Kirsten

Hi GiGi, I don't think Gideon would have done that. Again that's just my opinion. I think Gideon was up front about needing someone to go to social events with him (God forbid he show up stag... grrr... I know that wasn't Corrine's only purpose) and Corrine of course happily agreed because she thinks she is "in love" with him. Of course she is hoping this turns into more, but Gideon is never allowing that to happen. Corrine is never going to admit to anyone that she and Gideon are just friends because she doesn't want to even accept that herself. I do think Gideon will cut her off eventually because she has been a b**** to Eva, and she is always going to be a problem for Eva. Do I blame Corrine for being a b**** and doing whatever it takes to have Gideon Cross... nope. I would probably do the same thing. At the same time I realize actions have consequences. Corrine acting in such a way will ensure that Gideon can never even have a friendship with her. I feel bad for Corrine because she believes she loves Gideon (she doesn't really "know" Gideon so I'm not sure that is even possible IMO) and realizing she will never have a chance with him is going to leave her broken. I don't want to see her shattered, but she has brought some of this upon herself.

 I think she has a vendetta against Gideon. Not thrilled with being in the discard pile after he shoved his d*^k in her. Thank you Mags for making me chuckle.

Sheens I think LN meant that it had been about 3 weeks since Corrine and Gideon started "dating." Time spent with a woman he's not actively f*!king.

It's funny because Cary make this point to Eva very early on that they are having a similar thought process... Cary is a voice of reason at times... ya know when he's not stirring the pot.

   I loved that too.

 This line really got to me... "But emotionally, my love had been used against me with meticulous precision. I was struggling with reconciling the absolute trust I had in Gideon’s awareness of my needs and the wariness that came from a shattered heart still healing."

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 Hi GiGi, The first chapter, and part of chapter two can be found here: http://www.sylviaday.com/2013/05/07/entwined-chapter-one/ I posted the chapter in the thread here. Come on over and join us.

I agree that Gideon wants some answers about Brett, but Eva left that lunch and hasn't had contact with Brett since. Eva sent that email to Gideon AFTER her lunch with Brett so Gideon knows how much she wants and loves him. She is not parading around with him. I agree Eva has to answer some of Gideon's questions, but Gideon's sins in my eyes are much greater than Eva's. Yes I can look at it through his eyes and see where he felt this was his only choice, but Eva was broken by his being with Corrine. How long would Gideon have kept this charade up had Brett not made his intentions known?   I have no words for Corrine. I get the desperation. I can't even blame her for playing dirty to get Gideon, but Gideon needs to put an end to this nonsense. Eva deserves better. Â

I am most looking forward to this talk. I'm sure one of the snippets plays into that convo. Whether for the right reasons or not Gideon broke Eva's heart and he's got to make that up to her, and make her feel secure in their love.

LMAO sscrph. I think Gideon "allows" Eva to "see" the real him. He is so used to donning that mask.

LN what could Terry possibly be think though? Maybe this was all set in motion before the showdown at his office? Gideon came and got Eva that day, "rescuing her" and warned him to stay away from her. Surely he has to wonder what is going on here. I understand why Gideon went after her, but that was a big eff up on his part on one hand, that drive back to the office though helped his relationship with Eva though so I have to say ultimately it was worth it... I think.

I think he probably was. I don't think he would cheat either. Eva owns Gideon heart and soul.

I was a little confused by this because she knows Gideon is dark... maybe she got the full taste of the f*%k pad and all it's "accessories." What confused me though is her saying that Eva melted him... how can she say that, then not realize that she could never be telling Eva anything she didn't already know?

"I couldn’t contain the ferocious swell of emotion that needed release–the love and need, the anger and fear. And the pain. God, the pain. I still felt it keenly. I wanted to tear into him. To punish as well as pleasure. To make him experience some small measure of what I had when he’d pushed me away."  I loved that Eva was being so honest with her emotional state. I can only imagine the conversation that will eventually be had.

I agree.

LMAO.

Yes. I trust Eva's instincts and her instincts said she was.

