Elijah: The Boss's Gift (9 page)

She whimpered. The arousal built at his words. Cherry
worked her clit as he worked his thumb inside her ass.

“I’m going to fuck
this
 
ass
, baby. Every part of you is going
to know
my cum
, and tonight when you come to my room,
I’m going to fill that sweet mouth with my cum.”

Cherry moaned, imagining herself on her knees before him.

“You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then all you need to do is come for me.”

She cried out, throwing herself into orgasm. Cherry
kept stroking her clit as the pleasure intensified in ways she didn’t think was
possible. The pleasure went to another dimension.

Through her orgasm, Elijah began to pound inside her,
fucking her harder and harder. His cock was like a brand, filling her pussy,
and making sure no other man would ever get a chance to be within her. She
didn’t want any other man.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight and hot.” He
gripped her hip, fucking her pussy with his cock and her ass with his thumb.

She came a second time, whimpering at the pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” Elijah said, filling her pussy with his
cum. He collapsed over her, removing his thumb from her ass.

Elijah didn’t give
her a
chance
to rest. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her through to the bathroom.
She protested at being moved so quickly. Everything on her body was sensitive
to his touch.

“You, sweet
Cherry
, you’re going
to drive me crazy.” He turned the hot water on, holding her against him as they
stood underneath the water.

She was driving him crazy?

Elijah had made her fall in love with him. Cherry
closed her eyes to the spray of the water. Biting her lip, she kept those
thoughts to herself. He didn’t need to know that she was in love with him. It
was such a stupid emotion, and she wasn’t going to be laughed at by him.

****

Elijah watched Cherry gather the dishes and taking
them through to the kitchen.

“You’re staring at her again,” Mindy said, smirking.

He turned to stare at his daughter.

“Do you really think I don’t know you’re having sex?”
she asked.

“You shouldn’t even know what that word is. Do I need
to start hurting boys at your school?”

Mindy rolled her eyes. “No. I’m fifteen. I’m not
stupid. They teach this stuff at schools.”

“They really shouldn’t.”

“Are you going to marry her?” Mindy asked. “I know you
loved my mom, but she’s been dead a long time. I doubt she’ll want you to be
alone forever. I know
I
don’t want
you to be alone forever.”

“Marriage isn’t on the cards.”

“But you’re not going to kick her out, are you? I
really like her, Dad.”

Mindy looked so nervous. “I’m not going to kick her
out. She’s staying here.” He didn’t know if Cherry even wanted to marry him.
She was not the easiest woman to read. The women he’d been with in the past
knew what he wanted. The greed in their eyes was always clear to see, but with
Cherry, she was different. There was no greed evident when he looked at her.

Cherry came back, carrying the peach cobbler and
custard. She took a seat on the opposite side of Mindy.

He’d taken the time to wash her in the shower, teasing
her until she was aroused. Her nipples pressed against her shirt, pointing at
him. When Mindy was in bed, he was taking her to his room, and tonight she
wasn’t leaving his bed. He didn’t care if he had to tie her
down,
she was staying by his side.

She served them some cobbler while Mindy talked about
everything and nothing. The food was delicious. Ever since Cherry had started
teaching Mindy, the food had improved tenfold.

After dinner, Mindy went to finish her homework, and
he entered the kitchen to help Cherry with the dishes.

“Mindy knows about us,” he said.

Cherry jerked around to look at him. “How does she
know about us? I’ve not told her.”

“I know and neither have I, but she knows.”

Cherry stared at the floor between them. “Do you want
to stop?”

“No. I want you to spend the night in my bed.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s where you belong.”

He picked up a plate and started to dry it.

“We don’t know each other.”

“You’d be surprised how much we know about each
other.”

“You were married before, weren’t you?”

“I was. She was nothing like you, and that’s a good
thing.”

“Do you miss her?” Cherry asked.

“Sometimes.”

Since Cherry had entered his life, he’d not missed her
once. They finished off the dishes in silence. Elijah left her to go to his
study. He opened the drawer where he’d stored his wife’s picture. Bethan smiled
up at him. It was time to move on from her. It had been fifteen years since she
died.

Putting her picture away, Elijah leaned back in his
chair. Staring down at the file on his desk, Elijah opened it up to see the
name of the next foster home Cherry had been part of. She spent a great deal of
time with this family, a full year when she was fifteen, but for some reason it
didn’t work out.

He looked up to find Cherry standing in the doorway.

“You’re looking at my file again,” she said.

“Why did you stay with this family a year?” He pointed
down at the piece of paper. She entered the room, closing the door. “Don’t lie
to me, Cherry.”

“What is your cover for your real business?” she
asked, taking a seat.

“What?” He tilted his head to the side.

“I want to know more about you. If the only way to get
information about you is to answer your questions, then I want mine answered.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I’m interested in knowing the truth.”

He leaned back in his chair, wondering what her game
was. In the month that he’d known Cherry, she didn’t play games. She was blunt
with him in all things. The one condition she’d set he’d stuck to until the
attraction had been too much for both of them.

“Do you really think you’re in a position to question
me?” he asked.

“Then you won’t get your answers.”

She folded her arms over her chest to face him.

“You’ve been quite the little survivor, haven’t you?”
he asked.

“I’ve been what I needed to be to live to this moment,
yes.”

“You don’t have to survive with me.”

“Then what do I have to do?”

