Chapter 11
11
ZARA
S peechless, that is what I am as I watch him walk out of the bedroom with his pants hanging on his hips. His chest is mouth-watering and perfect, but it’s nothing to all the muscles in his back. My mouth waters as I make it down to his ass that fills out the jeans that look like they’ve been worn for years. “Keep watching me, Sweetheart, and I’m going to drag you into the shower with me.” He looks over his shoulder, and his black hair falls in front of his face. The smile he gives me is almost devilish.
“You can’t stay here,” I tell his back, and he laughs all the way to the bathroom, ignoring everything that I just said to him. Ignoring it all and doing exactly what he said he was going to do. “Motherfucker,” I huff out and sit on the bed, letting my heart settle in my chest. My eyes are on the doorway he just walked out of. “What did you do?” I ask myself as I rush to the drawer to take a pair of underwear out, then slide them on. “You had sex against a fucking door,” I remind myself, “and you didn’t even notice he didn’t have a condom on.” It’s the same talk I had with myself when I went into the bathroom, with my head held high but my pants hanging on to one leg. “How was that the hottest sex you’ve ever had?” I ask myself. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because no one has pushed me against a door and devoured me and then rammed into me.” I put my hand on my head. “Jesus, it was animalistic.” I fold one of my legs under me before carefully sitting down with a wince. “Maybe not goading the cowboy to fuck you harder with his dick the size of a bat would be a good thing.”
I’m thinking of ways to tell him to leave when I hear footsteps in the hallway. My head turns to look at him, expecting him to walk back in with his boxers. But not this man. He comes in totally fucking naked as the day he was born, with the towel in his hand drying his hair. “The water pressure in there sucks.”
I hold up my hands in front of my eyes. “You’re naked,” I point out, turning my head to the side, but I’ve taken a mental image of him, and that will forever be branded on my brain. Fuck, his body is to die for.
He just laughs. “You’ve seen me naked before.”
“That was in the dark,” I retort. “This is in the light.”
I can see from the corner of my eye that he is walking around to the other side of the bed. “We have to talk,” I tell him, turning my head the other way and ignoring the fact he’s getting into bed with me. But not under the covers where he has to cover himself. No, this man is lying down on top of the covers like he’s a model for David.
“Come here.” He reaches out for me and pulls me to him, fitting my chest to his side as if I’ve always fucking done this, which I’ve never done with him before. “Now you can talk.”
I look up at him, seeing his hair pushed back and the scruff on his jaw a little longer than it was the other night, but just like the other night, his hotness makes all the words disappear. His eyes are so bright, and his lips are so perfect that all I want to do is kiss him again. So I do. I get up on my hands and knees and forget that I want him to leave. I forget that ten minutes ago, I wanted to stab him in the eyeball. I forget that this is not a good idea, so I move up and kiss his lips. He rolls to his side as his tongue slides into my mouth, and five minutes later, I’m naked with him. “What did you want to talk about?” he asks me right before he takes my nipple into his mouth while sliding a finger into me.
“Later.” That’s the only thing I can say, and the sound of his deep chuckle just pushes me even deeper under his spell.
* * *
The sunlight hits my face like a spotlight, making me turn to the other side, right smack into Gabriel’s chest. His hand that was draped over my hip is now on top of my ass while he pulls me even closer to him. “Morning, Sweetheart,” he mumbles, bending to kiss the top of my head while squeezing me. “How did you sleep?”
“Okay—” I start to say when the phone ringing makes me get up on my elbow and look over, realizing the ringing is coming from downstairs. “Is that yours or mine?”
“Don’t know”—he looks over his shoulder—“also don’t fucking care.” He turns into me, rolling me to my back. “Time to show you what I was going to do to you when I woke up before I knew you snuck out on me.”
My legs immediately open for him, and he doesn’t even have to warm me up. It’s like I’m ready for him. “Always ready for me.” He buries his face in my neck as my legs hitch up on his hips, while he slowly slides out of me and then back into me. My hips move in conjunction with his as he fucks me. Neither of us says anything. I’m just taking in the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. “Fuck, every single time, it’s like the first time with you.”
I wrap an arm around his neck, arching my back. “Every single time your cock takes my breath away,” I say, making him laugh. “Now, if you are done with the chitter-chatter”—I kiss his neck—“how about you really show me what you wanted to do to me that morning?” I bite right where I kissed not too long ago. In two moves, he’s pulled out of me, and I’m flipped over to my stomach. He pulls my hips up and slams into me. “Jesus Christ,” I hiss, gripping the sheets under my hands, “if that is all it took for you to finally do me properly.” I look over my shoulder at him, his arms are muscled perfectly. “I would have done it yesterday.” He glares at me, but he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. Every time he slams into me, I feel like he’s in my throat, literally. When I do come, I swear my eyes roll in the back of my head, and he never, ever slows his pace.