So what does everyone think? Obviously this reporter is going to be trouble.

It certainly is, and I can see who is going to be causing us all sorts of trouble already. I won't hold it against you LN.

I couldn’t breathe for the pleasure, my entire body quivering as he cupped me in his hand and his long middle finger slid lazily into me. His palm rubbed against my , his fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place, restraining me. Gideon’s control seemed absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he was trembling harder than I was and his chest was heaving more forcefully. The sounds spilling from him were tinged with remorse and entreaty. Pulling back, I reached for his c*** with both hands, gripping him firmly. I knew his body well, too, knew what he needed and desired. I pumped him from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre- to the wide crest. He pushed back against the headboard with a groan, his finger curving inside me. I watched, riveted, as the thick drop rolled to one side of his glans, then slid down the length of him to pool at the top of my fist. “Don’t,†he panted. “Too close.†I stroked him again, my mouth watering as a gush of pre- streamed out of him. I was wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that I had such a profound eff ect on such a blatantly sexual creature. As he cursed, his fingers left me. He grabbed my hips, dislodging my grip on him. He yanked me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging c*** driving into me. I cried out and gripped his shoulders, my sex clenching against the thick penetration. “Eva.†His jaw and neck taut with strain, he started coming, spurting hot and hard inside me. The gush of lubrication opened me, my sex sliding down his pulsing erection until he filled me too full. My nails dug into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air. “Take it,†he bit out, angling my descent to gain that last little part of me that let him to sink in to the root. “Take me.†I moaned, welcoming the familiar soreness of having him so deep. The took me by surprise, my back bowing as the heated pleasure tore through me. Instinct took over, my hips moving of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focused only on the moment, the reclaiming of my man. My heart. Gideon yielded to my demands. “That’s it, angel,†he encouraged hoarsely, his erection still as hard as if he hadn’t just had a teeth-grinding climax. His arms fell to his sides. His hands fisted in the comforter. His biceps clenched and flexed with his movements. His abs tightened every time I took him to the hilt, the rigid lacing of muscles glistening with sweat. His body was a well-oiled machine and I was taking it to its limits. He let me. Gave himself to me. Undulating my hips, I took my pleasure, moaning his name. My core clenched rhythmically, another rushing up too quickly. I faltered, my senses overwhelmed. “Please,†I gasped. “Gideon, please.†He caught me by the nape and waist, and slid down until we were flat on the bed. Pinning me tightly, he held me immobile, thrusting upward… over and over… shafting my sex with fast, powerful lunges. The friction of his thick p**** rubbing and surging was too much. I jolted violently and came again, my fingers clawing into his sides. Shuddering, Gideon followed me over, his arms tightening until I could barely breathe. His harsh exhalations were the air that filled my burning lungs. I was utterly possessed, completely defenseless. “God, Eva.†He buried his face in my throat. “Need you. I need you so much.†“Baby.†I held him close. Still afraid to let go.

