Jade
Dinner was…quiet. We didn’t say too much, other than traveling down memory lane about the time he and Max came to help us move into the new apartment—the one I’m in now—and how he thought this city was boring. There was no mention of the baby, the pregnancy, or what the hell we’re going to do. It was peaceful.
Which is the polar opposite of what I’m feeling now as Zach follows me down the hallway back to my apartment. We don’t do this…ever. This is the first time he’s been at my place outside of moving me in, and I like it that way. No memories to have to deal with him. A clean slate without him in it.
The lights are off when we push through the door. He snakes his hand around my waist. “Is Freya here?” he whispers behind me.
“No. She’s still out with Jane.”
He tugs my back to his chest, removing the distance between us, and grips my hair, tugging it to the side. He nibbles on my neck, slowly savoring it, and it causes me to sigh, melting into him. He guides us down the hallway and into my bedroom, continuing his amazing assault on my neck while gently kneading my breasts. He pushes the door shut behind us and spins me toward him.
My blinds are closed, curtains pulled. The room is dark with very minimal light. Practically pitch black, the reason why I love it. The darkness swallows me whole, but always in the most perfect ways.
Using his fingers as a guide, he dips his thumbs under my waistband and pulls my pants down, squatting as he does. My breath catches when he yanks me toward him and buries his face between my legs. As his tongue circles my clit, I grip his hair and tug gently—something I know he loves. He sucks me into his mouth, his expert tongue giving me a fabulous ride. My legs tense as heat trickles down them.
Zach knows what I love, what drives me to climb up the walls. He’s a master of my body, always in control, never in a rush unless the timing calls for it. He leaves me delirious…and I love it.
The sound of his zipper, the teeth pulling apart one by one, causes anticipation to course through me. He cups my face in his hand and then claims my mouth. It’s a hot, messy, intoxicating kiss. Our tongues chase each other’s, our breaths ragged. He kisses me like he’s been dying to all his life.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he rasps thickly and I obey.
He presses me against the wall and then hauls me down onto him. I suck in a breath and release a cry, digging my nails into his nape. He slams a kiss back to me, wildly passionate, desperate…igniting. He pumps into me, driving me up the wall with each thrust. My body constricts, my orgasm spiraling out of control as his name drops from my mouth. He becomes savage, giving me what I need, hissing and grunting as he spills into me, rocking deeply.
After cleaning up and changing into my pajamas, I open the bathroom door to find him lying in my bed, shirtless, with the covers pulled up to his hips and the bedside lamp on. It’s late. I’m tired. And I need him to leave.
“What the hell are you doing?” I fire off.
He regards me with a dense glance and then snatches my wrist, tugging me over him and into his side.
“I’m spending the night,” he says as he pulls the covers over me.
Panic fires across my nerves. “No. No you’re not.”
He tightens his grip as I try twisting out of the bed and chuckles. “You’re pregnant with our baby. Please.”
“We don’t do this. I don’t want to do this,” I babble out, knowing I’m not necessarily telling the truth.
“We’re doing it now,” he says calmly into my hair. “Besides, what’s the worst that’s gonna happen?”
I don’t have to see him to know he’s wearing a triumphant smirk behind me. But unbeknownst to him, I’m inundated with anxiety. I’ve never slept in his arms outside a quick sated nap. We’ve never spent the night together, even when we have our long romps at his place.
“My sheets will smell like you. They have never and I like it that way,” I protest.
I hear his lips part. “Now you’ll endure the same torture you leave me with every time you come to my house and fuck me senseless.”
Lacing his fingers with mine, he rests his hand on my stomach. “Cave, Jade. You know you want to.”
I hate when he’s right. I hate that he fricking knows me so well. “Fine,” I say like it’s the last thing on earth that I want.
He shifts, turning off the light before squeezing back into me. It’s quiet other than my pounding heart for several long moments. “You know we have to tell Max.”
I sigh. “Yeah. And I’m petrified to. Max is going to murder you.”
“You’re scared to lose me now?” he teases.
I roll my eyes into the darkness. “I don’t have you to lose. Besides, you can be replaced with a dildo.”
“A dildo? You need to let it in on our fun. I’d love to see you fuck yourself with it.”
“Oh my god. Is that all you think about?”
“No. But it’s all you allow me to talk about.” He chuckles. “I’ll figure out a way to handle Max. No doubt he’ll be pissed.” He runs his thumb over my knuckles.
“I don’t think you should be alone when you tell him.”
“I won’t be. You’ll be with me.”
I flinch. “So he can kill us both? I have a child to raise.”
“As do I.” I can hear the amusement in his voice. “You know he can’t stay mad at you for long. You’re his baby sister. The baby. The weird sparkly light in the big sky that offers him an even weirder happy place.”
It makes me laugh. “You’re jealous?”
He squeezes me. “You’ve always been my bright star.”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I retort. The last thing I need is to fall further in love with womanizer Zachary Calloway, regardless if I’m already there or not.
He nuzzles into my neck. “You realize if we have a girl, I’m locking her up with a chastity belt. They still make them, right? Probably not, but I’ll design one then,” he prattles on. “And if it’s a boy, oh the hearts he’s going to break.”
“Yeah. Just like his daddy.” My heart included.
“Let’s hope the baby will have Momma’s looks and Daddy’s brains. Lord save us if it’s the other way around,” he finishes with a cackle.
“Hey!” I crack up, elbowing him.
He tightens his grip, resting his forehead on the back of my head. “Goodnight, Jade.”
Dammit, he smells good…