Be My Hero(69)

Heat and moisture pooled between my legs. I clamped my thighs together,  not ready to be quite so aroused. I wanted to draw our last night out  for as long as possible.

But Pick, Mr. Super Lover, had other ideas. He caught my thighs and drew  them apart, gazing at me spread open and throbbing before him. "You are  the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Inside and out." The love in  his eyes was so profound I could feel it swelling in my own chest and  between my legs.

Dipping his face, he feasted. Shocked by how good it felt, even though I  knew what to expect, I jerked under his mouth, pulsing and needy. His  tongue ring gave me no mercy. He barely pressed a finger inside me  before my womb constricted and my body exploded. I cried out in anger  because I so wasn't ready for it to be over yet, but also in passion  because it felt so freaking perfect.         

     



 

"Wow, you're responsive tonight." Pick grinned as he lifted his face. It  was one of those self-satisfied, smug grins, and I loved putting it  there.

I reached up, grasped his face, and jerked him down to me. This kiss was  warm and carnal, yet laced with more adoration than I'd ever felt for  anyone. Tasting myself on his tongue, I moaned and clutched him  desperately, needing to feel him deep and full inside me.

"I need . . . I need . . . "

"I know," he soothed, lowering his hips to mine. "I've got you, babe."

His penetration was slow and so torturously amazing, I started to come  again before he'd even gotten all the way inside. Realizing what I was  doing his eyes widened with shock. "Fuck, Eva." He surged the rest of  the way in, letting me pulse around him.

Waiting until I was finished, he blew out a breath, then pulled his face  away to show me his stunned expression. "Did you take some kind of  aphrodisiac?"

Sweat beaded to my brow as I tried to catch my breath. "You're my only drug," I panted. "I just . . . I want you so much."

"I'm right here. There's no rush. You have me for the rest of the  night." Moving his hips, he kissed my cheek and whispered, "For the rest  of our lives."

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. If only.

As he kept sliding in and out, flexing his hips and hitting me just  right every time, it didn't take long for my body to coil back up with  arousal. "You're going to come a third time, aren't you?" he teased, his  eyes all bright and proud.

"Shut up." I slapped his butt and then groaned at how the erotic sound made me even more sensitized. "No one likes a braggart."

His mouth lowered to my ear. "Oh, but I think you like this one . . . quite a bit."

Then he groaned and trembled on top of me when I tightened my inner muscles around him. "Minx," he muttered, working faster now.

Loving it most when he was ground all the way in, I grabbed his ass and  dug my nails in, trying to hold him there. My inner muscles quivered in  delight. Pick slid his fingers into my hair and I opened my lashes to  find his attention of my face. Our eyes met, and I didn't have to ask to  know how this felt to him.

"Tinker Bell," he said, except what I heard was, "I love you."

I sighed in dazed wonder, knowing that no matter where my life led me  from here, I would always cherish this incredible man. Smiling up at  him, I had to say, "I love you."

He shuddered and his eyes went unfocused as his cock swelled inside me.  And that was it; I came for a third time, throwing back my head and  pushing my breasts up against his chest. He groaned, his muscles coiling  taut before he thrust deep and held himself there, releasing his love.

Afterward, we panted together as he collapsed on top of me like a heavy,  limp anvil. I hugged him close, relishing these quiet moments of  perfection. Then I couldn't help but ask, "So, how close did we come?"

He laughed, knowing I was talking about his glimpse, and shook his head. "Every fucking detail was spot on."

I sighed, satisfied. "Good."

He pulled back to gaze at me. "It's going to be fine now, Eva. No matter  what happens next. Everything's going to be fine. I know it."

I nodded, glad I'd accomplished my job of giving him such peace of mind,  because I was going to make sure everything was fine-for him and  everyone else I loved.





Chapter 30


EVA


The next day, I waited until after Pick left for his job at the garage. I  kissed him at the door, trying not to let on that it might be the very  last kiss I ever gave him, and yet I was also trying to get as much out  of it as possible.

