Chapter 26
Zane
In the dim light, Peyton’s boobs bounced seductively as she sat up in my bed. I’d happily plead guilty to having focused on them. On the tits or ass question, I wasn’t shy about falling firmly in the tits camp.
She extended her hand, palm up, and offered a wide smile.
Moving to kneel in front of her, I handed over the condom.
She urged it down over my tip, then alternated hands, rolling it agonizingly slowly down my rock-hard length.
I did my best not to moan, as I was glad as hell that she wanted to take on the task. “Shit, that feels good. You’re hired.” I doubted I’d ever been harder in my life.
She merely smiled and slowed down. “Am I doing it right?” Her slow and light technique nearly made me blow before we’d even begun. She was that good.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about having your hands on me.”
Lying down on the bed, I pulled her over to straddle me.
She notched my tip at her entrance, taking a deep breath. “Man, you’re big. I don’t know…”
“Take it slow.” A second later, I watched the head of my cock disappear inside her and couldn’t control my moan.
The feel of her wet warmth spreading for me was nirvana.
I wanted so much to grasp her hips and guide her down, but resisted.
I’d been the one to insist she take this slow. This needed to be at her pace.
She settled down on my length, taking all of me. Instead of gritting her teeth, she smiled and threw her head back as she started to ride. Watching her find her rhythm with her eyes closed and her mouth open was like watching an angel—my little goddess.
She felt so warm, tight, and oh so wet for me.
Watching her boobs bounce as she moved became my own erotic show.
I took one, stroking and caressing. Cupping that breast and then the other, I felt her nipples pebble and harden as I thumbed them.
This woman was so responsive. How was it possible that none of her previous boyfriends had brought her to climax? Idiots, fools, all of them.
She leaned forward. “I love how you feel inside me.”
“Not as much as I love having your sweet pussy take me.”
Leaning farther forward, she offered me a nipple.
I licked it then took it in my mouth, releasing it with a pop.
Her fingernails scraped down my chest. “My God, you feel sooo good.”
Tracing my fingers down her sides, up between her boobs and back again in two big circles coaxed little moans out of her as she rode me harder.
“You have such soft skin.”
She raked her nails over me again. “I love how hard your muscles are.”
Avoiding direct contact with her breasts was hard, but I needed the mental game to keep from blowing my load instantly. I damn well needed to last until she came on my cock.
She arched her back and picked up the pace, throwing her hair over her shoulder and bouncing harder on me.
With all the moans coming from this room now, it was good that Constance had turned up the volume outside.
When Peyton started grinding against me on the downstroke, I could tell she was getting close. But I worried I might not last—that’s how fantastic she felt.
She ground down hard again, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gasped. Wedging my thumb between us, I found her swollen clit. Two more strokes and several circles of her clit, and she exploded.
“Holy fuck, oh my God, Zane,” she screamed. Unintelligible moans followed as her inner muscles rippled around me.
Finally, grasping her hips, I plowed up as deeply as I could and lost control. Like a guitar string that had been wound too tight, the tension in my legs and lower spine snapped, and I spurted rhythmically into her as her contractions continued to milk me. Yes, this was nirvana.
Breathing heavily, she collapsed forward against me.
I stroked her back in silence as she came down from her high.
Eventually, she lifted up enough to look me in the eye. “Was it good for you?” she asked meekly. Somebody had really done a number on my angel.
Holding her face in my hands, I gave her the truth. “Incredible is the word that comes to mind.”
“Really?”
I brought her lips to mine for a brief kiss. “Remember, I promised honesty. Don’t ever doubt yourself again.”
She didn’t agree or disagree before she rolled off and snuggled against my side. It would take some time to repair her self-confidence.
She tapped a finger on my sternum. “I’m so glad I met you, Zane Ruppert March.”
“Careful there, Angel. Only two things will get you kicked out of my bed, eating crackers in here and mentioning my middle name again.
She laughed as I got up to deal with the condom. “Anything you say, Ruppie.”
Damn my mother.
Peyton
I awoke groggily with something warm and wet under my cheek. I lifted my head to find I’d fallen asleep on Zane’s shoulder—and I’d drooled on him.
“Time to start the day, Angel.”
“What time is it?”
He shrugged. “No clue.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Of course not.”
“How long did I—”
He tapped the tip of my nose. “With you in my arms, time isn’t relevant.”
How did this man come up with the most endearing lines? Remembering last night, this morning, whatever, I slid a hand down to explore.
