Chapter 19
19
ZARA
I open my eyes and feel heat behind me, and I smile as I blink the sleep out of my eyes. I also feel his hard cock poking into my ass as his hand has a tight death grip on my breast. I settle in for a minute, thinking how much I like waking up with him. It’s not something that happens all the time, especially since he’s had his son this week, but it has happened, and when it does, the day always starts better.
I look out of the window, seeing the sun peeking out of the passing clouds, listening to the silence of the morning. It’s so calm you can’t help but feel relaxed, everything in the South is calmer. It is honestly everything I thought I didn’t want yet needed, including the man who is holding me from behind. The date he took me on last night has to go down as the most romantic date I’ve ever had. It also goes down as the most uncomfortable place I’ve ever had sex. It was romantic in theory, but then lying on the ground, with twigs stabbing you in your back, was not ideal to say the very least. But he made up for it when we got back here. Well, he more than made up for it.
Which makes me look over my shoulder at him sleeping right beside me. I move my ass back into his cock, hoping he gets the hint. He does a bit when he moans out but does nothing else. I slowly turn in his arms, kissing his neck before trailing soft kisses down his chest, down his defined abs, my mouth watering to taste him. My tongue slowly comes out to lick my way down to his stomach, and then I rub my nose back and forth right where the tip of his cock is sitting. My tongue licks the pre-cum as I grab his girth in my hand, my fingers not able to close. He rolls to his back the minute I suck the tip into my mouth.
“Mmm,” he moans as I take more of him in my mouth. “Fuck, that’s good.” One of his hands goes into my hair while the other bends behind his neck, shoving his head up to watch me. I see him watching me take his cock into my mouth, and it’s even hotter than having sex with him. Seeing his jaw get tight, seeing his eyes fight to stay open and watching me instead of closing them so he can enjoy it is fucking everything.
“That’s it,” he praises when I take a bit more into my mouth. “You can take it deeper, can’t you?” he eggs me on. “So greedy for my cock.” I have to hold my knees together to alleviate the need to play with myself. Greedy to have his cock at the back of my throat, my hand works with my mouth, my mouth watering so much it’s pouring down his cock to my hand. “Work that mouth, Sweetheart.” He moves his hips up to thrust to the back of my throat. “That’s my girl, taking my cock like it’s the last thing she’ll ever eat.” He thrusts up to hit the back of my throat, making me gag but wanting to swallow it even more. “Open that throat, Sweetheart, and swallow my whole cock.” I move up, twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. “So good, I’m going to coat your mouth,” he grits out, “but I haven’t come in your pussy in a while.” I move my ass side to side. “Two choices, sit on my cock or on your hands and knees.” He thrusts up harder and I moan, trying to get as much of his cock into my mouth.
I let his cock go, moving up to straddle his hips. “I’m riding, Cowboy.” I reach behind me, grabbing his cock, sitting up, and then slowly sliding down on him.
His hands grip my hips as if he’s holding on for dear life. “How is it your pussy’s tighter today than yesterday?” I move my hips in a circle before moving up and then down.
“Because you haven’t fucked me hard enough,” I tease breathlessly, knowing that it’s going to push him even more to lose control.
His hands move to pinch my nipples. “Is that so, Sweetheart?” he says between clenched teeth.
“That is so,” I confirm. I pull off his dick and throw myself onto my stomach, his hand gripping my hips and lifting me to my knees.
“You asked for this,” he warns before he rams his cock into me, and I swear to God I see stars. “I’m going to destroy this pussy,” he growls. “You’ll be walking all day feeling me in you.” I can’t even say anything because I’m too busy holding on to the sheet. He lifts my hips a bit more so my knees are not even on the bed. He pulls out only to slam me back onto him again. “What do you think of that?”
I arch my back. “I say give it to me.” I try to look over my shoulder, but he rams back in, and I come like I’ve never come before in my life. It feels like it’s pouring out of me. “It’s—” I start to say, feeling my pussy contract over and over again.
“You soaked my cock,” he pants, “now time to soak your pussy.” He rams me onto his cock and groans out my name, “Zara.” He doesn’t move me off his cock, but tries to get his cock deeper and deeper into me. My face turns to the side to look behind me, seeing his head thrown back and his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows.
“Now that is what I’m talking about.” I try to get my own breathing under control. “Good morning, by the way.” He finally opens his eyes to look at me before raising a hand and waking my ass with it. “What was that for?”
“Made me come too fast.” He slaps me again, and I push back against his cock that is still in me.
“That’s not my fault.” I wiggle my hips side to side, wanting him to fuck me again. “You were fucking me.”
“Yeah, but your pussy is like fucking heaven. I forget my own name when I sink into you.” I laugh.
“Um, thanks, I guess,” I say as he pulls out of me and places my knees back on the bed, where I flip over to my back. I watch him get off the bed, his cock still half hard, and I wonder what I would have to do to get it hard again.
“My cock just left you, and you are already thinking of the next time.” He smirks.
“I am not.” I get up on my elbows. “But if I was, would that be a problem?” He comes back over and grabs my ankles, pulling me off the bed.
“Not if we shower and fuck at the same time.” He pulls me to him, gripping my ass in his hand.