And then he was gone.

I blew out a shaky breath, commanding myself not to cry. It was time to  dig out Bitch Eva and get my attitude back on. Dropping the babies off  with Reese, I gave her the excuse that I wanted to get my hair cut and  styled. She bought the entire story, happy to help me watch my  munchkins.

Mason wasn't so taken in, though. He caught my arm at the door before I  left and leaned in close to whisper, "What're you really doing, E.?"

I patted his cheek with a grin. "Don't you worry about it. I'm going to  take care of everything. All you need to concern yourself with is making  my best friend insanely happy, remember."

But he shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "No, really. What're you doing? Do I need to come with you?"

I sighed in exasperation and finally got him to simmer down. "No, you do  not need to come with me. Nothing bad is going to happen."

I was just going to sell my soul to the devil.



***



My hands shook as I entered Forbidden twenty minutes later. It wouldn't  open for business for a good eight hours, but all the lights inside the  empty club were on and one of my father's favorite melodies played from  the jukebox, making my skin crawl.         

     



 

Uncertainties rose as Pick's voice filled my head along with everything  he'd say if he knew what I was doing: "What are you thinking, Tink? Turn  around and walk out of there right now. This plan isn't going to work.  Think about your babies. They need their mother. Think about me. I need  you. I'll come after you wherever you go."

But I couldn't think of anything else I could do to save them. So I  strode purposefully down the hall until I reached the door that said  Manager on it. When I pushed it open without knocking, the first thing I  saw was Quinn with his back pressed hard to the wall. He was tipping  his head away from Mrs. Garrison as she leaned into him, reaching for  his face.

I sniffed. "Bitch, you're pathetic."

She jumped and whirled around. Quinn immediately snaked out from between  her and the wall. He hurried to my side, looking relieved that I'd  saved him.

"Well, well, well," Mrs. Garrison murmured, glaring at me. "If it isn't  daddy's special girl. Didn't he ever teach you to knock?"

I lifted my chin and crossed my arms over my chest. "Of course not. He taught me to do whatever the hell I wanted."

From the opened office door behind me, a familiar laugh haunted my ears  and made my heart drum hard and fast against my chest. "That's my girl,"  Bradshaw murmured approvingly.

I turned and lifted an eyebrow, edging closer to Quinn without meaning  to. "You wanted my attention," I said to the bastard. "You have it. Here  I am."

"Yes, here you are." Eyeing me appreciatively, he moved into the office.  His gaze flickered to Mrs. Garrison, and then Quinn. "Leave us."

Mrs. Garrison huffed in disapproval but started for the exit.

Quinn didn't budge. He glanced at me, his gaze apprehensive. "Pick  warned all the waitresses to never get caught alone with him. He'd never  forgive me if I left right now."

I wasn't sure which man I should be more proud of: Pick, for looking out  for all the ladies he worked with, or Quinn for standing firmly by my  side.

I touched his arm. "It's okay. He's my dad."

Quinn's eyes flared with horror. "W-w-well if Pick said that after  actually knowing who he is, I'm definitely not leaving you alone with  him. Just . . . just pretend I'm not here."

After reaching into his pocket, he unwound a cord of ear buds from a  cell phone and plugged them in. Then he leaned against the wall, giving  me as much privacy with Shaw as he would allow.

I smiled at him, actually grateful he wasn't going to let me face my greatest fear alone. "I guess he's staying," I said.

Mrs. Garrison huffed. "Well, if he's staying, then I'm staying."

"That's fine." I glanced at my father, snickering because this had  probably spoiled half of his nefarious plans. "I don't mind an  audience."

He growled out his displeasure and moved to sit at his desk, probably  hoping the flawless leather throne gave him an air of superiority.

"I'm ready to deal," I told him, not waiting for him to take control of the conversation.

A slow, creepy smile spread over his face. "Is that so? I had a feeling you'd change your mind."

I nodded. "If you want me to go back with you, then sign the deed of this place over to Pick. Right now."