He sucked in a breath when my fingers circled him. “We don’t have time. We really do have to get up.”
Curling my fingers tighter around his erection, it was clear I hadn’t imagined it. He was big with a capital B. How many times would it take to get accustomed to his girth? The question heated my cheeks.
He pushed me up and away. “Get up, woman. We’re burning daylight.”
“Ruppie, it’s time to get up.” The voice that came through the door was Karla’s. Then the TV went silent.
I froze. Clothes? When I snuck in here last night, I hadn’t brought clothes for today with me.
By the time I’d cleaned my face and pulled back on the T-shirt from last night, Zane was dressed in cargo pants and a T-shirt that lovingly hugged his muscular chest and shoulders.
“You have to get your mother into the kitchen so I can get some clothes from my room.”
“Why?”
“I can’t have her see me sneaking out of your room.”
He chuckled and grasped my shoulders. “We’re not teenagers.” He pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head. “You’re so fucking adorable.” He laughed again, rocking us back and forth. His hand stroked my back.
“But your mother,” I said into his chest.
He hugged me tighter and then released me. “I’m not hiding you from anybody. I’m proud to have you as my woman.”
His woman. Zane’s words hit me in the gut. First, time didn’t matter when I was with him, and now this?
The big SEAL could have his pick of women. I’d pushed him away numerous times, I’d lied about who I was, and yet he still wanted me.
“Peyton, I put some fresh clothes outside the door for you.” Karla was back, and so was my dread. She knew I was in here.
“Problem solved,” Zane said with a smirk.
“This isn’t funny.”
“Sure it is.” He opened the door, picked up the clothes, and handed them to me before leaving. “Don’t be long, Angel.”
Zane
“About time,” Constance complained as I rounded the corner to the living room. “I’ve seen all these episodes.”
That was milder ribbing than one of the guys would have given me.
“Thanks,” I acknowledged with a nod toward the television.
She had one of the Stargate series playing on the TV. The sound was muted.
“I made you some tea with honey.” Mom’s voice came from the kitchen.
“No thanks. I’m more of a coffee man,” Winston told her.
He had no idea who he was dealing with.
I moved to the kitchen with Constance right behind me. Surprisingly, Terry, Duke, and Serena were also here.
“Coffee’s fine,” Mom agreed. “But you need the catechins in tea as well. And finish your orange juice. A growing boy like you should get plenty of vitamin C. Connie drank hers.”
Winston grimaced, but he humored Mom and lifted the juice glass to his lips. It had probably been well over a decade since anyone referred to Winston as a growing boy.
Each of our team members had given in to Mom’s demands and held a glass of orange juice, some more full than others.
Mom looked around the group. “Now then. What brings all of you secret-agent types to Ruppie’s house?” She knew perfectly well we weren’t secret agents.
I cringed at Mom’s use of her nickname for me. “Yeah, why the hell are all of you here?”
“I brought the bear claws,” Serena blurted.
“Ruppie?” Terry choked on his laughter.
Fuck. There was no containing the secret now.
“Ruppert is my middle name,” I admitted. Pointing a finger around the room, I laid out the rule. “If any of you repeats that, you’re dead.”
“It’s a family name,” Mom explained.
“Enough,” I barked.
Mom was as uncontained as always. “It was his great-grandpappy’s name.”
“Mom,” I warned sternly.
Winston and Duke both raised a brow. They were going to grill me about this later.
“Why the meeting?” I asked to get us back on track.
“Lucas called it,” Terry answered as Peyton joined us. “Jordy has some data to share, and Lucas mentioned an announcement.”
Mom pointed a finger around the group. “Drink up. Even secret agents need their vitamin C.”
Miraculously, the entire group did.
“Who wants pancakes?” she asked. “Not gluten-free this time. They’re still healthier than bear claws.”
Multiple hands went up.
“I liked the last ones,” Duke grumbled.
“Zane’s girl had a reaction, so I’m changing it up.”
Duke shrugged. “Sure.”
Next to me, Serena, raised her hand as well.
Peyton made her way around the group to be by my side.
Serena inched close. “I see you didn’t get a full night’s sleep,” she whispered.
Peyton looked straight ahead and didn’t answer.
“Good for you,” Serena added.
As Mom worked the stove, the group shot around questions, trying to guess Lucas’s announcement. I didn’t have a big enough table for everyone, so people took turns sitting down to eat as the pancakes arrived.
Terry made the mistake of trying to eat standing up and got a full broadside from Mom. “Young man, where are your manners? In this house, we sit down to eat.”