Page 58 of White Rabbit

I lift my hand to silence him when his lips part and his eyes flash. I know I won’t like whatever he says, so there’s no point in having an answer. Creed would always find a way in.

“You’re supposed to be in Ogmore.” Taking a few tentative steps forward, I stop near the end of the couch. “Did you break out? No. Don’t tell me that either.”

He laughs, and there are butterflies in my stomach. I’d never seen him in his normal clothes, only in prison garments. Obviously, when I’d been doing my research on him, I’d come across plenty of pictures of him at events like charity galas where he wore suits, but this was different.

There’s a black motorcycle helmet placed on my coffee table like some sort of centerpiece and his leather jacket is draped over my armchair. He’d made himself very much at home. The white T-shirt he’s rocking is practically molded to his body, clinging to his muscular frame. Faded black jeans with rips in the knee, hug his thick thighs and the combat boots just finish the whole look. Add in the tattoos and the eyebrow scar and if I wasn’t already in love with him, I would definitely be halfway there now.

Shit.

My mind rewinds to replays that thought.

There it is.

I’m in love with Elijah Creed.

“The charges were overturned. The case was always weak but then evidence magically emerged that proved there was corruption in the system.” He snorts and reaches for my hand, pulling me to stand between his legs. “It turns out that the warden had also been taking bribes. Shocking behavior.”

Climbing into his lap, I bury my face against his neck, inhaling the musky, rich scent of him. Needing more, I bite down lightly, nibbling the curve where his neck meets his shoulder. I love this man, and it will never be enough. I’ll never get enough of him.

Stroking my hair, he makes a small humming noise as he tilts his head back to give me more access. “You’re nuzzling a free man, Rabbit.”

For now. Until the next time something like this happens…I suck on his skin, angry with myself for needing him so much. He couldn’t leave me. Not now. Not ever.

“C’mere, Rabbit.” As if sensing my desperate mood and the way my body has tensed, Eli nudges me up so that he can cup my face. His thumbs brush against my cheeks softly as he peppers my face with tender little kisses. “I missed you.”

“You saw me a few days ago.” I say as he kisses the tip of my nose.

Another kiss lands just above my eyebrow. “It was too long.”

“I missed you too.”

“How much?”

Sliding off his legs and down onto the floor, I grin. “Let me show you.”

“Hmmmm, I like where this is going Rabbit, but I’m also going to need to see those tits of yours. Now.”

Grateful I wore my zip front sports bra this morning, I worked quickly to tear it off and toss it aside, leaving me in only my running shorts and socks.

“C’mon Rabbit. Those too.” Eli whines as he practically rips off his own clothes as if they were burning his skin.

Laughing and giggling, I pull off my socks and shimmy my way out of my shorts and underwear, sitting back on the floor with my legs spread to give him something to look at while he works his jeans down.

Elijah was the stuff of dark fantasies, muscular and covered in ink, alluring and filthy. He definitely wasn’t the man you brought home for dinner. No, he was the one who chased you through the woods to fuck you in the dirt, telling you to take it like a good girl. Especially with his thick, fat cock slapping against his stomach when he moves.

When he’s just as naked as I am, I crawl back between his spread thighs. Trailing my fingers over his body, I get a closer look at the ink on his legs. It was like the pages of a mythology book. A goddess seemed to be wound around the top of his thigh, while demons and creatures intertwined the design to his ankle. The terrifyingly striking design continues on his other leg, with gods and what appeared to be a Viking warrior.

“I love your ink,” I admit, placing a kiss just above his knee.

“This one right here is my favorite.” On his chest, near his heart, he points out a tattoo of…a rabbit. It’s almost geometric in design, but there’s no questioning exactly what it is.

“When? Who? How?” Full sentences seem beyond me right now.

Eli leans forward and claims my mouth in a kiss, invading my senses, and he hungrily takes what he wants from me. “A scrawny Russian named Pascha did it in exchange for half a bottle of vodka and some porn.”

Pushing him back against the couch cushions, I wrap a hand around his hard shaft and angle the head of his cock towards me. I had planned to drag it out, to drive him insane with lust and need, but seeing that tattoo had me feral and desperate for him in any way I could get him.

Lowering my face, I watch as a bead of pre-cum forms on the tip of his flushed dick. It throbs, hot and heavy in my hand and I know my warm breath just glancing over his skin is driving him wild as he tosses his head back with a groan and scrubs his face with his hands.

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