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  “Is everyone okay?” I hear Ryan ask.

  “I told you to stay upstairs,” Miles grits out in a tone I’ve never heard from him before.

  “Shit. I heard a gun. E?”

  “I’m fine,” I say to reassure him. Miles pulls me into his chest, holding me close. I’m not sure he’s ever going to let me go again.

  “The police will be here any second. I already called them.” I tilt my head back to look up at him. His eyes are on the door that leads into the coffee shop. I can tell it’s taking everything he has to maintain his self-control and not go after the man.

  “How did you know?” I ask.

  “Ryan called me. Thought he heard something. Thinking you were still out with me, he called to double-check. I knew you’d just gone in, but something told me to check so I came back. I told Ryan to stay upstairs.”

  “Oh.” I melt into him a little more.

  “I came in the back. When I saw the lock busted I texted Violet to get the cops here ASAP.” As if on cue, the sound of sirens fills the air. I rest my head on his chest, my heart rate finally starting to slow down. He came back. My eyes start to water, but I blink it away quickly, not wanting to be a total mess when the police get here.

  “Clear,” I hear someone shout.

  “We’re in the back. I’m Miles Monroe, and Eden is with me. It's clear back here too.” A moment later, the door is pushed open by a few uniformed cops.

  “There was a shot,” I rush to say.

  “Yeah. He shot the glass in the front door to make himself an exit.” I close my eyes for a moment. Thank goodness no one was hurt.

  “Can I come down now?” Ryan shouts from the top of the stairs leading up to our place.

  “Yes,” Miles tells him. He comes bolting down the stairs, pulling me from Miles’ arms into his own. I hug him back, so freaking thankful the man hadn't gone upstairs. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to him.

  “She can’t breathe,” Miles informs Ryan. It’s true.

  “Shit.” He releases his hold on me.

  “I take it everyone is okay?” one of the police officers asks.

  “I think so,” I answer. For the next hour, I give the officers my statement. They make me repeat it a few times, making sure they’ve got every detail down. When I mentioned the part about the man asking about my father, Miles pulled me into his lap. I rolled my eyes at him, but it felt good to have him there with me. So I relaxed into him, allowing him to give me the comfort I needed.

  “I texted a friend of mine. He just got here. He’s going to board the door up for the night and make sure the back door is able to be locked. He’ll be back in the morning to do real fixes.”

  “Thank you.” I don’t fight him on this. For once I’m going to lean on him and let him do things his way.

  “Let me have a word with the cops for a moment before they leave.” He slips me off his lap, putting me back into the other chair before he steps out of my office. I can see him talking to a few of the officers.

  They already knew who he was when they arrived earlier. I swear Miles knows everyone or always has someone who can handle something. He’s a man of many trades clearly.

  I let out a yawn, exhaustion finally hitting me. I must be coming down from the adrenaline rush. I think about my bed upstairs, not wanting to be in it. I don’t want to be here and alone while we sleep. Even the thought has my heart speeding up again.

  I was thinking Miles was going to ask me to come with him, but he hasn't yet. Stop being prideful and just ask, I tell myself. I know he wants me there. He wouldn't mind Ryan either. He gets we are a package deal. A few minutes later, Miles is back in my office.

  “Are you ready? Everything here has been handled.” I take his hand, and he pulls me up from the chair.

  “Do you think we can stay with you?” I ask.

  “Of course,” he says instantly.

  “Okay. I think I got everything E might need. She always wears the same shit.” Ryan walks in with two giant bags and his backpack.

  I give Miles a look, but he only smiles. I can’t help but return it. This is temporary. We’re so not moving in with him. That’s the plan.

  Miles clearly has his own.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Miles

  Ryan deserves more than a loaner car. I’m going to have to take him shopping as a reward. I’ll tell Eden the car is mine until she’s ready to accept the reality that she’s mine, and that means I get to shower her and Ryan with gifts.

  Violet shows no surprise when I arrive home with Eden, Ryan, and their bags.

