Shadows (18 page)

"So that's who that man was?"

"Yes. She hates doctor offices so he makes an
exception for her and does home visits."

"Is she okay?"

"She says she just lost her footing, but the
doctor and I disagree. I'm not sure what happened, but I don't
believe for a minute she tripped. He wanted her to be seen at his
office, so he could run some tests, but she refused. She's so
stubborn." He runs his hand through his hair, and my favorite lock
of hair makes its presence known by gracing his forehead. I gently
brush it away before burying my face in his neck.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can
do?"

He wraps his arms around me and runs his
fingers up and down my back. "No, I just need to relax. I can't
force her to do anything." I nod my head and kiss his neck. "That's
it. I can't take this anymore. I need to feel you. We are going
inside." He picks me up by my waist and I wrap my legs around him.
He's determined and I'm not stopping him. I really need to feel him
too.

He plops me down on our bed. It seems crazy to
think of it as ours. We’ve only known each other for a short time,
but that’s what it is. It’s ours. He starts trying to take my
jacket off, but the sleeves get stuck. He's flustered and I start
laughing. He pulls on my sleeve again, but it won't budge. "Stop
laughing at me woman. This is an emergency. Take off that damn
jacket, in fact I want you to take off everything right now before
I find scissors and start cutting them off." I look up at him to
find his smile, but he's serious. He wouldn't really do that would
he? Turning, he starts to rummage through the dresser drawer. I
don't know what he's looking for, but I'm not taking any chances.
Pulling my arms out of the jacket, I quickly shed my clothes,
tossing them onto the floor. I scoot back on the bed laying on the
pillows against the headboard.

"There. Found them." Turning around, he
dangles a pair of metal handcuffs from his finger. What the hell?
My arousal comes to a complete halt. I slightly shake my head no.
My heart is slamming in my chest. Is he really planning on using
those? "Don't worry they aren't real. They are props from a
Halloween costume I wore last year. They don’t even need keys." He
kneels one leg on the bed. Sitting straight up I try to scoot back,
but I have nowhere to go. Theron grabs my ankle with free hand and
pulls me down the bed towards him. I'm lying on my back as he
crawls over me. "Wrists." I don't move. I just slightly shake my
head no. "Would I hurt you?"

"No?" I meant it as a statement, but it comes
out as more of whispered question.

"Would I hurt you, beautiful?" Softly grasping
the side of my face with his hand, he drags his thumb across my
bottom lip. I part my lips and suck his thumb into my mouth
swirling my tongue around it. "Answer me honestly, beautiful. Would
I hurt you?"

Looking deep into his eyes, I know he would
never do anything to intentionally hurt me. I don't answer him with
words instead I raise my wrists into the air. He pushes my arms
back above my head clasping the cuff onto one wrist and then the
other. I'm not watching his hands, my eyes are locked in his
gaze.

He leans down placing soft kisses on my neck.
His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "Good girl." An intense
feeling crawls up my body starting at my toes. He makes me feel
brave and so incredibly sexy. I wiggle underneath him. "Keep them
there." Standing, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head never
removing his eyes from mine. I watch as he undoes the button of his
jeans and pushes them to the floor. His boxers are tented from his
erection, and I'm desperate to see what's under them. "Like what
you see?"

"Yes. I need to feel you."

He pulls his boxers down as I lay there aching
for him to touch me. I can't take his teasing much more. He knows
exactly what he is doing to me. "You want to feel me. That's good
because, baby, I plan on feeling you come hard and fast on my cock.
I needed you today. You weren't here so now your punishment is my
reward. You can't touch me, but I can touch you."

He pulls my body until my waist is at the end
of the bed. Spreading my legs apart, he slips one finger into me.
"You are so fucking wet. Take a breath, babe, this is going to be
hard." I suck my breath in at his words and he slams his cock deep
into me hitting all the right nerves.

"Fuck!"