Chapter Two  June 4, 2013 — USA, CAN My thighs hit the mattress and I landed on my butt, falling to my back with Gideon leaning over me. He hitched me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before he settled atop me. His mouth was on my breast before I knew it, his lips soft and warm, the suction fast and greedy. He plumped the heavy weight in his hand, kneading possessively. “Christ, I’ve missed you,†he groaned. His skin was hot against my cool flesh, his weight so welcome after the long nights without him. I hooked my legs around his calves and shoved my hands beneath his waistband to grip his taut, hard Arse. I tugged him into me, arching my hips to feel his c*** through the cotton that separated us. Wanting him inside me, so that I’d know for certain he was mine again. “Say it,†I coaxed, needing the words he swore were inadequate. He pushed up and looked down at me, gently brushing my hair back from my forehead. He swallowed hard.  Jun 4 – AUS, NZ, SA Jun 6 – UK, Ireland Rearing, I caught his beautifully etched mouth in a kiss. “I’ll say it first: I love you.† He closed his eyes and quivered. Wrapping his arms around me, Gideon squeezed so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. “I love you,†he whispered. “Too much.†His fervent declaration reverberated through me. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried. “Angel.†His fist clenched in my hair. Lifting my head, I took his mouth, our kiss flavored with the salt of my tears. My lips moved desperately over his, as if he’d be gone at any second and I had no time to get my fill of him. “Eva. Let me . . .†He cupped my face, licking deep into my mouth. “Let me love you.†“Please,†I whispered, my fingers linking behind his neck to capture him. His erection lay hot and heavy against the lips of my sex, the weight of him the perfect pressure on my throbbing . “Don’t stop.†“Never. I can’t.†His hand cupped my buttock, lifting me into a deft roll of his hips. I gasped as the pleasure radiated through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. The light dusting of crisp hair was an unbearable stimulation. My core ached, begging for the hard-driving thrust of his c***. My nails raked his back from shoulder to hips. He arched into the rough caress with a low growl, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon. “Again,†he ordered gruffly, his face flushed and lips parted. Surging upward, I sank my teeth into his pectoral, just over his heart. Gideon hissed, quivering, and took it. I couldn’t contain the ferocious swell of emotion that needed release–the love and need, the anger and fear. And the pain. God, the pain. I still felt it keenly. I wanted to tear into him. To punish as well as pleasure. To make him experience some small measure of what I had when he’d pushed me away. My tongue stroked over the slight indentations left by my teeth and his hips rocked into me, his c*** sliding through the parted lips of my sex. “My turn,†he whispered darkly. Leaning on one arm, the biceps thick and beautifully defined, he squeezed my breast in his other hand. His head lowered and his lips surrounded the taut point of my nipple. His mouth was scorching hot, his tongue a rough velvet lash against my tender flesh. When his teeth bit into the furled tip, I cried out, my body jerking as sharp need arrowed to my core. I clutched at his hair, too impassioned to be gentle. My legs wrapped around him, tightening, echoing my need to claim him. Possess him. Make him mine again. “Gideon,†I moaned. My temples were wet from the trails of my tears, my throat tight and hurting. “I’m here, angel,†he breathed, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. His diabolical fingers tugged at the wet nipple he’d left behind, pinching it gently until I pushed up and into his hand. “Don’t fight me. Let me love you.†I realized then that I was pulling at his hair, trying to urge him away even as I fought to get closer. Gideon had me under siege, seducing me with his stunning male perfection and intimate expertise with my body. And I was surrendering. My were heavy, my sex wet and swollen. My hands roamed restlessly as my legs caged him. Still, he slipped farther away from me, his mouth whispering temptation across my stomach. Missed you so much… need you… have to have you… I felt a hot wetness slide over my skin and looked down to see that he was crying, too, his gorgeous face ravaged by the same surfeit of emotion flooding me. With shaking fingers, I touched his cheek, trying to smooth away the wetness that only returned the instant it was wiped away. He nuzzled into my touch with a soft, plaintive moan, and I couldn’t bear it. His pain was harder for me to deal with than my own. “I love you,†I told him. “Eva.†He slid back onto his knees and rose, his thighs spread between mine, his c*** thick and hard and bobbing under its weight. Everything in me tightened with ravenous greed. His big body was carved with rock-hard slabs of tautly defined muscle, his tanned skin sheened with perspiration. He was so powerfully elegant, except for his p****, which was bluntly primal with its thick coursing veins and wide root. His sac, too, hung large and heavy. He would make a statue as beautiful as Michelangelo’s David, but with a flagrantly erotic edge. Honestly, Gideon Cross had been designed to a woman right out of her mind. “Mine,†I said harshly, pushing up and scrambling gracelessly into him, pressing my torso tightly into his. “You’re mine.†“Angel.†He took my mouth in a rough, -fueled kiss. Lifting me, he moved, turning us so that his back was to the headboard and I was spread over him. Our flesh slid against each other, slickened by sweat. His hands were everywhere, his muscled body straining upward as mine had done. I cupped his face, licking fast into his mouth, trying to satisfy my thirst for him. He reached between my legs, his fingers delving reverently into my cleft. The roughened pads stroked over my and skirted the trembling opening to my sex. With my lips pressed to his, I moaned, my hips circling. He fingered me leisurely, building my need, his kiss gentling into a slow, deep F(&^*** of my mouth.

