Chapter 19
Nineteen
Louise
“It was so nice to meet you, Joel,” I murmur, smiling up at the younger of the two brothers.
I’m laying it on thick, intentionally flirting with him while Zach glares daggers at his younger brother.
“It was nice to meet you as well,” he says, grinning, too. “Maybe I’ll see you around again sometime? Maybe take you for a ride on the bike before I put it away for the season.”
“That sounds fun.” It’s not an affirmative or a denial, just enough to drive Zach a little bit closer to that edge of crazy as he stands next to us, arms crossed over his chest like a dad trying to shoo the boyfriend he doesn’t like off his front porch after curfew.
“I’ll see you around then, Lou. Thanks for breakfast. Zach, catch up with you later,” Joel says as he heads down the pathway to where a sleek black motorcycle is waiting.
We watch as he climbs on, starting it, before pulling a helmet on.
The low thrum of the engine sends butterflies through me, matching the thrum of anticipation of what is coming next.
“Thanks for letting me make everyone breakfast. That was fun,” I murmur, glancing up at Zach. He’s still glowering as his brother disappears down the road, the rumble of the engine fading. “I should probably get home.”
He doesn’t say anything as I step off the patio, and I wave cheekily as I walk away, a little more sway in my hips than normal.
I make it to my front door and open it before thundering footsteps alert me to his approach behind me. I turn at the door, holding it open as he reaches me.
“What the hell was that?”
The words are snarled through tightly clenched teeth, his head dipping low toward mine.
“What was what?” I ask innocently, retreating a step out of instinct. The anger emanating off of him is palpable.
“What the hell was that with Joel?” he snaps again, following me inside my apartment. He pushes the door closed with a definitive slam, and then he’s backing me up against the wall. Raising both hands, he braces them, palms flat, against the wall on either side of my head.
“Joel?” I parrot, drawing my brows together, feigning confusion. The back of my head thumps into the wall as I tip my head up to look up into his face, the brim of the hat forcing me to tip it up further to see past it.
“Yeah, Joel. My brother. The one you were just flirting with?” he hisses out through clenched teeth, and I can’t help the pull of my lips upward.
Bingo.
“Okay, and? What’s wrong with that? You said nothing can happen between us, right?” I ask, keeping my tone as level as possible, fighting the pounding of my heart in my chest. “He’s single, isn’t he? I’m single, and I really like those slutty little glasses—”
One of Zach’s hands leaves the wall and grips the brim of my hat, yanking it off my head and tossing it to the floor, and then encircles the front of my throat, making me gasp.
His palm is warm against my neck, fingers biting just the slightest. He shoves my head up again so that I’m forced to meet his furious blue gaze.
He’s glorious.
“What’s wrong with that, Princess, is that less than six hours ago my cock was nine inches deep in this pretty throat.”
Grinning, I whisper past the tightness of his grip on my throat and breathe, “Nine is being a little generous, don’t you think—”
“Louise, I will reacquaint you with every fucking inch if this smart mouth keeps talking,” he whispers gruffly, leaning close so that his lips feather across my cheek.
It makes me weak. God, I am loving this side of Zach. Jealous. Unhinged. Finally giving in to whatever this magnetism is between us. His fingers tighten, just a tiny bit, and I can’t help the sigh that leaves me.
His mustache tickles the corner of my mouth as he whispers, “And then I’ll turn you over my goddamn knee and turn this ass red for being a brat. Try me.”
“What’s the matter, big guy?” I taunt on a whisper, dragging my own lips closer to his. His grip tightens around my neck, holding me still. Keeping my mouth from touching his. “Did it make you jealous?”
“Fuck yes,” he admits on a low growl, his lips moving against my cheek. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to make me crazy. Is this what you wanted to happen?”
Roughly, he shoves one of his knees between my thighs as he shifts closer, pinning me to the wall with every inch of his body. Holy shit. The upper part of his hard thigh rubs against the apex of mine and I moan, grinding against it wantonly, shamelessly. I nod. “Zach.”
I can feel the way his mouth splits in a grin against my cheek. “That’s what I thought. Should I remind you which brother you prefer?”
I nod frantically, moving my head as much as his grip will allow. I try to turn my head toward his again, but his grip is too strong. The whine that leaves me is pathetic, but I don’t care. I just want his mouth on mine. I’m desperate to finally taste him. “Please, Zach. Kiss me.”
“I don’t ever want to hear you talk about my brother or his glasses again, do you understand?” he asks, his breath warm against my lips. The bastard is teasing me!
Well. I mean I guess I deserve that.
I can’t help the grin that tugs at my mouth. I grind against the thigh still pushed up between my legs in response. The friction is incredible. I moan again.
His fingers tighten around my throat, his thumb and fingers depressing on either side, and he growls. I gasp sharply, our gazes locked. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Louise. When I ask a question, you will answer it quickly.”
“Yes,” I breathe, as much as I can around the restriction of his hand. It’s just enough to restrict my airflow but not close it altogether. Fuck it’s hot. “Yes, I understand. I won’t talk about your sexy single brother or his slutty glasses—”
“Are you trying to earn a punishment, Louise?” he rasps brokenly, his breath puffing against my lips on a chuckle. Dragging his mouth over mine, it’s just enough to tease, but not enough to taste.
I whine again, straining to catch his lips with mine, but he angles away once more. I mewl in frustration, but he doesn’t relent. He just waits.
Staring into those hypnotizing blue eyes of his, I admit on a whisper, “Yes.”