"That's exactly what I plan on doing." Pulling
out, he thrusts into me again and again. I wrap my legs around his
waist pushing my heels into his ass. I need him deeper. He pounds
into me again and moves his hand between us. Finding my hard knot
of nerves with his fingers, he gives it a flick before massaging
it. This is intense. I want to touch him. I want to rake my nails
down his back, but the handcuffs prevent it. Theron grabs my legs
and puts them on one of his shoulders. Leaning over me, he thrusts
into me again. It's so incredibly deep and amazing.

"Oh, God!" My walls clench and I try to hold
on. He's pounds into me, the sound of my moans and our bodies
slamming together fill the room. "Theron, I'm going to
come."

"Fuck. Hold on baby." He picks up his speed
and he's relentless. Biting my lower lip, I try hard to hold on,
but I can't. I lose it. I completely let go. I come hard screaming
his name. Grasping onto the back of my thighs he pushes them up
towards my chest spreading them just a little. "Fuck, baby." He
slams into me one more time. Pulling himself out of my pussy, he
takes his cock and strokes it in his hand, releasing himself all
over my stomach. He takes a moment to gather his strength, but he
stands back and looks at me admiring his work. "I am keeping you. I
like the way you look marked by me, covered in my cum. If I had a
camera handy, I would take a picture to save for later." He looks
so pleased with himself.

I hold my arms up towards him and he releases
the cuffs. "Thank you." He grabs my hands and pulls me up so I'm
standing in front of him.

"Although I love seeing you like this, I think
we should clean you off. Your friends are still coming over for
dinner, and I don’t think they would appreciate seeing you walking
around the house like this."

"Probably not." Holding my hand, he leads me
to the bathroom. He turns the shower on and adjusts the knobs so
the water is spraying down from the ceiling and from the sides.
"How do you do that? I've sat there for at least ten minutes every
time I take a shower trying to figure out the knobs."

He smiles at me and winks, "It's a secret." I
raise my eyebrow at him and he laughs. "Okay, okay. Let me
enlighten you to the wonderful magic of indoor plumbing. The top
lever controls the temperature, the middle one if for the overhead
shower, and the bottom one controls the side jets. If you have the
middle one all the way open the jets won't work and vice versa. I
like them both, so I just make sure the knobs are even. See?" He
points the knobs and I notice how they are all straight in a line.
He helps me step into the shower.

"Are you not joining me?"

"No, beautiful, you'll never get clean if I
join you in there. Go ahead and clean up. I'm going to put dinner
in the oven and I'll be back to check on you in a bit." He kisses
my check and closes the shower door.

I start washing my hair. I can't decide if I
love his sweet and fun side, his controlling side in the bedroom,
or both. It's definitely got to be both. I love the way he talks to
me and the handcuffs weren't scary like I thought they would be.
After turning off the water, I open the steamed glass doors. To my
surprise Theron is waiting for me. He's holding open a towel and I
step into it. "You surprised me, again. How do you keep doing
that?"

"I said your name, but you didn't answer
me."

"Oh. I guess I must have been lost in my
thoughts." I grab another towel off the warmer and wrap my hair up.
"I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking of?" He holds open the
bathroom door for me. Walking into the bedroom, I find a pair of
jeans and a shirt laying on the bed for me. I give him a
questioning look, but he just shrugs his shoulders. "So, what were
you thinking of?"

Slowly pulling on my jeans, I look over my
shoulder. "You."

His grin stretches across his face from ear to
ear. Apparently I gave him the correct answer. Turning around to
face him, I clasp my bra behind my back. He places his hands on my
waist and leans his forehead against mine. "I always want to be on
your mind. I want you to need me like I need you."

"I do." I place a reassuring kiss on his lips.
I hate he feels like I am going to be taken from him.

"Eve, I have something I need to tell you, but
I want to surprise you. Our guests will be here any minute, so
finish getting dressed and I'll tell you after they leave." He
brushes his finger down the side of my cheek looking deep into my
eyes. He walks away, leaving me rooted to my spot. How am I
supposed to go all night knowing he has a surprise in store for
me?

