Tempting the Law (2 page)

I
stand
in the back of the auditorium as the students cross the stage one at a time. I’ve been searching her out in the crowd, but all the blue gowns just seem to blur together, and the hats don’t freaking help. It’s driving me fucking nuts that I haven’t seen her yet. Those feelings I’d felt that day she was missing start to crush in on me, even though I know they’re ridiculous and make absolutely no sense at all. But that doesn’t stop them. Those feelings are still there. Those hours of looking for her and not finding her. I take a deep breath to calm myself.

Something has been clawing at me. It has been two years, but now it’s digging in deep. I feel like it’s ripping at me. This need to just see her. To know I’m in the same room with her. To place my eyes on her. To see if those blue eyes of hers still shine like I remember them, or if I’d built them up in my mind to be more than they were.

The older man at the podium calls out the names in no particular order, so I can’t even try to gauge when she might be coming. What the hell happened to alphabetical? I grab the back of my neck, giving myself a squeeze and trying to pull some of the mounting tension out of my body. It’s been building since I got the invitation in the mail. You’d think I was on the job with how I’m feeling at this moment. A high risk job, where I’m just waiting for something big to happen at any moment.

“Eden Mathews,” the man finally says, making my head snap up just as she walks up the stairs to the stage. She looks like everything I remember. I curse myself for not getting a seat closer. I’d wanted to stand in the back. I’d only needed to get a glance, hoping it would be enough to kick whatever this pounding need I’ve been having to see her again, but now it’s going into overdrive. I kept telling myself it’s because a part of me feels protective of her. Proud, even, that she’s graduating. That what happened to her didn’t hold her back in life. That she’s moving forward.

But this need is turning into an obsession, taking on a life of its own. I want to get closer. The look clearly isn’t enough. As if she senses I’m here, her eyes come straight to me, even through the crowd of people. She focuses right in on me, her whole face lighting up in recognition, those dimples showing. I can see them from all the way back here. They make her look so fucking innocent it takes my breath away for a second.

I just stare at her, but she turns her head back to the person giving her her diploma. I feel the loss immediately. Worse than the time I had to finally let her go, placing her in the ambulance and watching it drive away.

Something is different. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I turn and make my way out the exit. I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing or where I’m going. I just know I can’t breathe.

H
e came
. Those words repeat over and over again in my head. I knew I could feel him when I walked on the stage as if my body was just attuned to him. I turned to look and he was just there staring back at me with the most intense eyes. Eyes I could never forget. Eyes I haven't forgotten over the years. This crush never lessened, even with time.

When I exited the stage I didn’t go back to my seat like I was supposed to. I rushed to where he was standing but he was gone. Nowhere to be found. I didn’t even get to talk to him. Not even a simple hello. There were so many things I wanted to say but he just left. Like the last time I’d seen him. Just gone without a trace. Taking a little part of me with him.

I look at myself in the mirror of my bedroom having removed my gown and dress and now only wearing a swimsuit for the party my parents had put together.

Maybe he’s come tonight. I invited him to both the graduation and the party. But what if he doesn’t, a little voice in the back of my head whispers making a knot form in my tummy.

He has to. He will.

I make myself believe those words. There’s no other option, he has to come. I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past two years. To talk to the man that saved my life. I’d researched the story a few times since that day.

There had been plenty of articles on the kidnapping. My stepfather is a rich man and the news ate up the story. Wanting to know anything and everything. I soaked up all their stories equally. Some might think I was annoyed with the press but I wasn't. It gave me away to find out more about Coen. Like that he killed the man that had taken me and lost everything because of it.

I’d never been so scared in my life than I had been that day but I’ll never forget looking out the window and seeing Coen standing there. His arms open for me.

It was the first time I’d ever felt like someone was really there for me. I’d had no doubt he’d catch me when I’d flung myself into his arms and wrapped around him. Never wanting to let go of the security I felt beginning there.

It was a feeling I wanted back. I’d been missing it all those years, never having found that security again.

I
hold
the small pink box in my hand and feel silly. It’s tied with a sparkly pink ribbon and looks more like a present for a little girl than someone graduating high school.
She doesn’t look like a little girl anymore.
My heart thumps as I walk toward the front door.

Pushing the thought aside, I knock on the door and try not to fidget while I wait. After half a second it flies open, revealing a short older woman. She’s much too old to be Eden’s mother, and I think for a moment that I might have the wrong house.

