Chapter 31 Zach
ZACH
What the fuck had I done? I’d sat there, watching Rafe torture and then kill a man I could’ve brought into custody. I’d already decided Ivanov needed to die, and I felt nothing for Richard. I’d broken rules before. I’d pushed things too far, but this… this was way out of bounds.
Maria was going to want to know what happened tonight.
What the hell was I going to tell her? I had no idea, but watching Rafe fully embrace his psycho side was hot as hell.
It shouldn’t have been. But I knew him; he did this because Richard was evil.
I hadn’t just allowed it; I’d enjoyed it.
And I was going to take Rafe home and fuck him as many times as we could survive.
I should feel something other than relief and desire, but I didn’t.
It was time for me to get out of the FBI.
Rafe was pacing around, talking on the phone with Remington, who would call in a cleanup crew, and as I watched him, I knew I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I loved him. I hadn’t thought I really knew what love was, but what else could explain the way I was feeling?
Rafe ended the call. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s all good. Let’s go.”
I wanted to leave with him, but could I? “We probably shouldn’t risk being seen together.”
“I would risk anything to fuck you right now. If I didn’t think you might get squeamish, I’d do it right here.”
Zach looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “But your family is on the way.”
“Some of their people are, but we probably have time. How fast do you think I could get you off?”
“Rafe.”
“I’d get on my knees. You could fuck my mouth. I bet you’d come in no time. I saw how hard you were watching me. Don’t play all sweet and innocent.”
“I’m not.” I glanced at the corpse. Maybe I was too squeamish. “Let’s go back to your place.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “I’ve waited forever. I guess I can wait that much longer.”
He took my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen.
When we climbed through the window, he took my hand again, laced our fingers together, and pulled me toward the car.
I loved it. I didn’t want to let go when it was time for me to walk around the car to the passenger side.
“What would it take for me to get your keys again?”
He studied me for a moment, then shook his head. “You’d never do it.”
“Try me.”
“No way. I’m driving. We need speed. Any chance you want to suck me off while I drive?”
“Jesus Christ, you’re scary enough as it is.”
We were both laughing as he pulled away from the curb and floored it. As soon as he parked in his driveway, we both jumped out of the car and ran for the door like we were in a race.
As soon as we were in, Rafe pushed me up against the door, then dropped to his knees in front of me. I stood there, hands pressed to the cool wood, as he unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. I didn’t even have time to form words before he was taking me deep, sucking me off so hard I saw stars.
Thank God for the door behind me, or my legs might have given out. “Rafe. Fuck.” I threaded my hands into his hair. “Oh my God, you… I didn’t expect…”
He took me all the way in, sputtering around me but holding himself there. I fought the urge to pull him tight against me, to root into him until I filled his throat with my cum. I needed to just let this happen. I didn’t quite understand his mood, but Jesus, it felt so good.
He pulled off me and looked up. “Do you want to come like this? Are you going to be able to fuck me later if you do?”
I wasn’t sure I could speak, so I nodded.
With anyone else, probably not. With him?
I’d be hard again in ten minutes. He smiled and held my gaze as he took my cock back in.
He used his hands to press my hips tight against the wall, holding me there as he worked me with his mouth, swallowing around me, humming, doing things with his tongue I couldn’t even describe.
I was lost in need and pleasure and heat.
“Rafe, fuck, I’m going to come.” He held me tight, and I thrust into him, shooting down his throat as he swallowed around me again and again. When I was done, he pulled back, licked his lips, and smiled at me.
“Good?”
“You fucking know it was.” He smiled as he rose to his feet. I cupped his face in my hands. “Are you okay? You let me fuck your mouth hard last time, but I mean… even for you, you’re intense.”
“I just…” He glanced away, and I lifted his chin with my finger. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Talk to me.” I pulled him against me, running my fingers up and down his back.
He kissed my neck and nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder. “You went along with what I did tonight. You weren’t disgusted. You let me lead, and you still wanted me even after you saw… what I can be like.”
I wrapped my arms tighter around him. “I know you, and I know you were somewhat acting and somewhat letting an unhinged side of you out. Richard deserved what he got. Can I report what happened to my special agent in charge? No. Did I break more rules than I ever have? Yeah, probably, but I’d do it again, Rafe. I’d do anything for you.”
He pulled back and looked up at me. A moment passed where I felt like he could see everything I was feeling, and I was almost certain he felt the same way, but neither of us was ready to use words.
As if we decided we couldn’t stay apart any longer, we both moved, crushing our mouths together, kissing like our lives depended on it.
I nibbled along his jawline, making him suck in his breath. “Not here. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
He started walking backward, keeping me with him, kissing me again.
I held out my arms, trying to keep us from bumping into anything.
