The lawn was a bit overgrown, but not bad. The property management firm I paid to maintain the home paid a company to come out and mow the lawn every other week. From the looks of the lush green lawn, they would be due out here pretty soon.
“Me too. Honestly.” The management company said it survived the hurricane seasons from a few years back. Few people were as fortunate, nor were all of my properties. She had told me there was minimum damage to this one and what damage there had been. She had already contacted people about getting it fixed and cleaned up before she even contacted me. Some of my other ones needed more work and total restoration after the storms went through.
I paid her well to keep me apprised of the situation in all the homes I owned. I used some homes as long-term rentals for families, and others as temporary rental options, instead of having people stay in a hotel.
This property was special, though. I didn’t want to put someone else in it, and I didn’t want to farm it out for temporary renters either, though I know because of its location I could have made a lot of money on the property over the four years that I’d had it. Out of all the properties I owned, this was also the only one I had a key to that was readily available on my keyring.
“I’ll get the bags,” Donovan muttered softly as he got out of the car and popped the trunk.
The closing of the door and the lack of airflow from the car being turned off must have finally hit Zoey because she stirred.
“Time to get up, Zoey.” I reached over and cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip. A sheen of sweat was already building up behind my neck from being in the car, and I knew it was time to get out. Texas was too damn hot in the summer to sit in a turned off vehicle. “Zoey. Same rules apply here, baby girl. You make trouble, and I will have to hurt someone, and I really don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Her eyes finally came fully open at my words, and she looked around quickly. The sun had set, and all you could see were a few lights in the distance from the houses nearby. “Where are we?”
“Someplace safe.”
“I told you, you took the wrong girl.” She begged me to understand, but she was the one that really didn't understand.
“No, I didn’t. Are you going to behave and go into the house with no issues? Or do I need to cut your cries for help off again?” I crooked a grin in her direction as I looked at her plush pink lips. God, I wanted to taste her again.
Instinctively, her tongue poked out and swiped across her bottom lip and my dick hardened to stone in my slacks. Fuck. She did not know the control she had over me, or how much I wanted to control her pleasure. What I wouldn’t give to have her tied to my bed, begging me for each orgasm.
“I don’t want you kissing me anymore,” she finally said, her voice breathless and thin.
Liar.
I smirked at her, but let her lie go—for now. “Fine. Then we are going to walk into the house arm in arm like two lovers. So anyone who sees us won’t think anything of it. After that, we are going to eat some dinner and get some rest. I’ll also get you some medicine for your headache, okay?”
Her brows furrowed again. “Why would you care about my head?”
“I told you before, Zoey. I don’t want to hurt you, not in the way you think, at least.” I pictured her crying out in pleasure and pain as I took her to the edge of orgasm and kept her from going over. I pictured filling her ass with a plug as I pummeled her pussy from behind so she would know the true meaning of being stuffed. I could see those pretty natural pink lips wrapped around my cock as I fed her inch after inch, her eyes on me as she begged for more and fingered her pretty pussy for my pleasure.
Getting caught up in the fantasy of all the things I wanted to do to her would do nothing more than leave me with blue balls, so I cleared my throat. “Don’t want my lips on yours, sweetheart, then don’t give me a reason to put them there.” I pushed open my door and held reached for her.
She followed me out of the car, and I tucked her against my side. Zoey Bryant felt good in my arms, and I knew she would feel even better under me, but that would have to wait for another place and another time. First things first. I needed to get her safely tucked away inside, fed, and secured for the night.
