Chapter 32 – Victoria
thirty-two
Victoria
I step out of the shower, leaving him in there, sitting down on the bench, catching his breath. “If I thought sex with you before was amazing,” I toss over my shoulder, “now that we’ve ditched condoms, it feels like a whole different experience.”
“Yeah.” He grips his cock that was just in my mouth in his hand. “I was just thinking that.” I wrap my hair in a towel before heading to his walk-in closet and grabbing a T-shirt. “I’m going to go and get something to eat.”
I walk up the steps to the kitchen, going straight to the fridge and pulling it open. I grab two of the prepared meals, putting them in the oven and starting it.
I feel him before I see him, his face in my neck, his hands gripping my tits, rolling my nipples. “Zane,” I say his name as my ass pushes back into his cock.
“I need food,” I tell him, but I’m frantic for him, “you need food.”
“But I haven’t tasted your pussy yet today.” His hand lifts the shirt in his hand then two fingers run through my slit and inside me. “You’ve had my cock down your throat twice,” he mumbles, “and I haven’t even had a taste of you.”
“That’s because while I was riding your cock in the shower you told me you wanted me to swallow your cum,” I remind him. “And since I’m the best girlfriend ever”—my eyes close as my legs open a bit—“I had no choice but to get on my knees and take care of my man.”
“Now it’s time for me to take care of you.
” He slips his fingers out of me, grabs me by my waist, and puts me down on the counter.
“Lift your shirt so I can play with your tits while I eat your pussy.” His tongue slides into my mouth as he becomes impatient and lifts the shirt himself.
Both hands go to my nipples and roll them at the same time followed by a pinch before he bends his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Put your feet on the counter, baby, and open that pussy for me,” he instructs, pulling the T-shirt over my head, then stepping back to look at me.
“Look at you,” he mumbles as he reaches up and rolls my nipples.
“Nipples tight.” He pinches them and I moan.
“Then this perfect pink pussy.” He uses one hand to rub the front of my pussy.
“My perfect pussy,” he mumbles as I watch him slide a finger in me.
“Isn’t it perfect?” I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and he slides another finger in me.
“Tell me this is mine.” He bends to suck my clit into his mouth.
“To play with”—he bites down now—“to eat.” He curls his fingers against my G-spot. “To fuck.”
“Only yours,” I pant out.
“Only mine”—he pulls his fingers out—“from now on.” His tongue slides into my pussy with his fingers.
“You want to play with this pussy—” His fingers move faster; one hand comes up to play with my nipple.
“You’re going to have to ask me.” I moan again and he stops what he’s doing when I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes and watch me,” he directs, his voice tight, as my eyes drop to look between my legs.
“If you need to come and I’m not here”—he moves his fingers in me—“you call me, and I’ll make you come with my words. ”
“What if I can’t—” I can’t even talk, my breath comes in pants.
“Then you wait until I can talk and then you make yourself come.” His fingers move faster.
“Tell me you understand me,” he says, licking my clit with the tip of his tongue and then burying his face in my pussy.
The way his beard feels against my inner thighs makes my hips move up.
“Is my pussy needy?” He sucks my lips into his mouth. “She needs to come.”
“Yes,” I pant, “please.” I reach between my legs to grip his wrist. “I’m right there.”
“I know, baby. I know this pussy better than you.” I hold onto his hand and he ruthlessly finger fucks me on his counter, and I scream out my orgasm.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises as his fingers come out of my pussy and he rubs my clit side to side before slipping them back in.
“Ride it out.” I don’t even know how long it lasts but when I’m done, I lie back on the island, and he laughs.
His thumb rubs my clit, and I slap it away.
“Sensitive?” he asks me and I nod my head. “I think the food is ready.”
I sit up. “You plate it,” I tell him. “I’m going to go and get cleaned up and we should talk about things.”
He takes me off the counter and places me on my feet as I pull his shirt over my head. I’m about to walk away from him when he grabs my hand and pulls me back. “Give me a kiss when you leave the room.”
“Someone is very needy in this relationship, and it’s not me,” I tease, making him laugh as I get on my tippy-toes, kissing under his chin.
I run out of the room on my tippy-toes, going back downstairs to the bedroom, where I snatch up my panties and put them on.
I clean up, walking back upstairs and seeing the plates on the table.
“I put on panties,” I inform him, sitting down in the chair in front of him, “as a barrier.”
He barks out with laughter. “Victoria, if I want in your pussy, I’ll get in your pussy.”
I roll my eyes. “We need to discuss that.”
“You said it’s mine,” he reminds me, cutting a piece of chicken and popping it into his mouth, smiling at me and winking.
“I don’t think what we say during sex is allowed to be used against us.”
“Well, we differ then. I told you, you agreed.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Not my fault.”
“So are we really doing this?” I ask him and I don’t know why, but I hold my breath.
“You are going to have to be a bit more clear with that question.” He laughs. “Are we really doing sex every night I’m home? Yes.” He nods. “Are we going to get a little ass play into that?” He winks at me. “Also yes.”
“I meant me and you and dating. Going public and no longer keeping this a secret.” I shake my head. “Stop thinking about me and my ass.”
“Never.” He reaches under the table to rub my leg. “But as for that question, we are really fucking doing this.”
“So do we soft launch this?” I ask him and his eyebrows pinch together.
“Victoria,” he says my name, “I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about.”
“It’s because you’re old.” I pat his hand on top of the table. “It’s okay, I’ll explain it to you.”
“A soft launch is me posting a picture of you and me holding hands on my social media,” I explain to him, “or it could be my legs over yours with your hand on my legs.”
“Why are we even posting this on social media?” he asks, and I gasp, putting my hand on my chest.
“Are we not going to be social media boyfriend and girlfriend?” He laughs at me.
