Track 14: Beautiful
“Keep me safe. Keep me warm.
Bring me back through the storm.
Love is patient. Love is kind.
Love is beautiful when it’s with you.”
I DIDN’T WANT TO MOVE in case this was all a dream; I wasn’t ready to wake up. My body still hummed with release. Lying here, fading in and out of reality, my heart swelled with the love I could no longer deny.
I blinked a few times, testing out whether or not everything would disappear with each one.
Nope—still Zach. Still here.
Still mine.
A soft cry escaped when I felt him start to move, slowly pulling out of me and lifting off my chest.
“I know, Blaybaby,” he said hoarsely, “but we should shower.”
“I don’t want to move.” I turned into the covers.
Zach chuckled as he grabbed my ankle and tugged. “Trust me, I don’t want you to move from my bed either, but we need to shower and get some sleep. You’ll need to get back to your room early in the morning,” adding with a heavier tone, “We can’t risk Ash finding out this way. I need to be the one to tell him. He deserves that much at least.”
Icy hot fear. It climbed like poison ivy through my veins, sucking the life from a love that had just begun to bloom.
I shivered at the mention of my brother’s name, a strained ball of anxiety forming inside my belly. Of course, we’d have to tell him. I tried to find the rational part of me that should have known this was coming. The blissful bubble that I’d been living in the past few hours now dissolved, leaving the repercussions of what we’d done in its wake. We’d just started down a slope that was treacherous. My wildest dream, dangerous.
I tugged the comforter up to my chest, an uneasy feeling creeping over me. It was too easy. This. Us. And it was too tenuous. What Zach said earlier in the ocean tried to latch onto my heart, but it was too scarred for it to take hold. Instead, fear gripped me that one word from my brother would have Zach walking away from me again. Alone. Broken. Just like the last time.
Swallowing over the lump, I wondered how to convince Zach to hold off on telling my brother so I could hold onto this perfect for a little while longer.
My body stirred as I watched Zach’s really nice ass walk into the bathroom, but not before I’d gotten one last look at his massive erection that had just destroyed my body in ways that I didn’t think I wanted to survive. The shower turned on and a second later, his sex-tousled waves appeared in the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at me. ‘You coming?’ it said.
With a grumble, I slid from the bed, enjoying the embers in his eyes as I walked by him with what I hoped was a saunter, stepping into the large open rain shower and underneath the warm stream.
“Hey!” A large hand had swiped the shampoo just as I went to reach for it.
“I’ll do it,” he replied with a sexy grin.
My nipples tightened as he squirted shampoo into his hands before unceremoniously slopping it onto my head with a chuckle.
“You are terrible at this.” I laughed.
But then his magic fingers began to rub and that laugh quickly disappeared, replaced by unstoppable tiny mewls as he massaged my scalp.
“You were saying?” he rasped and my body turned to mush all over again.
I didn’t even care to respond, it felt so good. I swayed against him, hearing the soft hiss as my stomach brushed against the tip of his cock that hadn’t completely softened.
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered.
“Sure,” he answered, but then turned me underneath the water to wash the suds from my head.
Rubbing the water away from my face, I stepped out and let him take his turn.
“When did you know it was me?” I wondered out of nowhere.
No. Not nowhere. The question came out of the girl who’d never stopped loving him.
He didn’t open his eyes, asking through tight lips, “What do you mean?”
“In the treehouse.”
Every nerve in my body was like a livewire—hot and ready to ignite; this was the first time that night was ever mentioned between us.
His gaze caught my eyes and my breath. Unsteadily, my lungs tried to fight through to hear his answer.
“As soon as I heard your footsteps in the woods.”
My mouth fell. What?
“What… You mean you knew the whole time?” I asked incredulously.
My mind played back through every piece of that night.
“Blay,” he chuckled, pulling me flush against him, the warm water raining down in between us. “How could I not?” My stomach flipped. “How could I not recognize the footsteps that I’d heard so many times crunching along the same path? Do you know how many times Alexa would have been cursing me trying to navigate through those woods? I would never have heard the end of it—and probably for good reason.”
He did have a point.
“I knew you were up to something. You were quiet and distant. Pretending to do homework while you listened to your brother and me talk.”
Wow, the teenage mind really does have a distorted sense of reality.
His fingers brushed under my chin, tipping my face up to his. “And I could be stuck in a windowless room on the darkest night, but you, I will always know. I will always see… I will always find you.”
My eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched mine. I sighed and swayed into him, wanting more. Needing more.
I heard the small whimpers for a few seconds before I realized that they were coming from me as he gently toyed with my lips. “You’re like the North Star, Baby Blake; no matter where I steer, I somehow always get led straight back to you.”
“Zach…” I whispered in a daze. He wrapped one arm around my waist to steady me—a good thing since I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me after that.
This time when he kissed me, he meant business. He barely pressed his tongue against my lips before they gave way. The shower got hotter.
“Fuck, I want you again,” he growled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled my hips against his very hard length that was trapped between us.
“You can have me again.” I bit onto his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth, releasing it with a loud pop. “You can have me any time you want.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His hoarse whisper tore at me, the raw desire fighting against the man who did his damnedest to always do the right thing.
“It only hurts when I know you want me and you still pull away,” I said softly, peering up at him underneath my eyelids. “I’ve waited a long time for this night; the least you could do is make it up to me.” The tease came out a little too breathlessly—a desperate attempt to distract from the rational little devil standing on my heart, reminding me of the past.
His forehead dropped to mine, a soft laugh rushing from his lips.
“Anything for you, Blakebaby.”