“You want me to spank this big round ass, Lou?” he asks, gripping one of my ass cheeks in his other palm, squeezing roughly. He grinds his erection into my belly, and I groan and nod frantically. Fuck yes. “Do you think you need to be taught a lesson, baby?”
“Yes,” I beg, nodding again. “Please, Zach, just kiss me—”
Angling his mouth over mine, he seals my lips with his.
Finally.
A guttural groan rumbles out of his chest and into mine where he’s pressed flush against me now. Tongues tangling, breaths mingling, he kisses me like a man starved, and honestly, same.
The fingers beneath my jaw push up lightly, tilting my face up and back as he fuses our mouths together more firmly. Goddamn the man knows how to kiss.
I give in to temptation and lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, raising onto my tiptoes to kiss him more thoroughly, all the while riding his thigh that’s still pressed between mine.
I groan when he grinds his hips against mine and I can feel just how hard he is against me.
Our lips meld, tongues battling, our moans mingling together.
The hand on my ass squeezes, then smooths, palming the round fullness as he presses me closer against him.
The fingers around my throat loosen, sliding around until he’s clutching the back of my head in his palm, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my neck.
“Louise,” he groans against my mouth, lips sipping mine before settling back in for another soul stealing kiss. I’m so wet I’m aching, and my panties are soaked. The friction of his leg against my clit isn’t quite enough; I need more. I need him. Need him inside me. “Fuck.”
I nod against his mouth. “Yes, please.”
He chuckles, his breath puffing out against my face, and he presses his forehead to mine, rolling it there. “You have no idea how badly I want that, Louise.”
I whine in protest, sensing a rejection coming. “But—”
“I’m not saying no,” he whispers, dragging his mouth over mine to shush me. He kisses me quickly, roughly, and I all but melt against him. “I’m done saying no to you. But I’m on borrowed time right now as it is.”
Oh. Right.
The girls.
Tightening my arms around his neck, I sink into another kiss, pressing my entire body against his.
Just one more. His kisses are like a drug; one I’m rapidly becoming addicted to.
I know I should stop this. Not only because of Zach’s situation, but because I’m painfully self-aware and know if I keep this up…
I’m going to catch feelings for this man.
Then he’ll leave. Like they all do.
Oh, but god, does it feel good.
And I know that I’m powerless to stop this train from steamrolling down this track, regardless of the destination. Knowing full well that when he does disappear, it will devastate me.
“The girls are going to my mom’s next weekend for a sleepover,” he whispers roughly, dragging his mouth from mine, his words ragged against my lips. “Come over.”
“Okay,” I whisper back, nodding. Of course, I say yes. Excitement courses through me. I don’t have it in me to say no to Zach.
“I need you to understand what you’ve done. What you have coming for you,” he warns, gripping my hair in his fist and angling my face up so that we’re staring at each other again. I’m a panting, horny mess. I want this man so damn badly. “Tell me you understand, Louise.”
“I understand,” I breathe.
“Good girl,” he rasps in return, his eyes traveling all over my face before coming back to my own. “I can’t wait to see how well you take it.”
“Holy shit.” The words are barely audible. I’m aching and shameless as I grind myself on his thigh again. God it feels so good.
“You needy little thing,” he groans, spanning his fingers across the underside of my jaw, squeezing a little tighter.
“I haven’t gotten to…take care of myself since last night,” I whine, shifting against him.
“Goddammit,” he rasps, dropping his forehead to mine and rolling it there. “Are you going to make yourself cum when I leave?”
I nod frantically, still grinding against his thigh. Oh god. “Zach. I might right now…”
“Fuckkk.” His mouth drops to mine and he kisses me ravenously.
“Are you gonna cum riding my thigh, Princess?” I nod again, my fingers gripping the back of his shirt.
I’m so close. His lips leave mine, trailing over my cheekbone as he whispers, “Do it, baby. Cum all over me. Give me something to think about. Just know that I’m going to spank you later for not letting me experience your first orgasm on my cock. ”
The back of my head thumps into the wall behind me as I begin to shake, on the brink of orgasm, his threat stealing my breath and sending stars dancing behind my tightly closed eyelids. I don’t even care. “Zach, oh god, I’m…”
“There it is,” he groans, palming my ass hard in his other hand and pulling me against him. “Give it to me, Louise.”
“Oh fuckkk, Zach,” I whine, coming so hard my legs give out and he’s the only thing keeping me upright against the wall. Zach’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me as I come down from that high. “Ohmygod.”
My entire body sags against his, all the strength leaving me and I can’t stop the breathy laugh that escapes.
His palm finally leaves my throat, trailing up and over my cheek, and smoothing my hair away from my face as he kisses me again.
This kiss is slow and languid and unhurried, like he’s savoring it just as much as I am.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
Zach steps away from me and I lean heavily against the wall at my back. Heart hammering in my chest, still panting heavily, I gaze up at him. God he’s so handsome.
Pushing away from the wall, I steady myself on shaking legs and head back toward the door, but I’m brought up short when he stops me, palming my ass through my leggings again from behind me.
And then that same palm cracks down on my ass cheek sharply and I gasp, whipping my head around toward him. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he stares down at my backside, his fingers smoothing over the spot.
It stings, but doesn’t hurt, and the heat of it sends little shockwaves deep inside. I liked that, probably too much.
I knew I would.
And based on the grin that’s tugging at his mouth, he did, too.
He leans down and presses his mouth to the corner of mine and breathes low, “The next time you come for me better be while my cock is buried in that pussy, Princess.”
And then he kisses me, a quick, rough kiss that leaves my knees weak, before he lets himself out the front door.