“How about you come to the game on Saturday night, and then we go out with the team and then leave together?”
“That isn’t a soft launch,” I tell him, grabbing a piece of asparagus. “That’s a hard fucking launch.”
“So we hard launch it.” He shrugs his shoulder.
“My brother,” I mumble.
“I’ll handle your brother,” he assures me, and I look up from my plate.
“Excuse me?” I ask him and he looks up at me.
“I said, I’ll handle him.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask him.
“After we eat, we’re going to go and get dressed, and we’ll go and see your brother.” I stare at him in shock. “We’re going to do this once and for all. Lay our cards on the table.”
“Rip it off like a Band-Aid,” I tell him and he smirks.
“Sure,” he says, finishing what he’s eating. We get up and I put back on the clothes I was wearing when I got here, and he puts on a pair of joggers as we head to Jaxon’s house.
We get out of the car and my nerves start to fly through me. “Maybe we don’t do this?” I put my hand on his stomach, and he bends to kiss me.
“It’ll be fine,” he reassures me as he reaches out and rings the bell.
“I don’t ring. I usually just walk in,” I mumble.
“With me you ring, without me you do what you want.”
“Wow, there are rules for everything with you,” I grumble as the door opens and Jaxon stands there looking at us.
“What are you two doing here?” His eyes go from me to Zane’s and then back to mine.
“We came to talk.” I walk in and look over my shoulder. “You come in with me.”
He follows me in as I follow Jaxon to the living room, where Ariella is sitting with Jagger reading a book. “You came back,” she says and then looks over my shoulder at Zane and her eyes widen as she gets up.
“Zane and I—” I start to say.
“There is no Zane and you.” Jaxon’s voice gets tight.
I ignore him and what he just said, slipping my hand in Zane’s. “We’re dating.”
“Oh my,” Ariella mumbles.
“Interesting,” Jaxon says. “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”
“Did you tell Mom and Dad when you knocked up Ariella?” I glare at him.
“Oh,” Ariella notes, “that’s a good one.”
“Ari,” Jaxon grits her name with his teeth clenched.
“What? It was a good comeback.” She throws up her hands. “If you say something I like, I’ll say, ‘Ohh good one, Jaxon.’” She smiles at him. “I’m Switzerland.”
“You aren’t Switzerland,” Jaxon points at her, “you’re on my side.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” she mumbles, “especially for this.” She points to him and then to Zane and me.
“Listen.” I hold up my hand to stop them from getting into a fight because of me. “We are together and we are going to figure shit out,” I explain. “I’m going to tell Mom and Dad. I just want to figure things out before I do.”
“What if I forbid it?” Jaxon puts his hands on his hips.
“Forbid it?” I repeat the words.
“Forbid it?” Ariella repeats the words. “Jaxon Stevenson.”
“Forbid it or not,” Zane speaks up, “it’s happening. I love her.” He drapes his arm around my shoulders. “She loves me.” I smile up at him. “There is a lot of shit that will probably come our way.”
“And we’ll deal with it.” I wrap my arm around his waist. “I mean, we’ll figure it out.”
“Is this a soft launch?” he asks me, and I snort.
“This is a hard launch since you just told everyone in this room you love me.” He leans down to kiss me.
“What about the press?” Jaxon asks, his arms folded over his chest.
“We’ll fucking play it by ear, I guess,” Zane replies. “You play hockey and have a wife and kid.” He points to Ariella and Jagger. “It’s not their fault you suck on the ice.”
Ariella laughs at that. “This is true.” She nods. “It’s not my fault you suck on the ice. That would be your own damn fault.”
“Ari,” he hisses her name, and she walks over to him.
“Jaxon,” she says his name and his face goes soft, “your sister is with a guy who respects her and loves her.” She puts her hand on his chest. “It could be so much worse.”
“Yeah,” Jaxon mumbles, “how?”
“She could have had a one-night stand with him and then showed up at his house to tell him she was pregnant, six weeks later, and was chased out by his girlfriend.” I roll my lips and Zane laughs for a split second but then coughs.
“I mean, technically, we had a one-night stand,” I mumble, “but we didn’t know each other.” Zane squeezes my hip to tell me to shut up.
“She was my ex-girlfriend,” Jaxon deflects then looks at Zane. “If you hurt her—”
“She’s literally left me fifteen times.” Zane’s voice goes up. “If anyone hurts anyone—”
“I didn’t leave him fifteen times.” I roll my eyes when Jaxon turns his glare to me. “It was once.” I hold up a finger. “Maybe twice.” I look at Zane, who is side-eyeing me. “What difference does it make? I’m here now.”
“Yeah,” Zane confirms, “you are here now, and you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Well, now that we have that settled,” Ariella says, “would you like to stay for dinner?”
I look up at Zane. “Whatever you want to do,” he says softly.
“Fine, we’ll stay for dinner, but you better watch yourself”—I point to Jaxon—“and be on your best behavior.”
“Me?” He points to himself. “I’m not the one who was sneaking around behind my family’s back.”
“Yes, you were,” Ariella counters. “We snuck around everyone’s back.”
“Ari,” he huffs out, “for once, can you just let me—”
“Okay,” She taps his chest. “Do your thing, big man.”
“We’re leaving,” I groan, fake vomiting. “I’m not sitting at the table after you called him big man.” Zane just laughs.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” Ariella retorts, “Mr. Magician.”
“Okay, well, this family get-together is great,” Zane interrupts.
“Rain check.” Everyone nods and we walk out of the house.
“See? Told you I’d handle it,” he gloats, getting into the SUV and I can’t help but laugh.
“Now, let’s go get some clothes for you and get back to my house.
There are a couple more places I need to mark. ”