  “You didn’t bring much,” she observes.

  “We’re only staying the night,” declares Eden.

  “Sure.” Violet doesn’t believe her because she knows me. I gather up the bags and tell her to lead the way.

  “The rooms are kind of bland,” Violet admits as we enter the first one that will be Ryan’s. “Very hotel like.”

  I toss his bag onto the beige comforter. “You’ll have to make it your own,” I suggest to him. “Put some posters up. Throw socks on the floor. You’ll need a desk.”

  “But we’re not staying long,” interjects Eden.

  I ignore her and hand Ryan my card. “Either order one from some internet site or give this person a call. She’s a decorator.”

  “I can work on the floor.”

  “We’re only here for a day,” Eden reminds us yet again.

  Violet’s growing concerned about the adamant stance Eden is taking. As for me, I figure it’s

  part of the shock and fear caused by the man in her place.

  “This room needs a desk anyway, Ryan. You’d be doing us a favor. Isn’t that right, Violet?”

  “Absolutely. Like I said, these rooms are soulless. If you add some personal touches, it will save me money from hiring a designer.”

  “Me? Help you save money?”

  Violet nods vigorously. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about bringing someone in to fix up these rooms, but now that I have you I won’t need to do that. Your budget is fifty grand and not a penny more. I’ll expect receipts and everything. Don’t buy anything cheap. It won’t go with the rest of the house. Come on, Eden. This is your room.” Violet sweeps out, leaving behind a somewhat shell-shocked Ryan and a confused Eden. I use the opportunity to hustle Eden along.

  “Here’s your room. It’s identical to Ryan’s.”

  She spins around, taking in the beige comforter, the pale walls, the prim chairs, and the low, round table situated next to the window that exactly mirrors the setup in Ryan’s room.

  “Like I said,” Violet repeats, “soulless.”

  “Should I put up posters and throw around my dirty socks, too?” Eden is still skeptical.

  “If it makes you feel at home, yes,” I answer.

  Eden shakes her head. “Where do the stairs outside my room lead?”

  This time it’s Violet’s turn to roll her eyes. “His room.” She jerks her thumb at me.

  Eden’s eyes widen.

  “It’s just how the house was built,” I say innocently. Ideally, she’ll be in my room. These were rooms for the kids we would have in the future. The stairway access would make it easy for us to respond to any issues they may have at night. I feel that information wouldn’t be helpful right now.

  “And where do you stay, Violet?” Eden asks.

  “There’s a guest house on the other side of the pool. The pool’s heated so you can swim anytime. I forgot to tell Ryan that. Make yourself at home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Violet closes the door, leaving Eden and me alone. In two strides, I have her in my arms.

  “Sweetheart, let me shoulder some of your burden.”

  “I don’t know,” she says into my chest. “It doesn’t seem right.”

  “My sister depends on me. Are you saying that’s not right?”

  “No. Not at all, but she’s your sister.”

  “And you are mine
now as well.” I tip her chin up. “Give yourself a break. Just for tonight.”

  I claim her mouth, not allowing her to protest. Fire licks up my spine. My cock turns rock hard. I sweep her shirt up over her head and bend her over my arm so I can taste her succulent tits. Her fingers find their way into my hair and clutch me closer. One taste is not enough. I take long pulls on each breast, filling my mouth with her flesh. She moans and writhes against me, her own want beating hard against her chest.

  I lift her onto the bed and press her body into the mattress with my own. Her yoga pants are next and then her underwear until there’s nothing but a gorgeous, nude Eden sprawled on top of the mattress. Her golden limbs are highlighted by the soft lights of the lamps.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eden. Look at this pussy. She’s hungry.” I draw a finger through her wetness and then stick it in my mouth. “Mmm. Never had anything better.”

  “Not even my scones?” she replies shakily.

  “Scones can’t compare.” I wet my finger again and hold it against her lips. “Taste.”

  She’s shocked at first, but she doesn’t resist. Her tongue curls round the tip of my finger, and I nearly come from the thought of how erotic it will be when it’s my cock in her mouth instead of my finger. I need more of her.