Forty minutes later, I’m sitting at the table drinking my coffee when he comes downstairs wearing just his boxers and jeans, the top button open and the jeans hanging off his hips. “Whatcha doing, Sweetheart?” He kisses my head before walking to the kitchen and pouring himself his own cup of coffee.
“I’m making a list of Christmas gifts I have to buy.” I tap my pen on the paper in front of me.
“It’s in a couple of days,” he reminds me and I nod.
“I know, but I am now invited to your grandparents’ house.”
“So?” He pulls the chair out from beside me before sitting on it.
“I’m not going to Christmas empty-handed.” I gawk at him. “I’d rather not go. How many are on your list?”
He looks over and then smirks at me. “I don’t know. I didn’t make the list.”
I side-eye him. “Are we exchanging gifts?” I take a sip of the coffee to keep busy. Forget the fact I ordered him something four days ago because I thought about him. I was going to give it to him as a thank-you for helping me these past two weeks and for banging my brains out, but this could be a better excuse.
“We could,” he says. “I got you something, so we might as well exchange gifts.”
“You got me a present?” I ask, shocked, and he nods.
“I did,” he confirms as if it’s nothing. “I thought we could spend the day at my house since Colson is leaving with his mother.”
“Oh, really?” I try to hide my smile.
“Really. Why don’t you go and get dressed, and we can head into town and tackle some names off that list?”
“You are going to go shopping with me?”
“You going to blow me when we get back here while you sit on my face?” he asks me.
“I am, if you want.”
“Then I’ll take you shopping. How long will it take you to get ready?”
“Since you wet my hair in the shower”—I side-eye him—“maybe forty-five minutes. I can quickly dry it.” I push away from the table. “I’ll be back.”
“Sounds good. I’m going to call to check on Colson, then come back up and get dressed.” I kiss him quickly before rushing back upstairs to get ready.
We are walking out of the house an hour and a half later. It seems blow-drying your hair bent over is an invitation for him to slide his dick into you. I get into the truck, watching him walk around and get in, feeling a little bit of contentment and dread at the same time, but I decide to push it all away when he leans over and kisses my lips. “How is Colson?” I ask him when he buckles his seat belt.
“Back to normal.” He smiles. “He stayed home from school, just in case. I’m going to swing by and get him on my way home.”
“Oh, that’s good news,” I say, buckling myself. “It sucks to be sick on Christmas.”
He pulls into the parking lot near the stores, getting out and waiting for me at the back of the truck. “I need a coffee,” I tell him, looking at the coffee shop in front of me.
“That’s my grandmother’s shop,” he informs me, “and Sofia’s mom’s.” I stop in my tracks.
“Where all the good cookies are made?” I ask, my mouth watering as I think of all the treats Hazel brings when she visits.
“That would be the place.” He pulls the door open for me, and the aroma of baked cake hits my nose.
“I want one of everything,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“I thought that was you. What are you doing here?” I hear from beside me and look over to see Casey’s wife, Olivia, walking away from the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand. Going to Gabriel, she kisses his cheek before she turns and is surprised to see me. “And you.” She looks at me and then back at Gabriel. “So nice to see you out and about. I heard you were joining us for Christmas Eve.”
“Yes, I couldn’t say no once Charlotte called me and then my mother, father, brother, and then Sofia called to let me know I couldn’t say no.”
“Sounds just about right.” She laughs at my description. “What are your plans for the day?”
“I have to get some gifts for the family. I’m not showing up empty-handed, so you forget what you were going to say.”
“That’s fine. I guess I would probably do the same.” She smiles at me. “Anyway, I have to run. I have to go see a man about a horse.” She kisses my cheek and then Gabriel’s before she walks out of the store.
I watch her get into her SUV and pull out. “I didn’t know she worked with you guys at the farm.”
Gabriel laughs beside me. “She doesn’t.”
“But she’s going to meet a guy about a horse.” I point at the door she just went out of.
“Sweetheart, that’s a Southern saying”—he tries to contain his laughing—“it means she’s going to take care of some business, and it’s private, and also it’s none of our business.” My mouth literally hangs open while he steps up to the counter and orders me a coffee. “Add one of everything you have back there. If you can bag it up, I’ll pick it up later,” he tells the woman, who just nods at him and makes me a coffee.
“So she isn’t going to buy a horse?”
“No,” he confirms, handing the woman cash, “she is not. I don’t even know if she still rides her horse.”
“Wow,” I say. “I’m going to have to remember that one.”
“You do that, Sweetheart.” He hands me my coffee and puts his hand on my lower back to walk me out of the store. We hit up every store on the street, but I’m happy to report, by the end of the afternoon, I have checked every name off the list.
“I’ll come and get you tomorrow,” Gabriel states when he helps carry the bags into the house.
“Um, are you insane? We are not arriving together. I will meet you there.”
He rolls his eyes. “No one is going to notice.”
“Yeah, okay, you think that, you would be wrong,” I tell him when he takes me in his arms. “I’ll meet you there.”
“I won’t see you until then,” he complains, and I ignore the little bit of the dread I am feeling today, except it’s a bit bigger than it was this morning.
“You’ll survive,” I tell him softly before he bends and kisses my lips. “Go get your boy.”
I walk with him to the door as he walks to his truck, holding up my hand to wave goodbye to him, hoping I'll do it with my heart intact when I leave in less than a week.