CHAPTER FOUR
Alisa
I wasn’t sure about visitation hours with Zek, but I’d ask him later that night. As his attorney, I could show up just about any time I wanted, but I wasn’t going as legal counsel. I was going as a woman who wanted to feel the warmth of her man. The need to wait until night left me with a handful of hours with nothing to do.
I decided to drop by Clark’s house to see what everyone was up to instead of pacing the floor in my apartment. I’d have been a nervous wreck by the time I got to Zek otherwise.
The boys opened the door and wrapped themselves around my legs as I tried to walk into the foyer.
“What did you bring us?” One of them yelled excitedly as he pressed his nose to my side and breathed in deep. “You smell good. Like candy. Did you bring candy?”
The other pushed at him. “You don’t need candy. Remember what Momma said about your cavities? I’ll eat yours for you. You’re welcome.”
“No candy!” Cathy yelled from the kitchen.
I laughed and worked to get my hand in my purse while being squeezed half to death. After pulling out two small chocolate bars, I bent down and touched my fingers to both of my cheeks. “Pay back, please?”
The boys gave me a quick kiss and ran off as I stood up. Cathy poked her head out of the kitchen and gave me a look. “You gave them something anyways, didn’t you?” Her expression softened as I shrugged.
“I plead the fifth.” I laughed and walked toward her as she opened her arms to me.
“How are you? Everything okay?”
We moved back into the kitchen and I kicked off my shoes before pouring myself a glass of red wine from the open bottle sitting next to the stove.
“Yeah. I’m thinking about going to see Zek tonight. He was released this morning, and I just can’t imagine not getting over there as soon as it makes sense to go.” I took a long drink of the tart liquid before turning as my brother walked into the room.
“I thought I heard your voice.” He wrapped me in a hug and smiled down at me. “Zek’s out today. Why are you over here instead of over there?”
I rolled my eyes and pulled away. “You heard what I said to Cathy, you sneaky dog.”
“Did not.” He wagged his eyebrows and moved toward Cat, pulling her into a hug and kissing her nose as she worked to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Stop it, Clark. Your sister doesn’t want to see you groping me.” She pushed at him playfully, and I made a few gagging sounds as I moved toward the half-made salad to help finish it up.
“She’s used to it. I used to grope the ladies all the time when we were younger.” He grabbed Cat again as she squealed.
“This is true, Cat. You married a regular man-whore.” I stifled a smirk as Cathy let out a yelp and popped my brother in the chest.
“A what? Clark Beeler. You better not have been anything but the sweet church-going boy you promised me you were.” She turned toward me and winked to where only I could see her. “Tell me it’s not true, Alisa. My whole marriage is a lie if that’s the case.”
“Now hold up a minute. That was a long…” He turned to me as a smile lifted my lips. “You two are corrupt. I hate you both.”
Cathy popped his butt as he walked out of the kitchen, playing the hurt teenage boy role beautifully. “We hate you too, sexy boy.”
“Don’t call him that in front of me. Makes my stomach hurt.” I chuckled and finished up my task of getting the salad together. “Can I go ahead and have a bowl of this? I know I’m an unexpected guest, but I’m starving.”
“You can have anything you want. You know that.” She turned back to the stove as I made my salad and then walked through the house looking for my brother. I found him in his office, reading something in his hand.
“Hey. What’s up?” I stopped at the open door and leaned against the frame.
“Same old shit.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We’re just trying to make ends meet, and it’s not working so well. Nothing new.”
“Let me help you guys.” I walked in and took a seat in the old broken leather couch that he refused to get rid of.
“No, and I’m not having this conversation again. We’ll make it. We always do. I just need to pick up some extra work where I can, and we’ll be fine.” He dropped the mail on his desk and turned to face me. “So you’re going over there, right?”
“Yeah. I’ve missed him like crazy, but I told you I’m not sure where we stand. He shoved me away pretty hard the last time I went to the prison.”
“We idiots are known to do that. It’s a defense mechanism.”
I nodded, already understanding what Zek was up to, but it hurt all the same.
Clark moved to sit next to me. “You know the best defense against us?”
“What’s that?” I shoved another large bite of salad into my mouth and glanced over at my brother.
“A good offense. Don’t wait until he makes the move. Go make your own.” He chuckled. “And if that doesn’t work, get naked. That will do it every time.”
“You’re gross.” I got up and walked toward the door. “I’m telling Cat on you.”
“No! Anything but that.”