  I pull my finger out of her mouth and spread her legs wide. “I’m going to eat you out until your legs are shaking and you can’t breathe because you’re coming so hard. Any last words?”

  “You expect me to think while you say stuff like that to me?” she says incredulously.

  “I’ll take that as a no.” I dive in, swirling my tongue over her clit and then delving into her hot channel full of tart honey. She cries out, her passionate response ringing in my ears. She’s so sensitive and responsive. Every lick and nip generates a tightening of her thighs, a moan from her lips, a convulsing of her tight cunt. I catalogue the intimate responses so I can recall them later. My cock is aching, and my balls are heavy. I want inside of her, and I want it now.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Eden

  I dig my fingers into the bedding, needing something to hold on to as the orgasm pushes down on me. Miles' mouth is between my thighs. He’s eating me as if he were a starved man. I don’t want this to end, but there is no stopping it.

  I cry out as the orgasm hits me. My eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure too much to handle. I didn't know something could feel so good to the point that it almost hurts. I’m going to want this again. If Miles’ plan is to try and convince me to stay here for orgasms, he might actually win. I feel a hell of a lot lighter after that.

  Slowly I open my eyes when Miles kisses the inside of each of my thighs. My body is still so sensitive that I jerk with each kiss. He looks up at me with a wicked smile. His mouth is glistening with my arousal. Why do I find that so damn hot?

  “How come I’m completely naked and you’re fully dressed?” I prop myself up on my elbows.

  “I can fix that.” My heart starts to beat faster. This is happening. I’m going to have sex. Wait. Maybe he wants a blowjob. I bet I'll be terrible at it since I have no experience in that department. Or any other department when it comes to intimacy. Should I tell him? I don’t want to ruin the moment.

  All my thoughts leave my head when Miles gets up and begins to strip out of his clothes. Holy crap. The man really is perfect. I lick my lips as my heart pounds even faster.

  A knock sounds at the door, interrupting us. My stomach drops. Oh God. What was I thinking! My brother is right next door, and I’m pretty sure I was moaning loudly. I swear I want to climb under the comforter and pretend I’m invisible.

  “E, are you okay?” Ryan asks from the other side of the door. I rush to get up, trying to get my clothes on.

  “I’m fine,” I tell him as I hop into my yoga pants. I glance at Miles, expecting him to be pissed or annoyed, but he hands me my top, tossing my bra to the other side of the bed so it’s out of view.

  “You think I can get something to eat?”

  Miles starts to answer him, but I put my hand over his mouth.

  “Sure. I’ll join you.” I give him a look that says I’m really sorry. He kisses the palm of my hand. “Give me a second.”

  “Cool.” I drop my hand from Miles' mouth.

  “I know. I’m going to have to tell him about us.”

  “When it comes to Ryan, I’d never rush you to do anything.” I notice he applies that only to Ryan and not just anything in general. Such as moving in here or giving me a car. Still, it feels good how much respect he has for my and Ryan’s relationship. I suppose he gets it to some degree. He takes care of Violet. We have that in common.

  “That’s sweet of you, but I need to be straight with him. I mean, he’s almost eighteen. It’s just that this is new territory for us. We’ve never dealt with me bringing a man around. Ryan’s been the man of the house since we moved to live over The Daily Drip. I don’t want him to feel as though he’s losing something.”

  “You’ve never brought a man around?” He cocks his head to the side. I swear I almost laugh at the fact he focused on that bit of information. I shake my head no. I can feel the blush rise in my cheeks. At least now he gets that I’m a newbie at this whole thing. I don’t have to outright tell him about my lack of experience.

  He pulls me into him, dropping a deep kiss on my lips. I can still taste myself on him. I moan into his mouth, pressing myself more into him as I try to deepen the kiss. I can feel his erection pushing into me. Suddenly he breaks away, taking a step back as I try and catch my breath.

