Elijah: The Boss's Gift (7 page)

Elijah: Come back home now!

She needed to get back to college herself, as
otherwise she’d be late. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel she was
tempted not to go to him. Pressing her thighs together, Cherry wanted him
desperately again. They’d been cut short this morning as Mindy had been on the
way to her bedroom. Elijah had hidden inside the bathroom while Mindy started
talking about what she should wear.

Throughout it all, Mindy hadn’t even noticed that
Cherry was naked. When she finally left, Elijah excused himself.

Go, you know you want to.

Putting the phone back in the holder she turned the
car around, heading back home. Her heart was racing as she pulled up in front
of the house. Elijah was standing in his business suit. His hands were in his
pockets, waiting.

Climbing out of the car, she walked up the steps. He
didn’t touch her.

The front door closed, and Elijah pushed her against
the nearest wall, pushing her hands up above her head.

She had worn jeans, and he worked the button open,
pushing the denim down her thighs. “You’re going to have to start wearing
skirts. It’ll be easier for me.”

Cherry cried out, groaning as his lips sucked on her
neck. He let go of her hands, and she watched him unbuckle his belt, sliding
the zipper down. His pants ended up around his knees.

In the next instance his hands landed on her ass,
picking her up in his arms. She had learned not to argue with him. Elijah was
incredibly strong, and he liked to hold her in place.

“You don’t need to contain those sweet sounds anymore,
baby. We’re alone.”

She threw her head back and screamed as he slammed
inside her in one quick thrust. He was so incredibly hard and thick.

“Do you really think I’d let you go to college with
all those young men without fucking you first?” he asked. He stopped talking to
slide out of her body. Cherry didn’t get the chance to say anything as he
plunged back inside her. He hit her cervix, and the pain mixed together with
the pleasure. All she could do was gasp as he held her tightly, not letting her
go as she tried to ease the pressure. “When you’re in college, sitting in class
around those young bastards, you’re going to be filled with my spunk and know
who you belong to.”

Was he jealous?

She wouldn’t cheat on Elijah. They may be secret, but
to her they were exclusive.

The hold he had on her ass tightened. He started to
fuck her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on.
His cock was so long and thick that she didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain
he was inspiring. Pressing her head against his, she whimpered.

“Touch yourself, Cherry. I want you to come as I fuck
you.”

Reaching between them, she teased her clit, shocked by
the sensation of his cock pounding inside her. She was already dripping wet,
and touching her slick clit didn’t hurt her.

She rubbed her pussy as Elijah kept fucking her. He
leaned forward, sucking her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Crying out,
she fingered her clit faster.

Her orgasm was building, and she didn’t want it to
end.

“Come for me, Cherry.”

His order was all it took. He also did something with
his hips that seemed to drive him deeper into her pussy.

Cherry came with
a scream, whimpering at the intense pleasure that he’d created.

Elijah fucked her hard, driving into her. The moment
he grunted and his cock jerked inside her, Cherry held on tighter to him. He
took her down to the floor. His cock was still within her, but they were on the
floor panting for breath.

She held onto him even as the pleasure started to ebb
away.

“I couldn’t let you go without taking you,” Elijah
said.

He pulled away enough for her to stare into her eyes.

“You’re confusing me. I won’t cheat on you, Elijah. I
don’t want another man.” She did something she’d wanted to do for a long time.
Cherry reached up and touched his cheek. He was so handsome, mature, and knew the
world that she lived in. Elijah knew the shit she’d been through, and yet he’d
not taken her against her will.

That time on the table, their first time, she’d been
more than willing.

In the month they’d known each other, he’d given her a
better life than anyone else. No foster home had ever done this for her.

It was always them against her.

“Are you, erm, are you still fucking those other women
you’ve talked about?” Cherry asked. She hadn’t forced the issue of a condom
between them. Did she need to visit the doctors? She could get pregnant, but
she didn’t want to anger Elijah. The idea of being cared for thrilled her. She
hadn’t been cared for her whole life. The only person who cared about her was
her.

“No, I’m not seeing anyone else. They’re not even in
the same league as you, Cherry.” He stroked a hand down her face resting around
her neck. She wasn’t frightened by the hold he had on her. “There won’t be any
more women. I’m clean.”

“I could get pregnant.”

“You’re not going on anything, and I’m not stopping.”

She didn’t want to hope for anything. Cherry nodded.
What else could she do? Elijah could have taken her life, but instead he’d
given her one.

Elijah pulled out of her pussy, reaching up to the
tissues resting on the counter by the door. He wiped his excess cum from her
lips. She didn’t know what to say when he helped her back into her panties then
her jeans. He tore off her shirt, pulling his off, bundling her back up.

“You’ll wear my shirt today, and I don’t want to hear
any arguments from you.”

His shirt was surprisingly bigger than she’d thought.
Rolling up the sleeves, she was surprised when he tucked the shirt into the
waistband of her jeans.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“I’m thirty-nine.” He tucked some hair behind her ear.
“Go on to college. Remember who you belong to. Tonight, I want you to come to
my room.”

She’d never been to his room. He always sneaked into
her room.

Licking her dry lips, she nodded.

He held the keys up for her to take. “Have a good
day.”

Taking the keys from him, she passed him as he opened
the door for her. She stared at him as she climbed back behind the wheel. What
was happening between them?

Elijah stood with his arms folded over his naked
chest. She was struggling to think of a reason why she needed to go to college
today.

Go.

Pulling out of the driveway, she gave Elijah a final
wave.