“Forever.†His fingertips pressed against my parted lips. “It’s over, Eva. Don’t argue about something that’s too late to change.†I brushed his hand away. “Is it over? Can we be together now, or are we still hiding our relationship from the police? Are we even in a relationship?†Gideon held my gaze, hiding nothing, letting me see his pain and fear. “That’s what I’m here to ask you.†“If it’s up to me, I’ll never let you go,†I said vehemently. “Never.†Gideon’s hands slid down my throat to my shoulders, blazing a hot trail across my skin. “I need that to be true,†he said softly. “I was afraid you’d run… that you’d be afraid. Of me.†“Gideon, no–†“I would never hurt you.†I caught the waistband of his sweats and tugged, even though I couldn’t budge him. “I know that.†And physically, I had no doubts; he’d always been careful with me, always cautious. But emotionally, my love had been used against me with meticulous precision. I was struggling with reconciling the absolute trust I had in Gideon’s awareness of my needs and the wariness that came from a shattered heart still healing. “Do you?†He searched my face, as attuned as always to what wasn’t said. “Letting you go would kill me, but I wouldn’t hurt you to keep you.†“I don’t want to go anywhere.†He exhaled audibly. “My lawyers will be talking to the police tomorrow, to get a feel for where things stand.†Tilting my head back, I pressed my lips gently to his. We were colluding to hide a crime, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t seriously bother me–I was the daughter of a police officer, after all–but the alternative was too awful to consider. “I have to know that you can live with what I’ve done,†he said softly, wrapping my hair around his finger. “I think so. Can you?†His mouth found mine again. “I can survive anything if I have you.†I reached under his sweatshirt, seeking and finding his warm, golden skin. His muscles were hard and ridged beneath my palms, his body a seductive and virile work of art. I licked his lips, my teeth catching the full curve along the bottom and biting gently. Gideon groaned. The sound of his pleasure slid over me like a caress. “Touch me.†The words were an order, but his tone was a plea. “I am.†Reaching behind him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand around. He thrust his c*** shamelessly into my palm, grinding. My fingers curled around the thick, heavy length, my pulse quickening at the realization that he was commando beneath his sweats. “God,†I breathed. “You make me so hot.†His blue eyes were fierce on my face; his cheeks flushed and his sculpted lips parted. He never tried to hide the effect I had on him, never pretended that he had any more control over his response to me than I had to him. It made his dominance in the bedroom all the more exciting, knowing that he was similarly as helpless to the attraction between us. My chest tightened. I still couldn’t believe that he was mine, that I got to see him this way, so open and hungry and sexy as hell… Gideon tugged my towel open. He inhaled sharply when it hit the floor and I stood before him completely naked. “Ah, Eva.†His voice throbbed with emotion, making my eyes sting. He yanked his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then he reached for me, stepping carefully into me, prolonging the moment when our bare skin would touch. He gripped my hips, his fingers flexing restlessly, his breathing quick and harsh. The tips of my touched him first, sending a sudden rush of sensation through my body. I gasped. He crushed me to him with a growl, lifting my feet from the floor and carrying me backward toward the bed. Because I love you all and I know it’s been so hard to wait for Gideon to come back, here’s a peek at some of Chapter Two…