“Welcome, Mr. Black. The Boltons are expecting you. Everyone is out by the pool.”

She steps out of the way and points me towards the back of the house. When I step on the back deck, I’m greeted by Eden’s stepfather, John. We shake hands, and then his wife, Melanie, walks over to greet me as well.

“We are so glad you were able to make it today. Eden didn’t tell us until last night that you might be coming. So good of you to come by and say hello,” Melanie says, looking around the pool. “She’s around here somewhere.”

I see a lot of young kids in the pool playing what looks like volleyball over a net, and a large group off to the side, around the catered tables and wait staff. At the other end of the pool is a group of adults, everyone in swimwear. I’m fully clothed in the ridiculous June heat, and I almost feel awkward about it. I can already feel drops of sweat falling down my back, and the pool looks heavenly.

“Please, make yourself at home. We’ve got new swimsuits for everyone in the pool house, and you’ll find towels and sunscreen there, too.”

“I really can’t stay. I just wanted to say hello and drop off Eden’s present.”

“We insist,” John says. “I’m sure you’d like to stay for cake and give her the gift personally. After all, you’ve meant so much to her.” He looks at Melanie, and for a brief second something passes between them. It’s gone before I can process it, and they turn away from me and walk over to another couple, acting as if our conversation is over.

I guess to them it is. They were always a cold and distant couple, so I’m sure someone telling them no is unusual and uncomfortable for them. But I can’t help but think what that look meant.

As the sun blazes down on the backyard, I wonder how there isn’t a single inch of shade. My dress shirt and tie were appropriate for the graduation, but now are completely ridiculous around all the people enjoying a backyard barbecue. I look around for another ten minutes. Unable to find Eden, I finally give in. Changing into swim trunks sounds wonderful right now, and I’m desperate to get some sort of relief.

Making my way to the pool house, I look for Eden as I pass through the crowd, but still nothing. By the time I make it over to the entrance, my shirt is soaked from the heat, and I open the door praying it’s cooler inside. It’s only a little less hot inside, the shade being the only difference. It doesn’t seem like there’s an air conditioner in the small pool house, and if there is, it’s shut off. I pull at my tie, walking around to see if there are any of the swim trunks Melanie was talking about. There’s not much to the pool house, only a small couch in the room and two doors off of it. The first door is a closet filled with pool floats and chemicals, so I check the other door. Inside there’s a bathroom with a shower, and a table inside that has a couple of bathing suits piled on it. They all still have their tags, so I look through and pick one with the size I think will fit. They even have a basket of flip-flops to choose from and clean towels stacked beside it.

Setting Eden’s present down on the table, I take off my soaked dress shirt and tie. I slip off my shoes and socks, then undo my belt buckle, pulling it free. Pushing down my slacks and boxer shorts, I feel some blessed relief from the heat, even though the pool house is anything but cool.

I stand there naked and close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of not having anything clinging to me for a second. I run my hands down my chest and to my cock, thinking about seeing Eden today. God, I shouldn’t have these thoughts about her. I’m going to hell. The devil himself will cut off my cock for the thoughts I’ve been having since I saw her today. One smooth rub on my cock and I’m thickening. I need to put to rest the dirty images that are creeping into my head and forget them. Or maybe save them until I’m alone and in the dark, where no one can judge what I want to do to that little girl. My little bit. But she isn’t so little anymore.

“Is that for me?”

My eyes snap open at the soft voice, one I won’t ever forget.

Eden is standing before me in a tiny, see-through, white bikini that’s barely held together by what looks like dental floss.

When her big hooded blue eyes, surrounded by a forest of lashes, lock with mine, she licks her lips. I can’t help but think she isn’t asking about the present I left sitting on the table.

“
E
den
.” I reach out, grabbing a towel and covering myself. Fuck. I can’t believe I was in here stroking my cock to the thought of her and she appeared.

She steps into the bathroom quickly and shuts and locks the door behind her. God, how did I forget to flip the lock?

“It’s okay, Coen. It’s just me.” She looks up at me through her lashes and bites her full bottom lip.

Jesus, if this isn’t some porn fantasy come to life, I don’t know what the fuck is. Her body is scattered with little droplets from the pool. Her white bikini is soaked, and my eyes follow a drop of water as it travels down between her full, perky breasts. Her pink nipples harden visibly under the thin material. As my gaze moves lower, I see the small scrap covering her young pussy. She must be clean-shaven, because I can make out the lines of her little cunt through the wet fabric.

