girlfriend.
    I want to be the whore on the side. Zeke’s whore.
    But what happens when I have to face reality? When my parents wonder where I’m at? What I’ve been up to?
    “My mom went to Cal State. You should check into it. Mom’s an alum and would love to talk your ear off about the education system needing more teachers,” he says into my