Gideon stood just inside my closed bedroom door. The sight of him spurred a reaction so abrupt it was like a physical blow. My breath caught and my heart lurched into an excited rhythm, my entire being responding to the sight of him with a potent rush of yearning. It felt like years since I’d last been with him, instead of a mere hour. I’d given him a key, but he owned the building. Getting to me without leaving a trail that could be followed was possible with that advantage… just as he’d been able to get to Nathan. “It’s dangerous for you to be here,†I pointed out. That didn’t stop me from being thrilled that he was. My gaze drank him in, roaming avidly over his lean, broad-shouldered frame. He wore black sweats and a well-loved Columbia sweatshirt, a combination that made him look like the twenty-eight-year-old man he was and not the billionaire mogul the rest of the world knew. A Yankees ball cap was pulled low over his brow, but the shadow cast by its brim did nothing to diminish the striking blue of his eyes. They stared at me fiercely, his sensual lips drawn into a grim line. “I couldn’t stay away.†Gideon Cross was an impossibly gorgeous man, so beautiful that people stopped and stared when he walked by. I’d once thought of him as a sex god, and his frequent–and enthusiastic–displays of prowess constantly proved me right, but I also knew he was all too human. Like me, he’d been broken. The odds were against our making it. My chest expanded on a deep breath, my body responding to the proximity of his. Even though he stood several feet away, I could feel the heady attraction, the magnetic pull of being near the other half of my soul. It’d been that way with us from the very first meeting, both of us inexorably drawn together. We’d mistaken our ferocious mutual captivation for until we realized we couldn’t breathe without each other. I fought the urge to run into his arms, the place where I so desperately wanted to be. But he was too still, too tightly reined. I waited in exquisite anticipation for his cue. God, I loved him so much. His hands fisted at his sides. “I need you.†My core tightened in response to the roughness of his voice, the rasp of it warm and luxurious. “You don’t have to sound so happy about it,†I teased breathlessly, trying to lighten his mood before he got me beneath him. I loved him wild, and I loved him tender. I’d take him any way I could get him, but it’d been so long… My skin was already tingling and tightening expectantly, craving the greedy reverence of his touch. I feared what would happen if he came at me full force when I was so starved for his body. We might tear each other apart. “It’s killing me,†he said gruffly. “Being without you. Missing you. I feel like my F(&^*** sanity depends on you, Eva, and you want me to be happy about that?†My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and he growled, sending a shiver through me. “Well… I’m happy about it.†The tension in his posture visibly eased. He must’ve been so worried about how I would react to what he’d done for me. To be honest, I’d been worried. Did my gratitude mean I was more twisted than I realized? Then I remembered my stepbrother’s hands all over me… his weight pressing me into the mattress… the tearing pain between my legs as he rammed into me over and over… I trembled with renewed fury. If being glad the was dead made me twisted, so be it. Gideon took a deep breath. His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him. “I love you,†I told him, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. “I love you so much.†“Angel.†He reached me with quick strides, dropping his keys on the floor and shoving both hands into my damp hair. He was shaking, and I cried, overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much he needed me. Tilting my head to the angle he wanted, Gideon took my mouth with searing possession, tasting me with slow, deep licks. His passion and hunger exploded across my senses, and I whimpered, my hands tangling in his sweatshirt. His answering groan vibrated through me, tightening my nipples and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. I melted into him, my hands pushing the cap from his head so that my fingers could sink into the silky black mane of his hair. I fell into the kiss, swept away by the lush carnality of it. A sob escaped me. “Don’t,†he breathed, pulling back to cradle my jaw. He looked into my eyes. “It shreds me when you cry.†“It’s too much.†I trembled. His beautiful eyes looked as weary as mine. He nodded grimly. “What I did–†“Not that. How I feel about you.†He rubbed the tip of his nose against me, his hands sliding reverently along my bare arms–hands with proverbial blood on them, which only made me love his touch all the more. “Thank you,†I whispered. His eyes closed. “God, when you left tonight… I didn’t know if you’d come back… if I’d lost you–†“I need you, too, Gideon.†“I won’t apologize. I’d do it again.†His grip tightened on me. “The options were restraining orders, increased security, vigilance… for the rest of your life. There was no guarantee you’d be safe unless Nathan was dead.†“You cut me off. Shut me out. You and me–â€