I have just walked into the kitchen as Theron
opens the door. Kayla and Paul step in. I greet them both with a
hug. Paul hands over my keys to me and Kayla doesn't miss the
opportunity to whisper in my ear. "Now I see the attraction." I
take Kayla's coat from her and shoot her a dirty look. Before I get
a chance to explain, Theron offers them a tour of the guest house.
Paul is right on Theron's heals as we follow him down the hall.
Kayla walks slowly beside me, shooting me a knowing
look.

Dinner is extremely delicious. Theron grilled
steaks, baked potatoes, and made a salad with poppy seed dressing
served with a buttered roll. The wine is crisp and is already
taking effect. I'm chewing on my last bite of steak when I see
Kayla start tapping her fingers on her fork. "So, what do you think
of our new boss?" I'm not sure why, but for some reason I look at
Theron and he stills.

"I don't know. I can't read her." I take a sip
of my wine. "I'm more concerned with keeping my job and not pissing
Ms. Clarks off."

"Hmm. Well, I can tell Ben isn't on the
favorite list and somehow you have managed to land there. Do me a
favor and let me know if I'm about to get axed. Speaking of which,
where was Anne today? I tried texting her, but she never replied
back. I went to leave a note on her desk, but the door was locked.
She never locks her office. What do you think that was
about?"

"I don't know." I start chewing on my cheek,
thinking about Anne. A locked door is really odd for her. I was so
lost in my own little world today, I didn't even notice she wasn't
in today. Theron is completely consuming me. I'm not even noticing
what's going on with my friends.

Paul and Kayla graciously decline desert. We
say our goodbyes and I start clearing the dining table. Theron
quietly helps me with the dishes and wraps up the leftovers. I bump
the dishwasher closed with my hip and I feel him slide his arm
around my waist. He presses his front against my back and places a
soft tender kiss just below my ear. My entire body lights up from
his touch.

"Everything, okay?"

I sigh. Turning to face him, I wrap my arms
around his neck. "Yeah, I guess. I just feel really confused with
work right now, and Kayla seemed awkward. We never talk about work
outside of the office, and she seemed strange when we said our
goodbyes. I don't know. Do you think I'm reading too far into
things?"

Picking me up by my waist, he sets me on the
counter, spreading my legs so he can stand between them. "I think
you two have been through a lot. You’ve just lost one of your
closest friends. Tomorrow will be one week since you've had to say
to goodbye. Now the company you work for has been bought, and you
are both nervous about losing your jobs. I don't think your reading
into anything. I think you have the right to be worried, but I wish
you wouldn't be." Tucking a stray hair behind my ear, he softly
kisses my forehead. "I'm keeping you. I will always take care of
you. I'd give you the moon if I could." He looks deep into my eyes
as he wipes away a tear slowly falling down my cheek. I don't doubt
him, I'm sure if he could manage to get me the moon he
would.

"Theron?"

"Yeah, beautiful?"

"Can we go to bed? I'm suddenly very
tired."

"Of course, beautiful. Your carriage awaits."
I slightly tilt my head to question him, but he picks me up by my
waist and I wrap my legs around him. My hands find their way to the
back of his head and softly run my fingers through his
hair.

"Are you my carriage?"

"Yes. Why do I not give you a good ride?" He
raises his eyebrows up and down with a ridiculous grin plastered to
his face. I roll my eyes as I bury my head in his neck. I'm at a
loss for words and I'm afraid anything I say will only inflate his
giant head. My handsome carriage delivers me to the bedroom. He
smacks me on my ass and tosses me onto the bed. I yelp and look up
at him. He's still got a huge ridiculous grin on his face. He's
impossible.

"Take off your clothes." He stands at the foot
of the bed his gaze roams over my body. The atmosphere of the room
changes instantly with four little words. I slowly pull my shirt up
over my head. He lets out a hiss as I unclasp the hooks of my red
lace bra, letting the straps slide down my shoulders before pulling
it completely off. I slowly take my jeans off. Bending my knees up
to my chest, I spread them giving him a view of me in my matching
red lace panties. I bite my bottom lip, slowly dragging it through
my teeth as I look up at him.