Chapter 30
Zane
After zip-tying the three dirtbags on the ground and with my woman safely in my arms, the world was finally right, at least for the moment.
The past half hour had been the most harrowing of my life. Not knowing what had happened to Peyton, then finding her under attack by these brutes, had confirmed that she was more than just another girl. She was special—smart, beautiful, brave, and mine.
She’d conquered her fear to stop and confront the monster chasing her, and now I wouldn’t stop until he was put either in a cage or in the ground. Peyton deserved to live her life without fear.
A screech of tires sounded out front just before Lucas ran around the corner, followed closely by Duke.
They halted, and Lucas nodded. “It looks like you have things under control here.”
“Zane took care of this,” Yates explained. “I was late to the party after taking care of Jordy and Pete.”
Lucas waved toward the gate. “Let’s get everybody back to the house and plan from there.”
I surveyed the hole they’d blown in the wall between my unit and my neighbor’s. “My landlady is going to be pissed.” I had no idea how to explain this to Mrs. Polluck. For the tenth time at least, I glanced back at Peyton.
She was surrounded by Duke, Pete, Yates, and Jordy, which made her safe enough for the moment.
Lucas, who stood next to me, nodded at the gaping hole in the wall. “It’s a good thing she wasn’t home. Joe will organize the repair. Text Jordy her contact info, and we’ll get her set up in any hotel she wants while we clean this up.”
He made it sound like it was as simple as patching a flat tire.
“Roger that.”
After handing the first two would-be kidnappers over to the LAPD and not getting the intel out of them, we weren’t making the same mistake this time.
Constance and Winston had the three attackers already on the way to our guest accommodations.
Winston hadn’t been willing to let any of them dirty up his seats, so he had the rear seats folded down and the thugs laid on the floor. He would still need to get his car cleaned after hauling the messy trio.
Lucas turned to look me up and down. “You and Peyton might want to get cleaned up.”
He was right about that. We’d both spent time rolling in the dirt.
Peyton
Zane walked back to the house with me, but Lucas pulled him aside before we even opened the door.
When I went inside, the mess I found surprised me. Dust and bits of the wall that had been blown out coated all the surfaces. Just walking on the floor stirred up clouds. Venturing farther inside, the post-explosion damage wasn’t terrible, except for the gaping hole in the wall.
Duke escorted me toward the back as Lucas and Zane checked the wall damage and discussed things.
It made me feel alone and vulnerable to be without him, even though I was inside, surrounded by Yates, Jordy, Duke, and Pete.
I kept glancing toward my man, wanting him to finish with his boss and come back to me.
I wanted him to scoop me into his arms and keep me safe.
“Any residual effects?” Duke asked Pete and Jordy.
They both claimed to be fine.
I couldn’t tell if it was pure male bravado or the truth.
Eventually, Lucas let Zane leave, and he marched straight over to me.
I wrapped my arms around him. “Your poor house.”
He took my face in his hands. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But—”
He silenced me with a quick finger to my lips. “Things can be replaced. People can’t. So long as you’re okay, nothing else matters. Nothing. Do you understand me?”
I sniffled, then nodded. It was odd to realize that was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. “I was scared for you when that monster knocked you to the ground. Really scared.”
He smiled down at me. “I’m a SEAL. Don’t you remember the tattoo?”
“Uh-huh.” I recited from memory. “If knocked down, I will get back up, every time.”
The group had gone quiet watching our interaction, and it didn’t bother me one bit. I cared for Zane enough to yell it to the entire neighborhood. He hadn’t been hurt, and that was all that mattered to me.
Lucas arrived. “We’re obviously not staying here tonight. You two should clean up while I arrange a safehouse.”
Zane gave Lucas a thumbs-up.
I nodded vigorously. “I like that idea.” There was a ton of crap from that neighbor’s yard in my hair, on my clothes, in my clothes, just everywhere.
Yates pulled Lucas toward the back door. “Can I have a moment?”
Zane cocked his head toward the hallway to the bedrooms. “The hot water should be okay.”
“I hope so.” I followed him, a mixed-up bundle of jittery nerves from my near-death experience.
“Make it quick,” Lucas called across the room. “I want to get moving soon.”
“Copy that,” Zane replied.
It might not make sense, but watching his ass as he led the way made one thing crystal clear—the adrenaline made me determined to have my way. Zane had saved me again, I wasn’t wasting any more time denying my attraction to this man.
Watching Zane demolish these goons had been hot with a capital H, underlined and highlighted. I’d heard of hate sex and make-up sex. Was there a name for my desire for hot sex that came from surviving a dangerous situation?
He opened the door to his room. The closed door had kept the layer of dust and debris from contaminating the area.
I followed him in.
“You heard Lucas. He wants to get you to the safehouse as soon as possible.” Zane walked into the bathroom.
I followed.
“In the interest of time, maybe you should use the shower in the other bathroom.”