“Live. That’s all you need to do with me. You don’t
have to fight for your place. I’ll take care of you in everything.” He turned
the file around for her to see. “I’m an investor. I invest a lot of my money
into companies that need it. I also work the stock markets. I’ve got one hell
of an accountant. I also invest with Caleb and Henry. You’ve met them.”

“Neither of them are just club owners?” she asked.

“No, they’re not. They own guns, drugs, and women.
They’re in the lifestyle with me. On paper, we’re all businessmen. Now tell me,
why did you stay with the Blooms for a year?”

“They were good people, but they had a lot on their
plate.”

“I see they had a son. Why did you leave such a good
home?” Elijah asked.

“Their eldest son was diagnosed with leukemia. They needed
all the money they could get, and I was just an extra expense. I left them so
they could save him.”

“Why? You were living a good life.”

“Wouldn’t you make sacrifices for people you loved?”
Cherry asked.

He thought about Mindy. Elijah would die for her, but
looking at the woman before him, he’d die for her, too.

“Will you ever get married again?”

Elijah took the file back and turned the page. “You
know you’ve got limited questions, right?”

“I know what I want to ask.”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
The truth was, no other woman had even come close to being marriageable as none
of them lived up to Bethan.

“That’s not an answer.”

“No woman has ever appealed to me to spend a great
deal of time with.”

“You’ve only been interested in sex?”

“Yes, and that’s two questions.”

She shook her head. “No, that is an extension of the
first one, just like this one. Will you consider marrying the right woman
again?”

“Yes.”

“You may ask your question.”

“You’re sure? I’m not going to be targeted or shit?”

“No, go ahead.” Cherry smiled right at him, and that
shit twisted his stomach.

“Why didn’t you ever go to the police?”

“Do you really think they’d have believed me?” she
asked.

“You don’t have a record. You were clean. They should
believe you.”

“Exactly, should, it doesn’t mean they would.” She
crossed her legs, staring across the desk. “Why didn’t you just kill me?”

“Did you want to die?”

“No, I didn’t, but you didn’t have to save me. You
didn’t know me. How did you know Marcel wasn’t setting you up?”

Elijah ran fingers through his hair. Standing up, he
rounded the desk so that he was standing right in front of her. Reaching behind
him, he grabbed the file from her. “Marcel knows not to mess with me. Your eyes
gave you away. You were terrified.”

“You’re completely insane.”

“I’ve got a reputation for getting jobs done. You
wanted to die, you’d be dead already. I’m not interested in giving second
chances or even giving people firsts. You didn’t want to be there that day. I
know what that’s like.”

“How?” she asked.

Gritting his teeth, he gripped the file tighter. “I
didn’t want to be in the hospital the day my wife died. She was the first woman
I ever loved or trusted with my life. I didn’t want to be there when they told
me I had a beautiful healthy baby girl but they were sorry my wife didn’t make
it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“At the time a bunch of little punk-ass shits thought
they could fight me for their territory. That day, I took care of business.
I’ve not had to fight for anything else since. It doesn’t take long for people
to work out I will kill to get the job done.” Elijah turned the file. “You
stayed here for three months, why?”

Her gaze drifted over the file. “I don’t want to tell
you.”

“You started this, finish it.”

“Twin brothers, older than I was and decided I was
going to be their toy. Their father took care of it. Move on.” Cherry stood,
making her way toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s getting late, and I’m tired.”

“You’re not going to share anymore.”

“I don’t need to keep looking at the file in my past.
I know it off by heart.” She kept going, but at the door she turned around to
look at him. “I stayed in five more foster homes until I was eighteen. The
first two homes after the one you got there were never going to work. They were
religious and wanted me to repent for being born. They didn’t force me. They
hurt me in other ways. It wasn’t going to happen. The one after that was an
elderly couple. They were amazing, but they couldn’t handle a teenager so I
left. The final two houses were just a place to crash. It wasn’t always bad,
and it wasn’t always good. I got over everything that happened. This, what
you’re doing, it doesn’t change what happened.” She shrugged. “I’m going to
bed.”

He watched her disappear as he stared down at her
file. This was her past, and he needed to put an end to it as well. Closing the
file, he took out the sheet with the details of the twins. He’d call Caleb and
Henry. The twins would be his last call to make, and then he’d move on.
Slamming the file closed, Elijah went up to his room.

Chapter Seven

Cheryl stared up at the cascading water while thinking
about Elijah. No man had ever taken the time to care about her like he did. He
was the first person that she knew who had made a file on her, intent on getting
even with all the men who hurt her. She smiled even as the thought terrified
her. Elijah wasn’t a man to be messed with.

Her body heated at the remembered touch of his hands
caressing her. He knew what to do with those hands as he cared for her.

“I told you I wanted you in my room,” Elijah said.

She gasped, turning around to find Elijah standing in
her shower. He was naked.

“I thought you were busy.” It was hard for her not to
cover herself. She was so used to trying to hide her nakedness.

He climbed into the shower stall, taking the soap from
her hands. “I decided it was time to leave the past in the past.” Elijah
lathered his hands, pulling her out of the direction of the water. They changed
places so that he was under the water. His hands moved over her body,
caressing, washing,
stroking
each part of her. She
whimpered as his hands cupped her tits, running his fingers over her nipples.
They were tight with arousal. He didn’t spend long caressing her body as he
moved down her stomach before landing over her curves. Elijah held her tight
against him so the water spilled over each of them. His fingers, now free from
the soap, continued to play with her pussy.