Chapter Thirteen

Zeke bit back a smile at her spunk. She was definitely a fighter, and it would bring him a lot of enjoyment to piss her off in the years to come. He loved seeing the fire in her expression and how passionate she got when she wanted her way.

She’d have to get punished, of course, and they’d have to make up, and he knew just how they were going to do it. Thoughts of the playroom he thought of having built eventually in his basement made him almost groan. They would spend many nights down there, enjoying each other. He also planned to take her to the kink club sometime when he thought she was ready.

He walked down the hallway and found her bedroom, shut the door, and dropped her on her back on the bed. He grinned when she came up hissing and fighting.

“You’re a fucking jerk.”

His brows came down, and his hands went to his hips. “Watch your mouth.”

“Fuck you,” she barked.

“I need you to listen to me.”

“I don’t want to. Get out of my house.”

He sighed and then jumped on her. He had her pinned with his hand over her mouth within seconds.

“Shit,” he hissed and jerked his hand away when she bit his finger. “You bite me again, Baby, and I’ll bite back.”

Zeke grinned when she growled at him. “Just listen to me, please. Someone was there when we were at the house, and my gut told me they weren’t there for a friendly visit. It terrified me that you were there and possibly in the middle. I knew it was me they wanted, so I couldn’t have you close to me until I found out who it was. They wouldn’t think of getting you involved if you acted as if you disliked me. At least that’s what I hoped.”

Kayla sighed. “So, what happens now?”

“We keep pretending out in public, but in private, we do this,” he murmured and lowered his head. His mouth pressed against hers.

After a minute, Zeke raised his head and stared down at the woman who had taken his heart the moment he’d met her. The feelings for her had only gotten deeper the longer he knew her, and he couldn’t see his life without her.

“As much as I would love to strip you and fuck you, the first time I take you, I want to be at the house, and I don’t want an audience.”

He smiled when she looked confused.

“Audience?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure Darrell could hear us fucking, especially since I’m determined to have you under me until we’re both raw and your throat is sore from screaming.”

Kayla snorted.

His hand slid down her body, slipped under her shorts and panties, and cupped her wet cunt. Right away, she gasped for air. Her already wet cunt turned into a steady stream of cum, and her nails dug into his back.

“How about I give you a taste of the things I can do to make you feel good?” he said.

Her brows snapped together in bewilderment.

He didn’t wait and pushed one of his fingers as deep inside of her as it would go. His mouth slammed down on hers when she arched and opened her mouth to scream. Zeke stayed still and let her get used to having a piece of him inside of her.

“Do you like this, Baby?”

She hummed.

“As much as I want to shove my fingers into you, we’re both too close to losing control. We need to stop and talk about our next move.”

She inhaled and then nodded.

A startled gasp flew from her mouth when he pulled his finger from her cunt. He then heard her whimper when he stuck it in his mouth and sucked her juice from it.

Fuck, she tasted like ambrosia, and he knew he would quickly become addicted to it.

“Do you think we can talk with Darrell and not fight?” he asked her and smirked.

She snorted but nodded.

He stood and pulled her to her feet and then wrapped an arm around her waist. When they walked out into the living room, Darrell sat watching TV, holding a plate with just crumbs on it.

Zeke sat on the sofa and pulled her down against him.

Darrell chuckled. “Are you done with your lover’s spat?”

Zeke smiled when she growled. He turned to the older man. “Yes, we’re fine. We still have some things to talk about, but we need to get the situation under control before we do that.”

“I understand that. I know you’re as protective of Kayla as I am,” Darrell said.

He looked down at the little submissive that had changed his life, and he was never letting her go. “I’d say yes.”

The three gathered in the living room, making plans, and arguing.

“We pretend out in public,” he said.

“I agree. You two need to ignore each other until we find out what Harold, Fletcher’s dad, is up to. I’ll call in a few guys I know. They’ll blend in and be able to move around more than we can,” Darrell said.

“What about setting him up?” Kayla said.

Zeke shook his head. “Not if it has to do with you being the bait.”

“I don’t like it either,” the older man said.

Kayla rolled her eyes. “You guys. Listen. Darrell will be here to protect me, and you’ll be at work when I’m there. I’ll be guarded the whole time. I’m more worried about Zeke. It wasn’t me he threatened to kill, remember?”

Zeke looked at Darrell. “I don’t want her anywhere around this.”

“I’m already in the middle,” she reminded them.

Zeke wiped a hand down his face in frustration before he looked at Darrell. “What are you thinking?”

“She’s right about being protected. I won’t be leaving the house until this is finished, and no one knows I’m here. If the man is going to contact her, it would be here. He’s not stupid enough to try anything anywhere else.”

“Do you think his son knows anything about this?” Zeke asked.

Kayla shook her head. “No. He looked confused when I talked about my problem being closer to his home.”

“Should we get a camera set up here?” she asked.

“That’s a good idea. I can have someone set something up tomorrow,” Darrell said. “Then he won’t be able to say it’s his word against ours. It would make it easier for the prosecutors.”

Zeke nodded. “Have him look like an electrician or plumber.”

Darrell nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I should go so you can get some sleep.” He stood and pulled her up beside him. “Walk me to the door.”

Zeke heard the other man on the phone talking to a person who would set up the cameras. He stopped them before she opened the door.

He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her until they were both breathless. “Very soon, we won’t have to stop, and I can do everything I’ve dreamed of doing to you.”

She looked confused. “Like what?”

“I’ll show you later. Lock the door behind me. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

She nodded and closed the door after him.

Zeke stood with his back to the house and studied the area. He didn’t sense anyone, but he would always be careful. He ran back home, taking alleys or backyards. When he came to his house, he stood behind a tree and surveyed the area. He couldn’t see any movement, but the air felt heavy. He pulled his gun from the holster in the back of his jeans and then slowly walked to the back door of the house he was renting, unlocked the door, and walked in.

Zeke went through the house and only relaxed when the doors and windows were locked, and everything seemed fine. It didn’t mean he’d take down his guard because that’s never happened. With the military and being a city cop, you learned to always be attentive to your surroundings, and it became second nature to him.

Later that night in bed, he lay staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t get his mind off of having Kayla in his home, and the sooner, the better.

He would show her who she belonged to for the rest of her life.