Chapter Twenty-Eight
Olivia
Wednesday
“Oh, baby, I hope you feel better soon,” I cooed to a very sick Meghan. “Your temperature is far too high for you to even think about leaving this bed today.” I’d already let Drea know to keep out the way if she didn’t want to get ill herself. It was supposed to be her day off anyway, so it didn’t matter too much.
“I am sick, Momma,” she murmured pitifully. Her face was sticky with sweat, and her nightdress clung to her body, but I kept the blankets wrapped around her because she’d likely be freezing in a moment. “I feel horrible.”
“Have a spoonful of the medicine, and it’ll make you feel a lot better.”
Meg sat up to do as she was told; she didn’t even have enough energy to screw up her face in disgust at the taste. I couldn’t help but think this was my fault. Maybe the two incidents weren’t related, but it felt a whole lot like Meg had the same thing as Zack. If I’d been smarter and kept her away from him when he was sick, maybe my daughter wouldn’t be ill now.
“Now you try and get some sleep, sweetheart. Mommy’s right here if you need anything, but to be honest, I think the best thing you can do for now is sleep.”
Regretfully, I picked up my phone and fired off a text to Zack to let him know that I wouldn’t be able to make it to our date today. It was a shame that things kept getting in the way when we had plans, but this one truly couldn’t be helped. If my baby was sick, then I wasn’t leaving the apartment today.
I kept my cell phone clutched between my fingers while Meghan drifted off into what appeared to be a calm sleep, but I didn’t get a reply. I figured Zack was probably as disappointed as me, but if he really wanted to be my boyfriend, then he needed to accept that things like this would happen. It sucked, but it was just the way it was.
“Okay,” I muttered to myself. “Water.” Meghan needed to have a sippy cup of water by the bed in case she woke up thirsty while I was in a different room. I padded into the kitchen and grabbed her cup wearily. While the water flowed into the cup, I slid my eyes shut for a moment. It had been a long cold night, with Meghan waking up around four a.m. feeling like death. I felt exhausted. I hoped I wasn’t getting sick myself.
Knock, knock.
I dropped the cup into Meghan’s room quickly, so I didn’t forget before I went to answer the door. As I opened it, I found myself looking at Zack who looked devastatingly handsome.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I bit down guiltily on my lip. “I did text you… I can’t go out today because of Meghan’s ill.”
“I know.” He smiled brightly while lifting up a bag from the corner store. “That’s why I’m here with supplies.”
“Oh, you don’t have to...”
“You did for me. I can get for Megs.” He stepped inside, leaving me no other option but to let him. “Plus, since our date keeps getting canceled, I thought I’d bring it to you. I have movies and popcorn in the bag so we can pretend we’re at the theater.”
“I don’t think this will be much of a date,” I chuckle. “But I am glad you’re here. Just... let me go and get something a little better on. I don’t exactly think I should be in my pajamas on a date.”
“If that’s what you want.” He shrugged as if he didn’t mind either way. The funny thing was I didn’t think that he did. “I’ll stick the movie on.”
I raced into my bedroom and flicked the monitor on so I could keep an ear out on Meghan while I actually enjoyed some alone time with Zack. Of course, she’d come first, but I was excited to spend some time with him, as well. I felt like we had a real bond now, a connection that would be great to build upon. Our walls were coming down brick by brick, and the more we learned about one another, the closer we got.
“Wow, you look incredible!”
I laughed at Zack’s over-the-top reaction to the fact that I now had something other than sleepwear on. “Oh sure, leggings and an oversized tee shirt. Messy hair and no makeup. Every man’s dream.”
“My dream, at least.”
I sat next to him on the couch and placed the baby monitor next to me, and it wasn’t long before I realized that Zack had absolutely no intention of watching the film at all. What he wanted was a teenage make-out session, and to be honest, that was how I felt, too. We kissed, we giggled, we ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, and it wasn’t long before the dragon of desire has awoken within me once more.
“Come to my bedroom with me,” I whispered in what I hoped was a seductive manner. I grabbed his hand and pulled him upright, but he looked a little hesitant.
“What about Meghan?”
His concern was touching; it meant he actually cared about my daughter in a way I didn’t dare hope for. “I’ve just given her some medicine; I think she’ll be out for a while. I’ll tell you what, you wait on my bed while I go and quickly check on her.” I picked up the baby monitor and waved it at him. “Plus, I have this, so I’ll hear her as soon as she wakes up.”
With a rapid nod, Zack raced into my bedroom eagerly, making a warm happiness build in my chest. I quickly checked to see that Meghan is still soundly sleeping before I ran in to join him.