“Get your mouth ready,” he pants out, and I swear I come again just from his words. He pulls out of me, and my mouth swallows the head of his cock as if my life depends on it. “Take me all the way in, Zara,” he eggs me on, knowing full well I can’t take this whole thing in my mouth. “Don’t be a quitter, Sweetheart.” His hips move to make me swallow a bit more of him. “Let me hit the back of your throat.” My hand grips the base of his cock. “Take me all.” I try until my eyes water, but I don’t have to try for very long because in a matter of seconds, his cum hits my tongue, and I swallow everything he has to give me. He fucks my mouth until he’s almost soft. “Don’t want to lose your mouth, Sweetheart”—he looks down at me as he pushes the hair away from my face—“but I have nothing left to give you.” He smirks at me. “You literally sucked the cum right out of me.” He winks, and I can’t help but laugh.
“My momma didn’t raise no quitter,” I quip, getting on my knees and kissing his chest.
“How long you been here?” he asks me when I get off the bed.
“About a week.”
“And you’ve already got some country in you,” he jokes, and I shake my head.
“I’m always going to be a city girl. It’s been a New York minute,” I inform him, and he looks at me confused. “It’s a city term, Cowboy.” I turn, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water. I take a second to look at myself in the mirror, and I inwardly cringe. My hair is literally all over the place. I move my neck to the side, looking at all the little red dots from his beard along with a light purple hickey right in the middle of my neck. I run my fingers over it as if it’s going to go away. “Fuck,” I swear, then look down at the little bite marks all over me. I brush my teeth before going to the bathroom and then slipping on the white robe I have hanging in there.
I step out of the bathroom and hear noise coming from downstairs, along with the smell of coffee. I walk down, finding him in the kitchen. His back is to me, wearing his jeans as he takes a sip of his coffee before walking to the fridge. “Sweetheart, you have nothing in your fridge,” he says over his shoulder when he sees me there.
“I know. I have to go to the grocery store.”
“You have two eggs and three pieces of bacon.” He shakes his head. “Who are you going to feed with that?”
“Um, at least two people,” I tell him, and he gasps.
“Two people, where?” I walk over to him, grabbing the cup of coffee he made for me. “Don’t know how you like your coffee, Sweetheart, so all I put in it is milk.”
“Then it’s perfect,” I say, taking a sip when the phone rings again.
I walk over to my jacket and take it out. Looking down, I see Daniel is trying to call me. I press decline, and when I look up, he’s staring at me. “Who the fuck is calling you at seven o’clock in the morning?”
“That would be my fiancé,” I say, and his jaw gets tight. “Sorry, ex-fiancé.”
“So you aren’t engaged?” He leans back against the counter with one arm extended by his side while he drinks his coffee.
“Two weeks ago, I was engaged.” I walk back into the kitchen, grabbing my coffee. “I came home from picking out my wedding dress to find him balls deep in his coworker.”
His eyebrows pinch together. “He cheated on you?” he asks, like it’s the most outrageous thing to ever be said.
“He did and might be the father to two of her children.” I laugh at how absurd it sounds.
“He cheated on you?” he asks again, as if he didn’t hear what I said the first time.
“Why do you keep asking me that?”
He shakes his head as if he’s trying to get the whole picture. “Did you give him sex?”
“Wow,” I snap, “I tell you that he cheated on me, and the first thing you ask is ‘did you give him sex’?”
He holds up his hand to stop me from ranting. “That isn’t what I meant. Obviously, him cheating on you is a dick move.”
“Thank you,” I say softly, “but the answer is, I guess I didn’t give him enough if he went out of his way to have sex with her four to six times a week.” The thought of that alone still stings me, especially since we had sex maybe twice a month. Looking back on it, this might be why.
He brings the cup to his mouth and takes a sip. “Sweetheart, was it anything like the sex we had?”
“I don’t know.” I look at him. It’s not like I got more moves in my bag. It’s pretty much the same thing, right? How does one answer this? I mean, obviously, sex is different between different people, and the sex with Gabriel is top tier, but it’s not like I’m a different person.
“He’s a fucking idiot.” He laughs. “Sweetheart, if you had sex with him like you have sex with me, he’s the biggest fucking idiot of life.” He shakes his head, and if I think that statement shocks me, it’s nothing like what comes out of his mouth next. “Fuck, I’d rush you to the altar now if I could.”