Chapter 41
I can’t lose her again, the last couple of days have cemented that fact to me. She’s it for me. I don’t want to rush things, don’t want to go the same pace we did last time. I want to savor her. But as her body becomes flush with mine at her door, I can’t say no. It’s impossible to do so. The concert was great, even though I didn’t listen to a word they sang. All I did was watch her jump and scream and it was great. When she made the first move, I felt as if I’ve done something right. Maybe it doesn’t, maybe it’s me that makes her happy. The way she grabbed me, the way her body connects with mine. It makes me desirously content.
“We shouldn’t,” I tell her breaking away. She whimpers and doesn’t take no for an answer. She pulls me in the door and slams it shut with her foot, jumping back on me again.
“Bexley,” I say in between her lips kissing me and me kissing her.
“Zeke, don’t make me shut you up,” she says pulling my shirt up over my head. I let her and do the same to her. Her red lace bra on display, making my already hard cock even harder.
“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting her to talk, but not wanting her to regret it either.
“Bring me back my fuck-me-Zeke,” she says leaning up whispering in my ear. I know there was never a complaint about our sex lives, we always wanted each other, there’s no denying that. But that won't be all there is to us, there is more for us, she knew this, me slower to realize.
“Are you sure you want him?” I warn her. She bites her fingers softly and nods her head. “Take your clothes off, Bexley, then mine,” I say and the sparkle appears in her eyes. She obeys and strips naked so fast I have a hard time looking as she comes to me and pulls my pants down. Kissing her way down as she does.
“Stand,” I tell her knowing her mouth is inching toward my cock.
“What if I want to bend,” she says the little seductress, as bends over in front of me. Touching herself between her legs.
“Bexley,” I warn and her hands drop, and she stands. Facing me.
“You love me, Zeke?” she asks standing there naked.
“Yes,” I say stepping closer.
“And, do I love you?” she asks not moving.
“Yes,” I tell her again, stepping even closer.
“Am I it for you, Zeke?” she asks cocking her head.
“You know you are.”
“Sometimes a girl has to hear it,” she says smiling.
“You want me to tell you every day?” I ask.
“That would be nice,” she says making me smile.
“Every day it is then.”
“And you don’t want kids?” she says again.
“No, just you.”
“Just me,” she half whispers to herself. I don’t let her continue with her thoughts as I grab her and pick her up, throwing her backward on the bed. I flip her over and start kissing her feet, making my way up her legs. Leaving a kiss on each part of her body as I go. She whimpers when I’m near her pussy, but I continue onward, biting her soft ass as I go up. I get to the back of her neck and she turns her face sideways and smiles.
“My turn,” she says flipping me off and telling me to turn around. I’m a bit confused at first, until she palms my ass, and then leans down and bites it. “I’ve always wanted to do that, I love your ass,” she says and I get back up covering her body with mine.
“It’s all yours, Pixie,” I tell her placing my hand over her pussy and inserting a finger. I crawl down, covering her with my mouth. She grabs my hair tight and fucks my face. I let her, I let her do anything.
She comes loud, and I don’t let her recover as I climb up and lift her legs over my shoulders and slam into her. She screams for more, harder. I do as she obliges, watching her as I do. And as the moment passes, one like I’ve never felt before, her eyes lock onto mine, watching me.
“You do love me,” she says it as a statement. She reaches up bringing our bodies close so we’re one. She doesn’t let me answer, as she moves her hips, forcing me to continue my movements not even realizing I’ve stopped and kisses me again.
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I watch her sleep that night, her mouth open, her eyes shut. Lost in dreamland, my hand traces over hip up her side and stopping at her neck. She rolls into me stopping me from touching her and clings to me. I fall fast asleep, knowing this is what my life will be like forever. And I’ve never felt happier.
“Wake up,” Bexley’s voice wakes me. I turn to her and see her fully dressed. I look to the time and see we’ve slept for ages. And go to grab her, and she brushes my hand away. She looks panicked.
“You’re out of the business?” she asks fast.
“What are you talking about? Come back to bed,” I say and she shakes her head.
“My father and about five other FBI agents are walking up here right now. You didn’t lie to me did you, Zeke?” she asks as I sit up and look at her, then quickly get dressed.
“No, I didn’t lie to you,” I say pulling up my pants.
“Why are they here then?” she asks angrily.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. The knock on the door is loud, and Bexley’s father yells for her to open it. She looks at me, then walks to the door swinging it open. I follow and see her father standing there looking at her, then his gaze turns to me in anger.
“Where were you last night?” he asks stepping in. The other agents stay where they are, guns raised. Bexley huffs at them and they put their guns down but are still armed.
“He was here all night,” she says for me, his gaze swings to her.
“You’re associating yourself with this?” He points to me. “Again,” he finishes.
“Yes,” she says looking back at me.
“Did you know his MC murdered three FBI agents last night,” he says to her, anger rife in his voice. She looks at me again and I can’t tell if she’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Who?” I say.
“Your man, Quinton. He’s dead now, though. But it was under your orders, was it not?” he asks me stepping in further. I close my eyes.
Why did he do that?
“Zeke?” Bexley asks.
“He was my brother, I made him President,” I tell her which she understands. She’s met him but never knew he was my brother. My mother doesn’t even know. He was the bastard of the family, Dad’s one-night stand that turned into the life of a child.
“You’re saying you had nothing to do with this?” he asks me. I shake my head, grabbing my things and packing them up. I have to go back. I hear Bexley yelling at her father and I don’t take notice as I pack.
“Where are you going?” she asks, she must have sent him away because I can’t hear him or his men anymore.
“I have to go, I have to bury my brother,” I tell her. She grabs a bag for herself and starts packing.
“Bexley,” I say not wanting the words to come out, but knowing I have to.
“Don’t,” she warns.
“Bexley—” I go to say again, and she slams her lips on mine and pulls away just as fast to finish packing. I don’t argue with her again and go straight to the airport.