My cock throbs behind the towel, and neither of us says a word for a moment as our eyes eat each other up. There’s something raw and hot that passes between us, and the already hot room charges with heat.

“Eden, you shouldn’t be in here.” My voice is lower than I expected, and even I can hear the thick need in it. Fuck, she’s barely legal. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. She too young for what I want to do to her. Too innocent.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” she whispers as she takes a step towards me.

I stand stock still, not knowing what to do. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about her, wanted to protect her, but this is different. This is so much more than I had anticipated, but somehow it feels like it’s been a long time coming.

“I’ve thought about you every single day. I turned eighteen last week, and I knew this was a way to get you to see me.” She takes another step and reaches one hand up, placing it on my chest.

The electric sizzle that charges between us nearly burns me. Something about her touch both calms and excites me. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and as her hand moves slowly down my chest, I feel the drag of pleasure across my skin.

“I’ve thought about you, too, Eden. Every day.” It’s a secret confession that I’ve never said aloud, and I can’t keep it in any longer. With her, there was always something there, and now it’s gone from me wanting to protect her to wanting to own her.

“Did you think of the things you wanted to do to me? Because I did. I touched myself thinking of you. I saved my virginity so you could have it.”

“Fuck.” Hearing her say she’s a virgin and that she saved her pussy for me has cum leaking out of my cock and smearing on the towel I’m holding in front of me. The need I’ve hidden for years starts bearing down on me, trying to rip free. “You can’t say that, Eden. God, we shouldn’t be in here. It’s not right.”

I try to take a step back, but I physically can’t. I don’t want to leave her touch. This is completely insane, and everything in my head is screaming for me to leave the room. But my heart is louder, and I stay rooted to the spot, unable to pull away from her.

“I think we both know something special happened the day you saved me, Coen. That day I became yours, and I’ve belonged to you ever since. Now that I’m old enough, you can finally have me. Take me from here.”

Her hand moves a little lower, and I think about doing exactly what she says—scooping her up in my arms and taking her from this place, from a home that never cared for her the way she needed, to a place that’s safe. A place where I’ll have my eyes on her at all times. No one would be able to take her from me. She’d be mine forever. I could give her everything she would ever need or want. I’d go to bed every night with her, my cock deep inside her young pussy, waking up the same way. Then maybe I wouldn’t have those dreams of her anymore. I’d finally get to do all the things I wanted.

I shake my head at the last thought. What’s wrong with me? I’m losing control.

“Eden, since that day you’ve always meant something to me. But we can’t do anything. You know that, right?” I take a deep breath, willing myself to be strong. “You’re so beautiful, sweet girl, and I’d be lucky to have even a taste of you. But we can’t do this.”

She licks her full lips, and I want to groan at seeing her soft, pink tongue.

“If you won’t take me and keep me, then I guess this is all I can have.” She pouts her bottom lip and runs her hand down my stomach and to my waist.

My cock is so hard that the tip is almost touching my belly button. And as her little fingers move down, I feel one of them brush the tip behind the towel. I should stop her, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I let her keep going. Back and forth, she rubs the tip, feeling beads of cum coat her finger. The sticky cum smears all over her, and just when I’m about to release a load, she takes her finger away and brings it to her mouth. She sucks on it like she would a cock, hollowing out her cheeks and letting her big lips pucker around it. She closes her eyes, making a sound of appreciation, and I almost collapse to the floor at the sight.

I lean forward, wanting to kiss her, but suddenly she pops the finger out of her mouth and takes a step back, looking at me with big bright eyes and a smile that tells me she’s up to no good.

“Guess if you don’t want me we should get back to the party. I’ve got a V-card to get rid of.” She whips around so fast I don’t have time to react as she flings the door of the bathroom open and takes a step out. Just before she leaves the pool house, she turns and winks at me. “Maybe you can stay for cake, and then I can see the present you brought me.”

She walks out, leaving me in a state of blue balls like I’ve never had before. I grit my teeth and slam the bathroom door, both hating what she’s just done and dying because I wanted more. I think about what she said and how she’s just baiting me into doing what she wants.

But as I grab the swim trunks and stuff my rock-hard cock in them, I think about her letting someone else have her. She’s a tease and she’s up to no good, but I won’t let her do something reckless. I’ve cared for her for far too long to let her fall into danger now. Even if the danger is me.