Serena
We spent the next few hours talking with Zeus’s mom until she had to leave for work. His mom reminded me of my mother. She is so warm and welcoming. Easy to talk to. Beyond kind. I can see where Zeus gets all those qualities from now. I have had the displeasure of being around his dad enough to know it wasn’t from him.
From what I learnt tonight, Zeus lived with his mom after the divorce. His dad barely spent time with him unless he had to. I couldn’t imagine what that must have been like for Zeus. To have a parent not want you. I know I don’t have a father, but it’s not like he decided not to be here. My heart broke for Zeus when his mom mentioned that to me.
After she left, Zeus gave me a tour of his home. It’s a sweet two-bedroom house. It may be small, but they didn’t need more than that. Plus, you can feel the love here. It’s not just a house, but it is a home.
Bailey has so many pictures of Zeus around the house. I love getting a glance into his life growing up. What I hated seeing was that it’s obvious when the accident happened. He went from such a smiley little boy to a blank-faced kid. He tried to smile in pictures, but it was clunky. Like he was unfamiliar with it anymore. It didn’t matter because you could still see the happiness and love in his eyes.
The last room Zeus shows me is his bedroom. I don’t know what I expected it to look like, but this room fits him to a tee. The walls are painted a deep navy blue. There is a queen-sized bed with black sheets on one wall, and the opposite wall is a large dresser with a TV on top. In one corner of his room is a massive computer setup with three screens. I don’t know the first thing about computers, or at least not to the extent of his setup.
I walk around, taking in the bare walls and tidy room. Nothing seems to be out of place. Everything is so meticulous. I walk over to his desk with the computer. There is a manual on top of his desk that says Harley. I guess these are for his bike.
I feel his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin on the top of my head. “I like to know how things work and how to fix them. Pops was the one who got me into working on motorcycles with him.”
“I wish I could have met him.” I wistfully say.
“So do I. He would have loved you.” Zeus sighs.
Zeus says he doesn’t feel much, but I can see the sorrow in his eyes. I kiss his cheek, hoping to give him some comfort. He smiles at me. His arm was around me as I lay my head on his chest. We stand there for a while. Soaking each other in.
I wonder what it would have been like if Pops were still alive. What would he have thought of me? Would he approve of our relationship? From the stories I have been told, I like to think he would have. He was a hippie. A free love spirit. So was his wife.
They seem like warm, welcoming people. The perfect grandparent figures for the guys to grow up with. A saving grace for them when home became too much. As much as I want to meet him, I want to thank him more. Thank him for protecting three little boys who couldn’t do it for themselves.
Zeus led me to his bed. We lie on top of the comforter, pulling a throw blanket over us to cuddle under. Zeus grabbed the remote off his bedside table and asked me what I wanted to watch, which shocked me. I tried to hide it from my face, but he caught it. He doesn’t comment, just giving me a look like he wants to murder Evan in his sleep.
We scroll through streaming services until we find something we both would like, a cheesy comedy movie. Once the movie is on, we fall into a comfortable silence as we watch it.
“Should I call you Zeus or Duncan?” I ask into the silence between us. I can feel Zeus tighten at the question. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s alright, . I just haven’t gone by that name in such a long time. I always felt like Duncan died that night, and Zeus is who I am.”
“Do you miss being that kid?”
“More than anything.” He sighs. “But I wouldn’t be where I am now in life if I were still him. My life isn’t perfect. There is a lot I wish I could have changed, but not anymore. I have perfection in my arms right now. I may miss that kid I once was, but if losing him means I get to have you, then it was worth it.”
I poke my head up off his chest and stare into his eyes, seeing he means the words he just said. His hand on my waist squeezes me three times, just like he always does. I want to tell him that I would love him no matter who he was, but the words are stuck. I have never told him I loved him before, but I do. I love him more than I ever thought possible. The way he makes me feel, I know this is what love is supposed to be.
Instead of saying the words, I show him.
I crash my lips against his, throwing everything I am feeling into the kiss. It doesn’t take him even a second to reciprocate the kiss. I can feel he feels the same way about me. I can feel the hunger, desire, and love pour into me.
He starts kissing down my neck, his hand slides up from my hip until he has my breast in his hand. He grips it tight, pinching my nipple between his fingers. A wanton moan escapes my lips, making Zeus growl in appreciation.
I push him away, and his eyes go wide, thinking he did something wrong. Instead of telling him that he didn’t, I took my shirt off. Leaving me in a white lacy bra. His mouth drops open, and I can practically see the drool coming out of his mouth.
I grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to take it off, but he grabs my hands. I look at him, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“Wait, Siren. Are you sure you want to? I don’t want you to feel like I opened up about my depressing past, that I was using it as a way to get in your pants.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I just stare at the man beside me, wondering how I got so lucky. How did I end up with a man who cares so much about me and what I am feeling?
I reach for the hem of his shirt again. This time, he lets me take it and pull it off his rugged body. His sexy as fuck six pack. The deep V that trails under his jeans. The thick cords of muscles on his arms. With each inch of skin revealed, I see more of the man who has hidden himself from everyone.
His chest has a few tattoos, but the thing that catches my attention the most is the scar from the lightning strike. It starts on his shoulder and drapes down his entire back. If I didn’t know it was a scar, I would have thought it was another tattoo.
I glide my fingers across his shoulder, mesmerized by the pattern. Zeus shivers against my touch, enjoying the feeling as his eyes are full of carnal hunger. Before I can ask if I can see the rest, he turns around, showing the rest of his scar.
It takes up almost all his back. You can see where the lightning struck. A central point that scatters everywhere. I caress my finger over the pattern, memorizing the design. It’s sad but stunning.
