Lethal (The Disciples 1)

She nods but her focus is on the contents of my fridge. As she leans into it, the light illuminates her entire silhouette and I make myself breathe. What the hell is going on with me? I’m acting like a fucking teenager. She pulls out a yogurt, checks the date on the top, then grabs two bottles of water.

I figure she’s fine and step into the bathroom to take my own shower, wondering if I should have Crystal come suck me off. But my head is filled with a blond eating yogurt, not Crystal.

Tomorrow will be busy, and in the morning, I’ll have one of the girls take care of me.

Opening the door, I expect to see Eve sleeping in my bed. I brought some Neosporin and Advil to help her sleep and intended to give them to her.

“Eve?” A wave of panic fills me. Where the hell is she? Even with my mark, she may be vulnerable. A lot of the guys are new and might not know she’s mine.

“Eve?” I stop when I see her curled up like a kitten cradling a bottle of water on my black leather couch, the first empty water bottle on the floor next to her.

“Christ.” I run my hands through my hair and reach down to pick her up. She moans and I can’t help but stick my nose in her hair and breathe in everything that is this girl.

Putting her on my bed, I squeeze out a large amount of ointment and slather it on her neck using a gentle touch. The angry burn is already calming down. Her eyes slowly, almost sadly open and I hand her the Advil and her water. In her half state of sleep, I like her a lot better. She’s warm, smells good, looks fucking sexy, and listens.

She plops back down and snuggles into my pillow. The T-shirt she wears has ridden up and her long legs, ass, and black thong are on display for my eyes to feast on. I allow myself a moment to let this day sink in.

When she shivers, I pull the sheet and down comforter over her.

Again, I wonder if I should call Crystal and rub my face with my hands. Instead I slide into my big bed and reach for Eve. She murmurs something about loving pillows, then sighs. Her soft, minty breath lulls me to sleep.

Warm, vanilla or is it coconut? I’m at a beach and I have the most beautiful pair of blue eyes blinking at me. Her ruby lips move when she laughs and I reach for them. “I love you.” She smiles at me. My eyes blink open. What the hell? I’m spooning Eve and the hard-on I was having in the dream is in full force. My nose goes into her neck and my hands caress her breasts. Why am I dreaming about this girl? And why am I dreaming that she loves me? For a moment, I stop caressing her. My brain is still waking up, yet I know I need to be careful with this one. I have some strange need, a connection with her. But I don’t plan on falling in love. I have way too much shit in my life. A woman is not something on my radar.

Admittedly, I loved sleeping with her and haven’t slept that soundly in years. I don’t let women into my room. In the beginning, I let Crystal stay a couple of times. As soon as I became president, I slept alone. That way nobody gets confused. But since Eve has no idea about what happens in my MC, she won’t know how by claiming her last night, I have basically decided she’s going to be my old lady, sort of. That means I can fuck and be with whoever I want, but she’s getting a job she knows nothing about. I scrub my hands up and down my face. Why did I do this? The sight of her lithe, glorious form and the sound of her even, peaceful breathing compels me to turn her on her back.

This. This is why I did it. She is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. And I want her.

My hand caresses her stomach. She’s too thin—her tiny waist gives her curves, but a few pounds would help. Suddenly I want to give her food, clothes, anything she wants. Her eyes blink open, and long, sooty lashes reveal crystal blue eyes. She stretches, a small smile on her lips, and bolts up pulling the sheet with her.

“What are you doing?” She looks at me like I’m insane.

“I was getting ready to taste you.” I take the sheet away.

“But… I mean maybe we could.” Her eyes dart around the room landing on the poster of Crystal. “I don’t think your wife would like me sleeping with her man.” Her cheeks turn pink.