****

“Are you sure this is him?” Elijah asked, stood
outside his warehouse. Tom was assigned to Cherry’s protection detail today.
John was with him. “That is Jacob Jones. He’s twenty-four years old and is the
first boy in the foster home that Cherry went to when she was thirteen years
old.”

Elijah gritted his teeth. Staring down at the report
in his hands he couldn’t believe this asshole wasn’t in prison. Seeing that
Jacob had a lot of friends in high places he wasn’t really surprised. Some men
knew the right people and had the money to stay out of jail. This little shit
had a long line of victims behind him, some victims who were scared to talk,
other victims that had been paid off, and again some that were missing.

It didn’t take a genius to work out what happened to
them.

Jacob Jones thought he was a hard-ass.
Let’s see how hard he is when he faces me.

Entering the warehouse, Elijah buttoned up his jacket
as he saw the little shit sitting on a chair. John had tied him down with rope
keeping him in place.

“What the fuck is this about, man? Is this about
money? I’ve got money. You need a favor? I can call all of them in.”

“He’s not above bribery to get what he wants,” John said.

This was one of the first men he was sure had hurt
Cherry. He’d find out the truth, and he was good at it.

“You’re a businessman. You don’t want to do this. I’ve
got people who care.”

Dragging a chair in front of the man, Elijah knew he
shouldn’t care about what happened in Cherry’s past, but he couldn’t let it go.
She’d suffered, and he wasn’t interested in seeing the men who caused her pain
living happy lives.

He used Caleb and Henry to help him find the men. Both
men had asked him if Cherry was worth it. Not only was she worth it, Elijah
wasn’t going to stop until he made sure all the men who’d hurt Cherry were
brought to his kind of justice.

She’d been in his life a month, in his bed a weekend,
and already she was under his skin. The thought of some asshole hitting on her,
made him angry. He was possessive of her.

He was also aware that he’d not spoken to Bethan in a
long time.

“You’ve got people who care, Mr. Jones. I’ve got
people who’d make sure your people couldn’t give two
shits
.”
He stared at the asshole. Jacob had that boy-next-door look. He didn’t doubt
the asshole used that to get what he wanted.

“I don’t know you, man. I’m a good guy.”

“You’re a good guy?” Elijah asked.
“Really?
You see, I’ve got friends in higher places than yours.”

He reached across the small table and picked up the
file he’d collected on Jacob Jones.

“Wow, Jacob, your idea of being a good guy and my idea
are two completely different things.” Elijah whistled. “Assault, rape, DUI, all
of this shit adds up, and you’ve been doing it for a long time. I don’t give a
shit about the DUI. I’m interested in something from your past or someone.”

He closed the file, staring at the man before him.

“What do you want?”

“A woman who
goes by the name Cherry Morgan.
What do you know
about her?” Elijah asked. He wasn’t going to tell the asshole what Cherry meant
to him. Jacob was going to dig his own grave.

Elijah saw the spark of recognition in Jacob’s eyes.
So the bastard hadn’t forgotten about her.

“I see you remember her.”

“What’s she done? I swear I’ve not seen her for
years.”

“Are you sure? It says that she only stayed with your
family for a short time. Maybe she’d come back to you? Did she have a crush or
something?” Elijah asked.

“Yes, she had a crush. Bitch doesn’t know when to
respect her betters.” Jacob laughed. “What has the bitch done now? She making
up some fucked up stories? Don’t believe a word she says, man. That cunt
doesn’t deserve shit. My family gave her a home, and she tried to shit all over
it.” Once Jacob started talking he didn’t stop, but he didn’t let on to what
he’d done.

“What did she say? There’s nothing here?” Elijah
nodded at John.

His man walked behind Jacob, grabbing the back of his
neck, pressing the blade to his throat.

“Fuck, man, I don’t want to die.”

“Then you better start talking. I’m not in the mood to
wait.”

“The bitch was begging for it, all right? She wanted a
bit of Jacob, so I gave it to her and she started saying I raped her.
Didn’t happen that way.”

“You raped her?”

“No, man, I didn’t rape her. I found out her mother
was a crack whore.
Sold her pussy for drugs.
Cherry
was the same. She wanted my dick, and afterwards she wanted shit.”

Elijah let him continue to talk, bragging about how he
took what Cherry didn’t have to offer. When John pressed the blade harder
against Jacob’s throat, the truth came out. “Yes, I raped her. I fucked her,
and she begged me to stop. Shit, man, I’m sorry. The knife, fuck, it hurts.”

Nodding at John, Elijah stared at the sick little
shit. He didn’t want to think about Cherry being taken by force. She’d lost
everything in her life, had shit taken from her that wasn’t for others to take.
It was time someone came to her rescue. He was going to take care of her and
not let fuckers like Jacob hurt her again.

“Yeah, Cherry’s my woman, Jacob,” Elijah said. “She
belongs to me.” He stood up, removing his jacket and then his crisp white
shirt. Elijah had already spoken to the men Jacob worked for. None of them were
willing to pay for the bastard’s release. No one wanted to go up against
Elijah.

“What? You said you were looking for her?”

“Did I? I lied. Cherry’s
mine,
and I’ve made it my personal mission to find all the scum like you who hurt her
when you should have kept your filthy fucking hands to yourself.” He pulled out
the picture of Cherry. It was from when she was a young girl. “This is the girl
you raped. You used force to keep her under you while you tortured her.”

He handed all the files to John as he removed his
white shirt. Elijah took the brass knuckles from John. “Now, I think it’s time
I gave you a little payback. You didn’t just stop at Cherry. You kept going,
looking for new victims, frightened women.”