Chapter 24- Zane
I couldn’t believe how fast a week passed.
A whole friggin’ week. Seven days of waking up tangled in Sam’s sheets.
Going to sleep every night with my legs shaking, heart still racing.
Exhausted from being fucked dang near into a coma.
Seven days of not going home. Not checking in. Not facing any of my responsibilities.
We’d just been working, fucking, enjoying our time together.
But Monday was coming. Sunday night, I had to face facts. I needed to go home.
Mark had called my parents. My mama was blowing up my phone like I was seventeen again. I couldn’t hide anymore.
I sat up in bed, the sun barely up. I tugged Sam’s T-shirt down over my bare thighs. He was naked, half-asleep, sprawled out looking relaxed.
“I gotta go this morning, Sam,” I said quietly.
He didn’t move at first. Just let out a low grunt like I was already getting on his nerves.
“Go where?” His voice was thick, lazy. But I could hear the shift. He was wide awake
“Home, Sam. Mark called my parents and now they’re calling me like I’m a runaway. I should’ve taken my behind home after work six days ago. I gotta go.”
Still, he didn’t move. Just blinked slow, then slid his hand down his chest to his abs. His dick was half hard, laying against his thigh. He was a hot sleeper. He never wore clothes to bed or even used covers.
My eyes got stuck on the thing that had caused me so my pleasure. My coochie twitched.
“You been here all week,” he said, voice deepening. “Might as well stay until you’re ready to go. Not because you’re getting calls.”
If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be leaving.
“Sam, I’m so serious. And what about me staying so your wife doesn’t get suspicious, until the private investigators gets all the evidence you need?
You don’t think this is suspicious? I leave the house going to a job you gave me and then disappear.
I’m thinking they’ll start to figure out one plus one equals two. ”
“So am I. I’m serious. Fuck it. You being there ain’t really helping now that I think about it.”
Before I could roll my eyes good, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. My body landed on top of his, and before I could fight, his lips were on my neck, and he had already pushed his shirt up and his hand was between my thighs.
“Sam,” I whispered, trying to squirm, but my hips betrayed me. They always did when it came to him.
“Stop playing,” he muttered against my skin, already pushing my panties to the side. “You know you not going nowhere.”
“Sam...”
“You leaving to do what? Go home to argue?” His fingers slid slow through my folds, through my wetness. “You this wet and you worried about Mark? Fuck Mark.”
He flipped us fast, so he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I tried to push at his shoulders,
“Stop,” he warned, and that was it. I stopped.
“‘Yes, daddy’” damn near slipped from my lips. This man had too much control over me. And I wasn’t mad about it.
“You running from me now? You need space?” he asked softly, voice too calm to be safe.
His little bit of insecurity was actually endearing, as fucked up as it sounds.
“I’m not running—”
“It feel like you running from me,” he cut me off. “But I know how to make you stay,” he said while sliding his big ass dick inside of me in one deep stroke that had me gasping, and my nails sinking into his back.
“Sam... damn,” I moaned. My whole body felt tight.
He started pushing in and out of me. He fucked hard and heavy. Making sure I felt every inch.
A breath caught in my chest. Every roll of his hips had my eyes rolling back. Every thrust felt like he was fucking my willpower right out of me.
“You don’t wanna go home,” he whispered, lips brushing mine, lazy and cocky. “You wanna be right here, letting me fuck you.”
“N-no...” I whispered just to be contrZane, even though my legs wrapped tighter around him on their own.
“Yeah,” he corrected. “You do.”
His hand slid up, fingers gripping my throat. He squeezed until I was looking him dead in the eye. I guess he wanted to witness my face while he ruined me.
“I’m not ready for you to go, Zane. You stuck now.”
I couldn’t respond. My whole body was tightening, teetering on that edge he loved to keep me on.
“You pissing me off.,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “You don’t even want to go home. So stop talking dumb shit about leaving.”
I broke right there, mouth open, moaning too loud as my orgasm hit like a fucking truck. He kept moving, kept riding me through it until I was clinging to him, tears burning the corners of my eyes.
When I caught my breath, he was staring down at me.
“You good now?” he asked, lips curling into a wicked grin.
I couldn’t even speak. He kissed my cheek soft, slowing down stroke, fucking me lazy now.
“You staying,” he said simply.
He pulled out slow, and my pussy clenched, missing him already. He didn’t even cum. He was using his dick to just to prove a point. Using his dick like a weapon.
He got on my nerves, but I think I loved him.
“I’m good for you, Zane. And you’re good for me, so stay for right now.”
He used that tone—like the Pied Piper playing his flute—while tapping his dick against my sensitive clit just to make me whimper.
“You want to stay don’t you?”
I should’ve said no. Should’ve gotten dressed and left. This shit with Mark was going to get ugly.
“I’m gonna go cook. Make you something to eat for breakfast, then we’re going to finish our movie.”
He rolled off me and slapped my ass as I was on the way to the kitchen, saying, “Good girl.”
I skipped my happy as out of the room, knowing I wasn’t going home tonight. Hell, I probably wasn’t going home this week either.