***
The dinner with my brother and his family soothed my nerves significantly, and after leaving them, I stopped by my place and changed into a cotton dress with sandals. It was a little under dressed for the fall weather, but I wanted Zek to see me looking pretty — feminine.
I parked my car at the bar just down the street from his house, and moved into the back part of his property. The need to act like a teenager again and sneak into his window rolled over me, but I realized how ridiculous I was being. I’d be lucky if I didn’t get hauled off by the cops, but it was a risk I was willing to take. There was no way I’d be able to see him if I went straight to the door and knocked. Havin been a lawyer for long enough, I knew there were time limits for visitation. I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted him quickly before I lost my nerve.
Me: Hey. Where are you? I need to see you.
Zek: I’m at the house. I wondered why you didn’t come this morning, but then I remembered. Because I’m a dick.
Me: Can I come in?
Zek: Where are you? Here at the house?
Me: Yeah. I’m outside your bedroom window being creepy.
Zek: That’s not creepy. It’s hot. I’ll let you in. Ronald is in the living room. There’s no way you’re coming through the door.
Me: Delete the messages between us.
I waited for a reply, but heard the creak of the window instead.
“And why the hell did I wear a dress?” I groaned softly. Zek would have to help pull me up, which wouldn’t be too much trouble for him, but embarrassing to me.
“Hey” Zek’s voice was low and filled with sleep. “Feels like we’re kids again.”.
“Hey, yourself.” I moved closer, not really able to see much more than his outline in the darkness of his bedroom. “I didn’t know what your visiting hours were, and seeing that you didn’t call... I just came out here. I can go if you want.”
Fuck. I was hurt, and it was going to come out. I had planned on just being sweet and reconnecting with him, but that had been a ruse in my own mind. I knew Zek Kellington far too well and for much too long to placate him with a false contentment that wasn’t mine.
“Fuck no. Come here and give me your hands. I’ll pull you up. Put your foot on the house.” He leaned down, and I realized then that his hair was super short, and his shoulders wickedly larger.
I lifted my hands to him, and pressed my foot against the side of the house as he half leaned out the window and wrapped his hand around my rear, using his grip to pull me in and over his shoulder.
I yelped, but he grumbled at me as he sat me down in the bedroom. “Hush. I told you that I can’t have people here this late. You gotta keep quiet.”
The thickness of his chest and abs stole my breath as my eyes acclimated to the darkness. He flipped on a lamp nearest him and reached out to touch the side of my face.
“Wow,” I whispered and ran my fingers over his chest.
“Wow as in you like it, or it’s too much?” He moved closer, and it felt as if someone had stolen all the air from the room.
“I love it.” I took a step toward him and wrapped my arms around him, turning my face just enough to press my cheek to his warm chest. I breathed in deeply as tears burned my eyes, but I fought like hell to force them away.
“You’re trembling. Is it cold out there?” He kissed the top of my head and moved back to close the window. After crawling into the bed, he motioned for me to join him. “Take off your shoes and get in here. We can bitch at each other while we warm up.”
I leaned over and pulled my sandals from my feet, not considering another option. After slipping into the bed with him, I wrapped myself up in his hold and looked up to see him watching me intently.
“You cut your hair.” I hated myself for stating the obvious, but I was at a loss for what to do or say.
“They made us.” He moved down and touched his lips to mine before rolling over to press me to the bed with the thickness of his body. We groaned in tandem, and I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around him and melting into the kiss.
The delicious warmth of his tongue rolled past mine, and my body lit on fire. I could fight the need to save him, to remake him, to please him all up to the point where he touched me.
“God, I’ve missed you. I need you to forgive me.” He moved down and pressed hot kisses to my neck as my trembling got worse. I didn’t need anything or anyone but the man on top of me.
“I already have. I hate you, but I’ve forgiven you.” I dug my nails into his back as he moved lower under the sheets. “Zek. No. I’m not ready—”
“Be quiet. I already told you that the big bad wolf was in the living room. Don’t invite him in here and ruin our fun.” His words were whispered against my stomach as he tugged my dress up and pressed his mouth to my center.
I arched my back hard as a long groan left me. I’d not let anyone touch me for the last year. Just having him near me was almost too much, but this...
“No.” I gripped his shoulder as he pulled at the front of my panties, ripping the cloth from me, leaving me exposed.
“Yes.” He slipped his hand under my knee and pulled it up just before licking at my sex in long drags.
