Jade
Zach’s been quiet, keeping his eyes on the road since we left the bar. He’s lost in his own thoughts, troubled even, and it sucks knowing my drunk brother caused it. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Max shitfaced. I was just slapped with a reminder of why I hated being around him when he drinks and why he chose to stop drinking hard in the first place.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“You said you were ready to go home. I’m taking you,” he replies dryly but the aggravation is still there.
I giggle. “No, you dummy. Your home.”
That got his attention. His eyes move to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “As a gentleman, I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
Ugh! He’s so frustrating—mentally and sexually. But two can play this game.
“Who said we would do anything? I just need a place to stay since my brother is a dumbass. Why not at your house?”
He licks his lips. “Okay.”
I sit back and ride, keeping my view out the window. Whatever has gotten into him tonight, I kind of like it, even with the bullshit Max pulled. Zach protected me, yet gave my brother his space. I’ll admit when I saw that number I was horrified. I doubted Zach, but now I feel like an idiot for doing so. He’s made it clear where his head is.
He flips the lights on and makes a beeline to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, popping the top and taking a really long swig from it. He hisses through the cold, and then grabs a root beer and a wine glass, and pours my soda in it.
“It’s a pretty universal drink. Coffee. Wine.” His words are drenched in pride as he hands the glass to me.
“I’m sorry about my idiot brother,” I tell him.
His smile falters, his eyes icing over. “Don’t. He’s doing what he’s always done best. I’ve got to prove myself to everyone. I get it.”
I hop up on the counter and sink my teeth into my lip. “Why haven’t I gotten a kiss yet? I’m feeling rejected.”
“The night isn’t over,” he says simply.
He’s being all calm and I’m ready to devour him. I’ve been aching to feel him, clinging to the side of hope all night. “Why the gentlemanly way, Zach?” I grouse.
The corners of his lips quirk into a wicked smirk. “My name sounds really fucking good from your mouth when you whine it.”
Hooking my finger in the top of his shirt, I pull him closer to me. “I want a kiss.”
He glances to my lips. “Beg for me.”
“Please.”
He shakes his head and begins to pull away.
“Pleeeaaaassse,” I whine with a little more urgency, teasing him just as he’s teasing me.
My body lights up when his lips graze mine. My breath hitches as excitement barrels through me. But just as quickly as it came, he leaves me hanging and only grants me a chaste kiss.
“Zaaaaccchhhh,” I complain.
He bends to look me in the eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re wanting something. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
I feign grumpiness, drawing my brows into a deep furrow.
He moves between my legs, his dick straining against his jeans, but he keeps his hands to himself.
“I hope you know, I’m on to you.”
He scrapes his teeth along his lip. “Is that what you want? To be on me?”
I don’t respond watching the darkness cloud his gaze. He drags his lips along my jawline. My body ignites, buzzing with so much electricity the ground beneath me rumbles and a moan escapes me. I can feel his smile against my skin.
He rocks his hips, rubbing the bulge of his dick against my heated center. My eyes roll at the friction.
“Did you lie in bed and think of my mouth?”
“Yes,” I sigh.
He hums a chuckle and grazes his lips over the skin of my neck, barely allowing them to touch. The ache between my legs turns into an inferno and my hips rock involuntarily, desperate for more friction. His breath breezes over my ear. “Your body’s begging for me…” he trails off, laving the tip of his tongue up to the bottom of my earlobe. “Something your mouth should be doing.”
The sexy roughness of his voice, the teasing…it disintegrates my self-control. I clutch his face and slam my mouth to his. The kiss is hard and messy, our breaths heavy and fast. He snakes his hand through my hair and fists it, keeping my head in place before pulling away. The torment causes me to gasp and cling to his arms. Dark eyes watch me. A sexy sinister smirk descends upon me.
Long torturous seconds of him taking me in has my heart pumping fast as the anticipation rips me to shreds. He crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue plunging deeply. He’s not being easy and I’m desperate for rough. I’m clawing at his shoulders, trying to get rid of his shirt, when he yanks it off himself. My nails scrape across his chest and around to his back pulling him closer. He peels off my dress, tossing it behind him, and leans me backward on the cold counter.