He survived something that should have killed him. He is a warrior, through and through. I pull my hand off his back, making him turn around to me. I can see the panic in his eyes. Thinking that I am turned off by it, but it’s the complete opposite. Seeing his strength makes me want him more than I thought possible.
I placed my hand against his chest and pushed him to his back. I know if he didn’t want to move, there is no way that I could move him. He is letting me take control. Letting me have the power to decide how far this goes.
I straddle his lap, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. I lean forward, placing my lips against mine. Still letting me take the lead, he follows the soft, sensual pace I have set.
His hands grip my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh. I start to slowly grind my aching pussy against him, feeling every inch of him against me. Growling against my lips, he fights every urge not to take control of me. I bite his bottom lip, hard.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you are starting to push my limits, .” He all but growls at me.
“Maybe I want to push your limits, Zeus. See how far you could go.” The mischief is clear in my voice. Wanting to push him to see the real him that he hides from everyone.
“A little tease, are we?” He arches her.
I let out the smallest little giggle. “I can be. It’s fun to tease and be a brat until I’m put in my place.” My voice grows husky, releasing the truth behind the words.
I never thought of myself as the bratty type, but since meeting the guys, I can confidently say that it is fun. I was always too shy and controlled to explore this side of me, but with the Kings, I feel like I can be anything. Do anything. Try anything and no one will judge me.
“Well then, it’s a good thing I know how to put a teasing little brat back in the place she belongs.” Zeus’s voice dips low, taking on an edge that I have never heard. He is normally so monotone that it surprises me in the best way.
“Thinking about that makes me so wet,” I whisper, embarrassed that I admitted that out loud.
“Thinking about what, sweetheart? My hands trailing over your naked skin, only barely touching you. Grabbing you firm but gently by the shoulder, pushing you down to your knees.” With each sentence, my thighs tighten and my core pulses. My eyes widen at first, not knowing what to say or do, but I don’t move or cower from him. Just waiting to see what he will do. “But that’s not all you were thinking, was it?”
If only he knew that was exactly what I was thinking.
I start kissing down his neck. Across his chest. Down his extremely toned stomach, until I reach his lickable V that leads under his jeans. I undo the button, pull the zipper down and grab the hem of his pants and boxers. I look up at him, letting him decide if this is alright or not.
All I see in his eyes is desire. I take that as a yes before pulling his pants and boxers down. His hard cock pops out and my mouth drops. He is huge! Massive would be a better word for the nine-inch monstrosity in front of me.
I lick the tip of his cock, making him moan loudly. Feeling emboldened by his moan, I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, until the head hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, siren.” He groans.
Slowly, I start bobbing my head, making sure I lick the tip every time I reach it. A moan wraps around his cock as I taste the salty precum that has beaded at the top. Zeus wraps my hair around his fist, guiding my head up and down his shaft. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him harder and taking as much as I can. Zeus’s grip in my hair tightens, but I relish the bit of pain.
“I need you to stop, or I am going to blow my load in your mouth. First time I come with you I want it to be in your pussy.”
Tingles race down my spine at the thought of him inside me. I don’t stop sucking him, wanting to see if I can make him come. Zeus growls before pulling on my hair so I pop off his cock. I look up at him. His eyes are dark, full of desire and hunger. He lets go of my hair and pushes me onto my back.
He doesn’t waste a second, pulling my pants and panties off. I lay before him in only my bra with my legs wide, exposing myself to him. Zeus licks his lips before starting to kiss up my leg until he reaches my inner thigh. He moves his head like he is going to start licking my pussy, but he starts his torturous kisses up my other leg.
“You are so fucking wet for me. Are you ready for me, siren?” His voice is dark and gravelly. All I can do is nod my head. “Good girl.”
Zeus doesn’t just eat me out, he devours me. My back arches off his bed as a moan leaves my lips. He grips my hips, holding me still so I can’t squirm away from him. He alternates from sucking on my clit and using the tip of his tongue to flick it. I can feel my impending release building. Zeus adds two fingers into me that tip me over the edge. I scream out his name as I tighten around his finger, my release coating his face. He greedily drinks it all down.
Zeus pokes his head up at me. I can see my wetness coating his lips and chin. He smirks at me before licking his lips. He finally removes his fingers from me and pops those in his mouth.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I am a panting mess on his bed, and he climbs up until his lips are planted against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. Sweet, salty, as musky.
He grips is his cock, sliding it back and forth against my needy pussy. Coating it with my release. His eyes are focused on mine as he slowly pushes the first inch in. I wince at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turns to a moan as he gives me more of him.
When he is fully in, he gives me a moment to adjust to his size. When he sees I am ready, he starts moving. Slowly. Sensually. Never breaking eye contact with me. Everything is so sweet and gentle, but I can see the beast hiding in his eyes. He wants to be rough, but he is holding back for me. As I can feel myself getting close again, I close my eyes.
“Eyes on me, siren. Always on me. I need to see you come on my cock.”
My eyes open and look into his again. He is close.
“Come with me, Zeus.” My voice is barely audible.
His fingers glide down until they are touching the sensitive bundle of nerves. He picks up his pace as he rubs and sends my orgasm into another dimension. I scream out my release as Zeus groans out his.
Zeus collapses on me. I bring my hand up and gently start running it through his hair.
“I love you.” The words leave my mouth without thought.
A stunned silence sits between us. I can’t believe I just said those words. They are true, I have known for a while, and this seemed the perfect time to say it.
Zeus doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grabs my hand and squeezes it three times.
He rolls off me and cuddles in next to me. My eyes feel heavy, exhaustion pushing through. Sleep starts to take over me, but I swear, right before I am asleep, I hear him whisper.
“I love you too.”