“Come on,†she coaxed. “I can keep your name out of it, Eva. I won’t use anything that identifies you. This is your chance to get a bit of your own back.†A rock settled in the bottom of my stomach. She was so exactly Gideon’s type–tall, slender, dark-haired, and golden-skinned. So very unlike me. “Are you sure you want to go down this road?†I asked quietly, intuitively certain she’d f***** my man at some point in the past. “He isn’t someone I’d want to cross.†“Are you afraid of him?†she shot back. “I’m not. His money doesn’t give him the right to do whatever the he wants.†I took a slow, deep breath and remembered when Dr. Terrence Lucas–someone else who was at odds with Gideon–had said something similar to me. Now that I knew what Gideon was capable of, how far he would go to protect me, I could still answer honestly and without reservation, “No, I’m not afraid. But I’ve learned to pick my battles. Moving on is the best revenge.†Her chin lifted. “Not all of us have rock stars waiting in the wings.†“Whatever.†I sighed inwardly at her mention of my ex, Brett Kline, who was front man for a band on the rise and one of the sexiest men I’d ever met. Like Gideon, he radiated sex appeal like a heat wave. Unlike Gideon, he wasn’t the love of my life. I was never going to wade in that pool again. “Listenâ€â€“Deanna pulled a business card out of a pocket of her skirt–â€pretty soon you’re going to figure out that Gideon Cross was using you to get Corinne Giroux jealous enough to come back to him. When you smell the coffee, call me. I’ll be waiting.†I accepted the card. “Why do you think I know anything worth sharing?†Her lush mouth thinned. “Because whatever Cross’s motivation was for hooking up with you, you got to him. The iceman thawed a bit for you.†“Maybe he did, but it’s over.†“That doesn’t mean you don’t know something, Eva. I can help you figure out what’s newsworthy.†“What’s your angle?†I’d be damned if I would sit back while someone took aim at Gideon. If she was determined to be a threat to him, I was determined to head her off at the pass. “That man has a dark side.†“Don’t we all?†What had she seen of Gideon? What had he revealed in the course of their… association? If they’d had one. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to the point where thinking of Gideon being intimate with another woman didn’t trigger ferocious jealousy. “Why don’t we go somewhere and talk?†she cajoled. I shot a glance at the staff er at the front desk, who made a good show of politely ignoring us. I was too emotionally raw to deal with Deanna, and was still reeling from the conversation with Detective Graves. “Maybe some other time,†I said, leaving the option open because I intended to keep tabs on her. As if he sensed my uneasiness, Chad, one of the night crew at the front desk, approached. “Ms. Johnson was just leaving,†I told him, consciously relaxing. If Detective Graves hadn’t been able to pin anything on Gideon, a nosy freelance reporter wasn’t going to do better. Too bad I knew what kind of information could be leaked from the police, and how easily and often it was done. My father, Victor Reyes, was a cop, and I’d heard plenty on that subject. I turned toward the elevators. “Good night, Deanna.†“I’ll be around,†she called after me. I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for my floor. As the doors slid shut, I sagged into the handrail. I needed to warn Gideon, but there was no way for me to contact him that couldn’t be traced. The ache in my chest intensified. Our relationship was so f***** up. We couldn’t even talk to each other. I exited on my floor and let myself into my apartment, crossing the spacious living room to dump my purse on one of the kitchen bar stools. The view of Manhattan showcased through my living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows failed to stir me. I was too agitated to care where I was. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t with Gideon. As I headed down the hallway toward my bedroom, the sound of muted music floated outward from Cary’s. Did he have company over? If so, who was it? My best friend had decided to try juggling two relationships–one with a woman who accepted him the way he was and one with a man who hated that Cary was involved with someone else. I shed my clothes across the bathroom floor en route to the shower. While I lathered, it was impossible not to think of the times I’d showered with Gideon, occasions when our for one another had fueled starkly erotic encounters. I missed him so much. I needed his touch, his desire, his love. My craving for those things was a gnawing hunger, making me restless and edgy. I had no idea how I was supposed to fall asleep when I didn’t know when I’d get a chance to talk to Gideon again. There was so much that had to be said. Wrapping a towel around me, I left the bathroom–