I closed my eyes and spread my legs farther for him, enjoying his dark laugh far too much. He hadn’t asked if I was with someone, or if I was there to make love to him. He’d simply assumed it.
Reaching down, I gripped the back of his head and lifted my hips to force more of my flesh into his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, and within seconds, my orgasm hit.
He reached up and cupped my mouth as I thrashed about, the emotion of being beneath him being the driving factor for how high I was flying.
“Shhh, baby. Shit.” He continued to lap at me as I relaxed a little. Two strong fingers pressed into me, and I lifted my hips to take him in, feeling like the needy whore that I was, but only for him. “That’s it. Beautiful, Alisa. I can’t tell you how many times I dreamt of this, needing you, wanting you, baby.”
I groaned again and rocked against his fingers as he worked me. His free hand moved from my mouth to squeeze my breasts as he pressed his mouth back over me and continued his assault. The low grunts that resonated all around me left my body aching for a long night underneath him, but we needed to figure a few things out... right?
The passion was there, but was there anything else?
I was ripped from my thoughts as fire burst across my stomach and raced up my center, spreading out everywhere and leaving me almost frantic.
“Ride it. Take it from me.” He licked at me and slowed his fucking, teasing me through the orgasm instead. “So beautiful. I want the light on so I can watch you.”
He kissed me a few more times before moving up to lay down beside me, breathless. “My God, you’re delicious.”
I glanced over at him as I worked to catch my breath and still my racing heart. “I came over to talk, you wanton bastard.”
He laughed and turned onto his side, forcing me on mine just before him. “Alright. Talk then. I’ve gotten a little bit of this intense need to fuck you out of my system, but make it quick. I can feel the second wave coming on fast.”
“That’s not fair.” I moved up and pressed my lips to his as he reached around me and cupped my ass, kneading it as he licked and sucked at my mouth.
“Sure it is. We can talk on the phone tomorrow, and I’ll apologize a thousand times. Tonight, we need to fuck. You need it. I need it.” He pressed his teeth to the side of my neck and sucked hard. “Get on top of me and let me watch you take out your anger and frustration.”
It wasn’t a question, but a command.
I moved away from him as he worked his sweat pants from his lower half. I’d just started to climb on top of him when a knock resounded at the door behind me. I dropped down and held my breath.
“Fuck,” he grumbled and got up, pulling on his pants and moving toward the door.
I felt like a fifteen year old about to get caught by her daddy in the bed with a boy.
“Hey, dude. Sorry to bother you. Everything alright?” A deep voice I’d never heard before resounded from the open door.
“Yeah, just tired. I’m enjoying the comfort of my bed.” Zek was playing it off well.
“I bet. Come help me get the garage open and then I’ll leave you be. I meant to ask you earlier to help me with it. There’s a code on it, and I think I got us locked out. My bike is sitting outside, and I’m sick about leaving it there.”
“Alright. Let me grab my shoes. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I waited until Zek closed the door to get up. “I should go. I’m sorry for sneaking in, I just—”
“Hell no.” He moved toward me and reached out, pulling me into a suffocating hug. “I want you here when I get back. Making love to you is my number one priority. This fucking place can burn down around us for all I care.”
I pressed my fingers to his lips and took him in fully. His dark brown hair was cut close to his head, and the additional muscle made him look mean as hell, but his blue eyes still held every bit of warmth I’d grown accustom to.
“No. I want to talk before we make love again. I need to know that this isn’t just about the sex, Zek.” I let my fingers slide down his neck and chest. “The sex would be great, but it’s never enough. I don’t just want your body.”
“Did you wait for me?” He cupped my face in his large hands. “This year... did you wait for me, even though I told you not to?”
“Yes.” Tears filled my eyes. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Because you love me.” He leaned down and kissed me softly a few times.
“Yes. I always have. You know that.” I pressed myself against him and let out a shaky breath. “Let’s just take things slow and when the time comes, we can make the decision to rebuild things... together.”
“You know I hate the thought of you putting your life—” He started, but I cut him off.
“I’ll see you soon. If you need anything at all, call me.” I lifted to my toes and kissed him as my body screamed for me to stay. The heat between us would be titillating and was far beyond needed, but we had to settle our matters of the heart first. I wouldn’t short change myself if I could help it.
“This isn’t over between us. Come back in this window another night, and I’ll make you scream until your throat hurts.” He nipped at my mouth, obviously less than happy about my decision to leave.
“Promise?” I whispered and pulled from him, forgoing the search for my panties. They were wrecked and belonged where they were anyway. In his bed.