He bites at my skin as he makes his way to my nipples, drawing one in between his teeth. I gasp as the stinging pressure arches my back. Placing my legs on his shoulders, he grabs my ass and heaves my pussy to his face.
“Oh!” I cry out as he drags his heavy tongue over my entrance and through my wet folds.
As he circles my clit, he squeezes my ass. I’m so pent up, so ready for him that tremors begin to move through me—the warning signs of a glorious orgasm winding up for me to explode.
I grip the edge of the counter. “Zach…” I whimper, rocking into him.
But…he stops, drags his hand up my body, and stands up. My legs slide down his body. I jerk my head toward him in agony just in time to see him free his dick, line up, and then slam into me.
I moan as his hiss turns into a groan. “All the coming you’ll be doing will only be on my dick,” he grits between his teeth and thrusts forward.
Jerking my legs to his chest, he wraps his arms around them and slams into me. Drawing in and out with force, all his anger, all his tension is being buried in me. And it’s remarkable.
His gaze is vehement, his jaw flexing as he thrusts profoundly. He’s lost in a merciless rapture.
My body constricts and releases so abruptly I cry out, arching my back and thrashing beneath him. He braces my hips, digging his fingers hard into my skin, and loses his rhythm. He roots, jutting forward, cussing through his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut.
The earth just exploded for both of us as we ride the waves of our tremors.
“I…” He sucks in a breath. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His chest rises and falls quickly as he pulls in air.
I’m beautifully sated and can only roll my head side to side.
The bedside lamp is on and he’s still gloriously naked lying on top of the covers. He lifts his head and rakes his gaze over my body. The corner of his lips stretch up. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’s told me this a million times, but for some reason tonight it causes butterflies and I tuck my chin feeling bashful. He swings his legs off the side of the bed and pulls me to him, placing soft and tender kisses across my belly—our baby bump.
“I like this with you,” I whisper to the top of his head.
He rolls his gaze up and kisses my stomach again. I close my eyes feeling the rush of emotions. Lost in his touch, in a sea of emotionally consuming intimacy, he makes me feel worshiped…loved and adored. “I wish I could keep this forever.” The words slip out.
Gently, he twists me and lays me on the bed, settling between my legs. He rains soft kisses across my neck and skims over my lips. Ever so slowly, he inches his dick back into me and begins rocking languidly. Interlacing his fingers with mine, he holds my hand.
There’s an intimacy to this, a bond between emotional and physical, a lure between two heartbeats. It’s too overwhelming and it forces me to close my eyes. His hips roll and sway, slow and easy.
“Baby, look at me,” he whispers thickly.
I haven’t been able to in years, scared he’ll see right through me. Petrified I’ll see my truth staring back at me. But tonight…
I open my eyes, and instantly I’m drowned in the affection. Devotion pours from his gaze, captivated and adoring the woman beneath him. Butterflies scurry across my skin, love exploding in my heart, rushing into my veins, and dampening the all the anguish I have ever felt from him.
“Jade…” he sighs. “I fall in love with you over and over and each time is deeper than the last. You push me away, but all I’ve ever wanted is you. All I’ve ever needed is you.”
Tears make their way over the sills of my eyes.
“I’d wait on you forever, but baby, I’m begging you. This is me on my knees. Let me love you…”
The desperation in his plea… It’s as if I’m seeing him in a whole new light and suddenly every shattered piece is no longer crumbled to the floor. Piece by piece he’s been picking them up, bonding them back together with an insurmountable love right in front of me. I’ve spent years running away from him because he scares me. Except I’ve been running away from all my happiness and completeness while he’s been right here the entire time. It’s as if life has given me a new meaning, the sensual feeling so strange it stretches over my skin in a heat wave, spreading the length of my entire body.
He ducks his head beside mine and continues his slow, beautiful and silent confession, pitching and swaying into me.