We hit a wall, and Rafe laughed, guiding us through the open doorway of the bedroom.
I walked him toward the bed and shoved him down immediately, crawling onto the mattress and hanging over him.
“Tell me what you want, my little psycho.”
“So now I’m your slutty psycho?”
I laughed. “Apparently.”
“I just want you.”
“You’ve got me. As long as you want me.”
“Zach…”
I put my finger on his lips. “Let’s enjoy each other right now. We can talk about complicated shit later, okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, okay. I want you naked.”
“You too.” We stripped ourselves of our clothes as quickly as we could; shirts, shoes, and pants were tossed around the room in a jumble.
I didn’t care if I ever found them again.
All I cared about right then was making Rafe understand how I felt—not with words, but with attention, with him knowing I fucking worshiped him.
I kissed his neck and sucked on the skin, wanting to mark him. “Do it,” he said. “God, I wish everyone knew I belonged to you.”
“Me too,” I growled against his skin, kissing my way down his chest. I bit down on one of his dark nipples, and he cried out, arching toward me. I licked it, then blew on it, watching him shiver. I used my fingers to pinch and tug the hard bud as I sucked on the other one.
“God, Zach, you’re making me crazy.”
“Yeah, I know.” I toyed with his nipples with my hands while I worked my way down across his stomach, kissing and nipping.
I got to his cock but was careful not to touch it, smoothing my hands down his sides and then holding his hips in place.
I teased the tender skin on the inside of his thigh and nibbled at the crease of his groin while he arched and twisted under me.
“You want something?” I asked, looking up at him.
“You better touch my cock right fucking now.”
“You’re going to have to ask a lot nicer than that.” He started to say something, but I pulled one of his balls into my mouth, and that hushed him up. I teased and sucked and then tormented the other one before sliding my tongue back toward his ass.
“Zach, I can’t… It’s too much, please.”
“That’s better. See? You can ask nicely.”
I licked him from the root to the tip, and he gasped. “More,” he demanded. “Please.”
I took him in my mouth and sucked him, teasing him as he lifted his hips, thrusting into me. I let him for a little while, then pinned him back to the mattress and pulled off.
“I can’t let you have too much. Not yet.”
His eyes widened. “What? I… but you…”
“Already came? That’s right. So I have more time to toy with you until it’s your turn.”
“No, Zach. I’ve been waiting so long.”
I locked eyes with him. “So you didn’t let anyone else touch you? Those days we were apart?”
“No, fuck no.”
“You don’t want anyone but me, do you?”
Rafe turned away.
“Tell me,” I demanded. I needed to hear him say it. “Look at me, Rafe.”
Finally, he did. “Nobody but you.”
I took his cock down again all the way, letting him fill my throat, gagging around him but not caring. When I was sure he was right at the edge, I pulled off.
“No!” he yelled, reaching for me, trying to pull me back.
“It’s my turn,” I said.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
“No, you wouldn’t be much fun as a corpse. Lay back down.”
I shifted position, turning around and straddling him so my ass was in his face. “Eat my ass. Then maybe you’ll get what you want.”
“Damn, Zach, are you always this filthy?”
“No. You bring it out in me.”
He laughed, and I felt his warm breath against my hole. “You’re as big of a slut as I am.”
“You have no idea how right you are.”
I sucked in my breath as he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He swiped his tongue over my hole. I thought I might come only from that. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”
“More.”
He pushed his tongue into me, and it was better than I’d ever imagined it could be.
He started working me with fingers too. It was so much—too much—so fucking intense.
When he pressed a finger against my prostate and licked me, I thought I was going to die.
It was all I could do to keep from coming when I’d just spilled my seed down his throat.
“God, you’re good at that.” I could feel him smile against me.
I couldn’t take much more, so I pulled away, turning back to face him. I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked myself. I was more than ready to fuck him again. “All right. I’ve tormented you long enough. Tell me what you want.”
He opened his legs wider and pulled his knees up to his chest. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Zach, just like this.”
He tossed a bottle of lube my way. It had been under his pillow, where I’d seen him use it when we were on the phone together.
My hands barely worked; it took me two tries to pop the cap open.
I greased up my cock, and in seconds, I was pushing into him, opening him up, watching his eyes widen. Fucking perfect.
“God, yes. Zach, come here. Fuck me.”
I did, mercilessly working myself into him until we were both crying out, clinging to each other, shuddering through our orgasms. I collapsed over him when we were done, managing to roll us to the side and hold him against me.
He grabbed a T-shirt from the floor and wiped up some of the mess, but neither of us could move further than that.
I didn’t ask about staying. He didn’t say anything. He pulled the covers up and wrapped himself around me. We fell asleep there, holding each other. It was the best night I’d ever had.