  “If you don’t go now, I’m never going to let you out of this room.” I’d gotten lost in the moment. He tends to do that to me. It’s freeing when it happens.

  “Right.” I take another step back. I want to say so many things to him, but I don’t know where to begin or understand some of them myself. “Thank you,” I finally say. It’s lame, but still he gives me a smile before I turn and leave the bedroom.

  I find Ryan in his room inspecting the credit card Miles gave to him. I want to tell him not to use it but Miles gave it to him. I’m going to let it be for now. Let him enjoy life a little by splurging on some things that he likes. Hell, I’m planning on doing the exact same thing, but all of my enjoyment will come from letting Miles have his way with me.

  “Ready?”

  “Yep.” He hops up from the bed. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m fine. Why?” What is this, an interrogation or something?

  “You’re flushed.” I only shrug in response, not wanting to make up a lie. Being truthful with Ryan is important to me, and I don’t even want to tell him a little white lie.

  Ryan has to lead me to the kitchen. You could easily get lost in this place. He proceeds to make us both sandwiches before we sit at the kitchen island to eat them. I debate how to bring up this Miles thing, but Ryan beats me to it.

  “Why aren't you staying in Miles' room? You mad at him or something?”

  “I’m not mad at him.” He gives me a curious look before he takes a bite of his sandwich. I do the same.

  “Good. I really like him.”

  “I do too.” I'm pretty sure it’s beyond like at this point.

  “If for some reason you think you have to hide your relationship from me, don’t. You’re an adult. Hell, I’m almost an adult. It’s nice to see you with someone that makes you smile all the time.”

  Now that I think about it, I have been smiling more since Miles came into my life.

  “Thank you.” He bumps my shoulder.

  “Go find him.” He pulls my plate with my half-eaten sandwich over to him. “I’ll finish this.” I give him a kiss on the cheek.

  “I love you.”

  “Love you too, E,” he says before I head out to find Miles. When I finally find my way back to his room, I stand there for a long moment. My shyness causes me to hesitate. Finally, I get the courage, knowing I want this and I’m going to take it. I lift my hand to knock.r />
  “Eden.” I spin around at the sound of my name.

  “Hi.” I give him a smile.

  “You came to me.” He walks over to me. “I’ve been waiting in your room. I grew impatient and was going to check on you.” He waited for me. He’s always doing that.

  “No more waiting,” I say before I throw myself at him. He catches me easily, his hands going to my ass. I kiss him hard and deep, showing him I’m all in. I don’t want to fight this anymore. I’d be stupid to. This man has been good to me in ways no one else ever has. I have no clue why he’s so focused on me, but I don’t care.

  “Take your clothes off,” I say when he drops me down onto the bed. I only got a small tease of what was underneath those clothes earlier, and I want more. I reach for my top, tossing it away. He does the same until we’re both naked.

  I stare at his cock, not sure how this math is going to work with how thick and long it is. I’m so turned on at this point that I don’t care. A bead of cum drips from the tip. I lick my lips, thinking about how he kissed me between my thighs. I have the urge to give him the same pleasure.

  “Another time.” I let out a small scream when he grabs me by the ankles, pulling me down to the end of the bed until my ass is almost falling off. He drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs.

  “Not fair.” My back arches off the bed as his mouth devours me. Over and over he takes me to orgasm and pulls back. “I need you, Miles. Please. Inside me.” All sense of nervousness has subsided, and the only thing left is need. My body aches in a way that I know he can only soothe.

  “I need you to be nice and wet for me.” He gives me another long lick, his tongue circling my clit. My sex contracts. “Needy.” He rises to his feet.

  “Trust me, I’m there.” My whole body throbs. Miles gets on the bed with me. He grabs me, moving me to the center of the bed as he slides on top of me. I instantly wrap my legs around him. His cock finds my entrance. My hips leave the bed, trying to get him to give me what I want.

  “Eyes, Eden.” I lock mine with his. “I’m in this forever. You’re it for me. I knew it the second I saw you.”