“Oh my God!” I burst out as I saw him sprawled across my bed completely and utterly naked. He had one trickle of sweat traveling down his chest, making it difficult for me to look at any other part of him. “What are you doing?”
“Did I get it wrong?” He play-acted as if he was embarrassed to be caught out. “I thought we came in here for some nudie time. Was I wrong?”
“Oh, so wrong,” I murmured as I climbed over him on the sheets. “You’ve made such a fool of yourself.”
Just as I was about to kiss Zack, he shocked me by flipping me over onto my back in one fell swoop. I collapsed hard into the bed, losing my breath in the process. As Zack slowly pulled the clothing that I’d only just put on back off again, I fell into a hazy lust with every brush of his skin against me. Everything he did to me felt incredible. Once more, I found myself overwhelmed by the sense that I was falling...
“So beautiful,” Zack groaned as he buried his face in my flesh. His mouth kissed, licked, and sucked all the way down from my stomach to my hips. My back arched, and I rolled my hips into him as his fingers edged their way closer and closer to my folds.
“Oh God,” I grunted as he massaged me, working his way over my slit, paying particular attention to my clit. Zack with his expert fingers would be the death of me, I was sure of it. His coarse skin turned into silk as it brushed me, causing my brain to buzz with lust.
I nearly died when he pulled those incredible fingers away from me. I would’ve done if a warm, wet sensation didn’t immediately replace it. Zack took long strokes with his tongue, his mouth circled me intimately, and soon I fisted the sheets behind me just to stop myself from buckling under the sensations he was giving me.
My breaths grew rapid and ragged, my heart thundered, the mini waves of bliss were starting to pool in my belly, and if I weren't careful, soon they’d have complete control of me. The intensity grew, threatening to rain down on me, but this wasn’t how I wanted it to happen. I wanted – I needed to have him inside me.
“Fuck me, Zack,” I whimpered. “I’m close; I want you to fuck me.”
Luckily, sensing that I wasn’t messing around, he whipped his mouth away from me, leaving me cold and alone while he rolled a condom down over his thick length. I bit down on my lip as my mouth watered, I bucked my hips towards him, so pathetically desperate for him that I just couldn’t wait.
As soon as Zack was done, I shot up into a sitting position and indicated for him to do the same. Once he had his legs slung over the edge of my bed, I climbed onto his lap, facing away from him, and slid down onto him.
When Zack followed my eye line, he could see the same view as me. Us two, in the full-length mirror, fucking like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t even look like myself; I appeared wild and free, maybe even a little feral as I bounced down on top of him…and it was hot as hell.
Zack kneaded my breast with one hand, thumbing my nipples until it drove me crazy, as he controlled the pace with his other hand on my hip. Once the pressure got too much for me, I gripped onto his thighs, and I fucked him hard and fast. Each thrust sent me to wilder. I could feel myself drawing ever closer; any minute now...
And then I buckled violently as the orgasm shattered my entire body. I shoved my fist into my mouth to stop myself from screaming too loudly, but that didn’t stop me from feeling it wholly. The burning hot bliss just kept on coming, and I became convinced that it wasn’t going to stop until I was a limp, pathetic mess on the floor – and I also didn’t want it to. It felt phenomenal, it was wonderful, everything was just damn perfect...
“Oh. My. God. That was amazing.” I laughed and panted in Zack’s arms for a little while afterward, just basking in the post-orgasmic glow. “Honestly, freaking amazing...”
Before he got a chance to answer, a small voice broke through the monitor, which meant Meghan was awake. I leaped up and threw my clothes on, switching from lover to mother in a heartbeat.
“Does this not put you off?” I asked Zack hurriedly as I changed. “It’s never-ending, I can promise you that much.”
“Hey.” He propped himself up on his elbow to smile at me. “If you can handle my secrets, then I can take on Megs. She’s an awesome kid. Couldn’t ask for better.”
Although most people would be happy about being rich, I understood why Zack wasn’t. It came at a cost and felt like a burden to him. Because of that, I didn’t argue that my baggage was much more challenging to take on than his, I simply kissed him quickly instead.
“I’ll just go and check that she’s okay. You stay right where you are. If she doesn’t need much, then I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am, whatever you say.”
Honestly, talk about hitting the jackpot! As I ran from one room to the other, I couldn’t help thinking that Zack was all kinds of perfect, in a damaged packaging. He seemed like he wasn’t on the surface, but really he was. The money wasn’t even anything to do with that; it was nothing compared to the sort of person he was.
I was falling in love with him. For real.