EDEN
Ihave no idea what came over me during his haircut.
The whole thing was more erotic than a lap dance. Nothing like any haircut I have ever given. The way I pressed my body against his. Moved between his legs unnecessarily only to rub my body up on him. Making sure my hands never left his body, not once.
God, I feel like that one lone leaf left on a tree at the end of autumn. Right before a good winter breeze comes and blows it away. I feel alive in a way I’ve never felt.
I want him.
I want Jacob more than anything in this world.
“Okay, Daddy,” I answer and watch him stand up slowly. He looks angry, almost menacing.
Not that I would ever be afraid of Jacob. It simply reminds me again just how big this mountain man really is. Not that he grew up in the mountains, but his body, his frame, it’s like he was meant to be up here in Moonlit Pines.
With me.Forever.Nothing else will be enough, I know that without a doubt in my mind.
At first, I thought the attraction I felt for my older brother’s best friend was simply physical.A little crush.
A handsome man to think about when I couldn’t get myself to sleep late at night when my hands wandered beneath the sheets. But it wasn’t. This last week proved that. Seeing him every morning, realizing with the little things he did just how well he knows me. He has to have been watching me closely without me knowing. That fact alone should freak me out. But it doesn’t. It makes me lean closer, so tightly against him I doubt a Kleenex would fit between us.
“Eden.” His arms wrap around me, and his hands take a full grip of each ass cheek. He clenches my flesh, and I moan. I never thought a booty rub would actually be an erogenous zone for me, but he just proved me wrong.
“Jacob,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I tilt my face upwards, silently offering myself to him on a silver platter. “Please kiss me.”
“I should take this slow,” he says, almost like he’s in pain. “Prove it to you. Prove I’m worthy. Dine and wine you.”
“We’ve had breakfast and dinner every day this week.” I try to calm my erratic heartbeat. I’ve never felt this way. My skin feels too hot and cold, too tightly stretched across my body while wet heat pools between my legs. My pussy throbs, desperate for a release.
“Please don’t make me beg, Daddy,” I whine and pout. But I don’t care. I’m a needy girl, and only the man in front of me could possibly take the ache away. Even so, I’m not brave enough to look at him. All I can do is feel his large body and hear the vibrating sound almost purring in his chest.
“You never have to beg,” he growls. Before I can open my eyes to look at him, his mouth is on mine. The world around us starts to melt away. I’m vaguely aware of the way he shuffles usand grunts against my mouth, but that only lets my tongue slip in and out of his freely.
“Fuck,” he curses, and suddenly, my feet are no longer touching the ground. My legs immediately wrap around his waist, and my hands hold on to his shoulders.
“Jacob, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I squeak. I know he’s strong, but I’m a big girl. His hand swats my ass, and I yelp.
“If you ever doubt again your daddy can carry you, I’m going to spank this perfect ass red. Do you understand me?” I have to bite my lower lip from repeating what I just said so he can do just that.
I’m not a blushing virgin, but I don’t have a whole lot of experience, and most certainly not any with dirty talk and a kink that makes me blush. A kink I want to try out with him because I know it suits us. Which makes what we we’re going to do even more perfect.
“I’ve never played,” I admit. He doesn’t seem surprised while he walks us toward the back of the salon, carrying me easily. My poor pussy aches a little more with every wall or table we pass.
“Played?” His eyes connect with mine, and his steps never falter in wherever he’s planning on taking us.
“This whole thing. The daddy and?—"
“Shh.” His lips brush against mine as he kicks open the door to the private breakroom in the back. He shuts it, and I look at it with a frown on my face.
“If you think for a moment, I am going to risk my angel being seen or heard by someone else other than me, you got another thing coming.” I smile at his overprotectiveness. It fills me up from the inside out, making the love I already feel for him bloom brighter.
“Now.” His Adam’s apple bobs, his face stern. “This isn’t playing. You’re mine, and I am most certainly yours, EdenWoodman. You can call me sir, daddy, freaking Oscar the Grouch if that’s your thing. Do you get what I am saying?”
“I think so,” I whisper, watching his hands work the buttons of the burgundy buffalo plaid flannel he’s wearing.
“We are whatever we are,” he bluntly shares. “I love hearing you call me daddy, angel. Not because I’m sick in the head, but because I want to be the man you count on. The man you know always has your back and protects you. The man who will do anything to take your worries and makes them his, so you sleep easier at night. But you don’t want to call me that? That’s fine by me, Eden. You’re my angel. You can call me anything you want, because it doesn’t change what I’m going to be in your life. Now, you call me daddy or not, that’s for us behind closed doors. You don’t need to call me that out of our private time. I know you’re independent as hell, and I freaking love that about you. I don’t want to change a hair on your head. We clear?” If I weren’t sitting on the table, my knees would give out on me.
His words and the confident way he spoke them seal my fate.
