I was afraid of breaking Eva, but she didn’t share the same sentiment. Her tits jiggled in my face as she rode my cock to orgasm.
“Harrison,” she screamed. “Oh God, baby.”
I watched her face as she came, mesmerized by the look of ecstasy that passed over her beautiful features.
She crumbled into a heap on top of me, her chest heaving in unison with mine. This was the woman for me. Sweaty, sexy and sated. “I love you, Eva. So fucking much.”
“I love you, Harrison. With all my heart and soul.”
Waiting until we’d both caught our breath, I caressed her back and ass, whispering sweet words into her ear and kissing her skin.
“Ready to get clean?” I said after a while.
“With you, I’m ready for anything,” she said. I could feel her smile against my skin. My heart overflowed with love.
We both climbed into the bath, water slashing and spilling over edges onto the tiles. I didn’t care. Eva sat with her back to me, leaning against me while I washed her stomach and her breasts, taking my time as I massaged over her skin.
An idea I’d had during the flight came back to me. “I was thinking . . . with the payout I’m getting from work I’ll have enough money to get us a bigger place. Want to go house hunting over the weekend?”
Eva hesitated. “What about the place I’m supposed to move to?”
I paid special attention to washing between her thighs. My fingers stroked lovingly over the tufts of hair that had grown since her last wax. No way did I want her to go all smooth again. She purred like a kitten, pushing her mound up to meet my hand.
“Baby, I think we should get our own new place. Somewhere we both choose where we can start a new life together. Somewhere I can have access to you twenty-four/seven. What do you say?”
“I say yes. I like the idea of moving in with my own personal bodyguard. It’s sexy, and you’re so much hotter than Kevin Costner.”
I laughed. “And I definitely have a bigger dick than he does, too.”
We were going to be okay.
Thank fuck.
Chapter 50 — Eva
Three Months Later
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Lying propped on my elbows with cushions under my stomach in the tall grass only yards from the crashing waves, I took a deep breath of the crisp, salty air while I lay in the sun to get a bit of a tan on my legs and back.
Harrison had run up to our new beach house to fetch cold drinks and an umbrella while I just relaxed. He fussed over me like a mother hen, and although I wasn’t used to it at first, I’d slowly become accustomed to it, and now I totally enjoyed being spoiled by my man.
We’d only moved in a few weeks ago and were still adjusting to living so close to the beautiful ocean, so that morning we’d decided to make full use of the clear blue skies and beautiful weather.
I flicked lazily through my tablet, looking for online wedding sites as inspiration to make a mood board on social media. Harrison and I decided that Jade deserved her moment of glory as the blushing bride and I was relieved to have more time to plan my special day. Our wedding was going to be everything I ever dreamed of since I was a little girl and the exact opposite of the day on the island with Nolan.
It was an easy decision to get married after Ryder and Jade, as we didn’t want to steal the limelight from them. My turn would come soon enough and I still had to pinch myself that it was going to happen and that Harrison had committed to me.
Part of the fun of planning a wedding was looking at pictures to get ideas for décor and venues and I was taking my time to get it just right. The most important part though was my search for a non-traditional dress. The last thing I wanted was a gown that reminded me of Nolan or that awful day. Harrison was totally cool with my ideas and told me all he cared about was that I showed up and didn’t do a runner on him. As if.
Whoa! What was that?
Nolan’s mug showed up in a breaking news article and I sucked in a breath as my gaze fell on his frowning face partially covered by his raised arm to ward off the camera. I couldn’t help a smirk. Oh the irony of how he tried to avoid his picture being taken after his arrest.
Every time I saw Nolan’s face on the news during his ongoing trial, I’d have a sickening twist in my stomach. It was only recently, after weeks of therapy, that I developed a sense of indifference whenever I heard or saw anything related to him.
Just as I wanted to flick my finger over the screen to make the picture disappear, the headline caught my eye.
Ex-senator Nolan Parker Found Dead.
I held my breath and read the rest of the article. Most of it was old news so I just skim read over the parts that mentioned the disgraced senator had stayed in a luxury penthouse under heavy security while he waited on the verdict. He’d thrown a lot of money at the best lawyers in the country to represent him and they’d negotiated lenient bail terms.
Typical Nolan. Some people never changed.
Yet it didn’t matter how much money he’d spent or that his team of lawyers were used to protecting their clients and winning their cases. The number of people who came out to testify against him was staggering. Nolan appeared to have made more enemies than friends. During his trial he’d been exposed as a fraud and an exploitative, deceptive and unscrupulous individual who didn’t give a damn who he used or damaged in his quest to get to the top.
To think that I was nearly tied to him for life. My stomach did a strange whirl and I had to swallow down the bile that rose to my throat. Seems I need more therapy sessions.
I kept reading. I wanted to know how he died.
Speculations were that he’d committed suicide, but I didn’t buy it. Nolan was way too much of a narcissist to ever contemplate doing something like that to himself. Chances were much higher that somebody had decided it was time for the self-involved politician to meet his maker.
Gazing into the distance, I hardly registered the deep blue of the ocean or the squawking of seagulls as my mind processed the new information. Relief washed over me that Nolan would no longer be able to affect my future.
In spite of Harrison’s assurance that he would protect me with his own life, I couldn’t help the small seed of fear that had planted firmly inside my mind. As long as he was alive Nolan could always come back to threaten my family.
Even prison couldn’t stop him if he wanted to get to me. Or Harrison.
Once the therapist I saw twice a week convinced me that Nolan derived erotic gratification from admiration of his own physical and mental attributes, and that he was most likely incapable of loving someone else, I’d found it a lot easier to deal with what had happened to me on that island.
It was always about Nolan, and only Nolan. He’d simply used me as a tool to feed his ego.
Proud that I was finally able to dissociate myself from the way he’d used my body, I’d tried my damn best to move on. Yet in spite of everything, that small seed of doubt would always have remained.
I grimaced as I thought back to the grueling time I’d been through after we returned from the island. Statements, testifying about what I’d been put through, examinations and tests . . . on and on for weeks, yet now it all seemed like a blur in my mind.
Reliving the hell Nolan had put me through caused me to wake drenched in sweat, screaming as nightmares invaded my sleep. Every time Harrison had comforted me, held me tight and reassured me that it would all be okay.
Every time he’d rock me in his arms and whisper one specific word repeatedly. “Karma, baby, karma.”
If it weren’t for Harrison, I could easily have lost the plot.
My man had saved me not only physically but in every way that really counted. It had taken a while to come to grips with it, to get over the emotional hurdles and mental distress, but I’d done it with the help of Harrison, Ryder and Jade.