I smiled along with my heart as he kissed me, feeling his grin spread against my lips. “Just remember though, tomorrow when it’s uncomfortable to walk out onto that stage, you were the one that asked for it. Just remember, when you see me walking towards you and you sit down on the stool for our little duet and it pushes against your sore and swollen pussy—you asked for it. And when you sing…” He broke off with a chuckle. “When you sing, just remember all the notes my dick made that beautifully famous voice of yours hit tonight as I stretched you and filled you with my cum.”
So bad. So good. Funny how his words did unspeakable things to my body.
Heat tingled through every molecule of every cell. I could hardly breathe I needed him so badly. My core throbbed, begging to be used in the way that he promised. I felt his arousal lengthen between us, thick and throbbing. I let out a soft moan as my heart picked up its pace, knowing that he was going to be inside me again.
Insatiable. Needy. Unashamed.
He flipped me around with a grunt as my ass pressed against his erection. My hands reached out to steady myself on the tile, gasping as the cold seeped into my fingertips. I felt his breath on my neck as both hands reached around to cup my breasts, tugging my nipples between his fingers.
One hand dipped down over my stomach between my thighs, my legs instinctively spreading to give him better access to my aching sex. The first brush of his fingers over my tender clit sent sharp sparks through my body. A brief pain quickly turned to exquisite pleasure as the pad of his thumb flicked back and forth over me, driving me insane.
“Bend.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Cupping my sex, he dipped a finger inside of me, a brief warning of what was coming. Angling my hips back against him, I felt the head of his cock brush my clenching hole. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for his fingers to stay teasing me as he slammed into me from behind, forcing a small yelp from me.
“Still so damn tight.” I loved hearing him without any control. “You feel perfect, you know that?” He stayed completely still, shoved so far inside of me I knew he was pushing against something that he probably shouldn’t. But I loved the feel of it—the feel of him buried deep, so deep he could become a part of me.
I bit my cheek, tasting blood. Everything that he did and said made me want to come. My body raged for another release.
“You know how badly I wanted this that night?”
I tried to keep breathing even though it felt like my insides were ripping themselves apart.
Still, he continued to speak, knowing that the words were doing just as much, if not more for my arousal than his dick was pressing gently against the spot inside of me that would give me my orgasm.
“I regretted going out to the treehouse because I wasn’t feeling it. I almost left. And then I heard your footsteps. Fuck. Your untouched tits. The way you rubbed your sweet virgin pussy against my leg, leaking your desire through your underwear. I wanted to do this.” He pulled out and slammed back into me. My arms shook, bracing against the wall as I cried out. “I wanted to claim you then. I wanted to feel you squeeze my cock like you are right now.” His fingers flicked over my clit again and my muscles responded, trying to clench around his massive length.
“Fuck how I wanted this…” He slid out and thrust in again but this time couldn’t bring himself to stop.
If I wasn’t crazed for release, I might have cried. Maybe I was crying—the fifteen-year-old version of me finally hearing from his lips the truth of how he felt that night—but with the shower I would never know.
“Oh, Zach,” I moaned as he hit my sweet spot over and over again, each time rubbing my clit.
It felt like my body was being pulled in two different directions that magically led to the same place—a place that only he knew the way to. It was like he knew the workings of my body just as well as if he’d been fine tuning it for the past six years.
He drove into me and with a pinch on my clit, I screamed into the tiled room, my body exploding inside and out. My hips jerked back against him, his hands now grasping my hips as he thrust into me a few more times before I heard his strangled groan and felt another wave of warmth deep inside me as he came.
My breath fogged the gray-blue tile in front of my feet. Everything I saw was a fog, all I could do was feel—feel the way he rode out my orgasm and his, feel the way that my core still clenched around his length that pumped out his desire with long, heavy pulses into my core, murky white droplets now landing on the shower floor as he overfilled my body.
“It’s always going to be like that, isn’t it?” he rasped, gently kissing my back.
I moaned in agreement and then in loss as I felt him slide slowly out of me.
“It’s always going to be like that.” No longer a question, he promised it as he turned and wrapped me in his arms.
It wasn’t until I could start to feel the water on my skin again that we moved and finished the shower that we’d started.
“Zach,” I said hesitantly when he handed me a towel to dry.
His curious gaze met mine, waiting for what I was about to say. My stomach clenched at how gorgeous he was, naked with tiny rivulets of water running down over the hard planes of his muscles.
“I… I don’t want to tell Ash yet.” His expression hardened. I knew he wasn’t going to be happy about that. “I just…” I ducked my head, focusing on drying my legs as I spoke again. “I think we should wait until the tour is done. It’s only a few more weeks.”
“You want us to lie to him for weeks?” His tone was flat with displeasure.
“Well…” I bit my lip. “Or we could just… not do this again until we are back home.”
His face grew even darker at that, his lip curling slightly as what I’m pretty sure was a growl came from his chest.
“Is that what you want?”
“No!” I said quickly—too quickly—my head falling to wrap my towel around me. When I looked back up, he was right in front of me, his hands waiting to cup my face and hold my eyes to his molten ones.
“Good. Because I don’t think that’s possible,” he rasped, the gold in his eyes glinting with anger. “I told you, Blay, now that I have you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”
“Ok… well you’re just going to have to hold on quietly because I’m not ready to tell my brother.” I was determined. Fear made me that way.
I figured if I just had some time… if we just had some time first… then it wouldn’t matter what Ash said in anger—because it was a safe bet that he was going to be livid; it wouldn’t matter because by then Zach would know that we are meant to be, no matter what my brother said.
I saw his jaw muscle flex before he agreed. “Fine. But as soon as the tour is over.”
Standing up on tip-toe, I kissed him again.
“Now lose the towel Baby Blake,” he demanded as he tugged at the edge I’d tucked in. “I think I still have some making up to do before I have to sneak you back to your own room.”
I grinned. Shimmying my body slightly, I sent the towel whooshing down to the floor and walked back into his arms.