I pushed him as hard as I could. It only got him to shuffle slowly back against the counter. I kept my voice low. “Wrong order of things, sailor. In the interest of time…” I started on his belt buckle. “You should fuck me quick, then we shower.”
A wicked grin formed on his face. He pulled my shirt up and off. “What’s come over you?”
“Screw Lucas. I’ve been beaten up, chased, and almost kidnapped, which means almost killed.
Today could have been my last day on this earth.
Tomorrow is promised to no one, so I’m not wasting any more time waiting for what I want.
And I want you, Zane March.I’ve never done it on a bathroom counter.
” I got his belt undone and yanked down his zipper. “Are you complaining?”
“Not a bit.” He reached behind me and undid my bra. “The counter sounds perfect.”
My heart pounded as I pulled his boxer briefs down with his pants. The Whopper sprang free. There was no denying he wanted me the way I wanted him.
Since I’d surprised him, he was big and stiff, but wasn’t yet as hard as he had been last night. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. He kissed me like the world was ending—a kiss filled with need and desire.
When I pulled back and attacked his clothes again, we became as frantic as teenagers in our race to get naked. I hopped on one leg to get out of my pants and almost fell over.
Less than a minute later, our clothes were a dirty pile on the floor.
He pushed me back to arm’s length, his cock now pointing up at my boobs, and weeping at the tip. “Christ, Angel, you’re gorgeous.”
I reached down and grabbed his cock, loving the feel of velvety-soft skin over rock hardness. “Pro tip, you don’t need to butter me up to have your way with me.”
“It’s true.” He lifted me up, spun us, and planted my ass on the edge of the marble counter.
I spread my legs for him, but didn’t let go of his cock.
His fingers split the seam of my sex. “You’re soaking wet for me, baby.”
I stroked his length. “Oh, yeah. They don’t call me Panting Peyton for nothing.”
He laughed as he pumped two fingers into me. “Peyton isn’t even your name.” He thumbed my clit.
I moaned and sped up my hand job. “I need you.”
That was an understatement. With all that had happened, I’d been serious about not knowing how many days I had left. I cupped his balls with my free hand. Loving how his finger play revved my engine, I yanked hard on his cock.
He leaned over to suck my nipple and released it with a pop. “Right back at ya, Angel,” he gritted out. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you again.”
My core clenched with his words. I was wound so tight, just the thought of his mouth on me was almost too much to handle.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them with a smile.
That nearly undid me.
A single bang on the bedroom door was followed by, “I want to get her to the safehouse now.” Lucas’s loud voice came through the door.
Zane pulled away.
I instantly felt the loss of his touch and shook my head at him, mouthing no.
“Let’s get a move on,” Lucas yelled.
I reached out, pleading for him to stay. Dejected, I slid down off the counter when he walked back into the bedroom.
“Sorry, Lucas,” Zane explained. “She says she’s not going anywhere until she gets clean. I think that’s girl talk for give her an hour.”
I swallowed my giggle. That was my man.
“Okay,” Lucas gave in. “Hurry her as much as you can.”
“Copy that,” Zane replied. After a moment, he returned with a condom in his hand.
I scooted back up on the edge of the counter and held my hand out.
He handed it over and leaned forward to kiss me. “We’ll have to be quick.” He palmed my breast.
I leaned into his touch. Every part of me was super sensitive. Ripping open the packet, I took his cock in hand again. “I can be quick.” It was completely truthful. I was a giant puddle of need for this man.
He sucked in stuttering breaths as I rolled the latex down his length with multiple strokes of my fingers. Yes, he liked my hands on him.
When I finished, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself a few times before teasing me by rubbing his tip against my clit.
Shuddering at the sensation, I widened my legs for him and grabbed his biceps. Now that I had him here, I didn’t want to let go of him. My need was a roar of rushing blood in my head. “Please.” I didn’t have more coherent words.
“I’m right here, Angel. You want me to slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy?”
“Uh-huh.” I wriggled against his tip.
“Tell me.”
“I want your cock inside me.”
“Dirtier, Angel.”
“I want you to fuck me right here, right now, with that big, bad cock of yours.”
He pressed his tip against my entrance.
I closed my eyes and leaned back as he slowly entered me. “Faster,” I urged. I was wet as a river. “I’m not going to break.” My need for him was desperate, and I didn’t want to be treated like I was weak.
He took me at my word and pushed all the way in. “Fuck, Angel.”
I couldn’t contain my moans. Girls who said size didn’t matter hadn’t experienced a man with Zane’s girth. The stretch and sense of fullness when he pushed all the way in was something I’d never experienced before.
“So fucking good,” he grunted as he began sliding in and out.
The countertop was hard and cold beneath me. I grabbed his arms for leverage to move with him and amplify the pleasure of every thrust.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he pistoned his hips. “Such a tight pussy, so fucking perfect for me.” One hand was behind my ass, and the other cradled my breast and teased my nipple.
His dirty talk ramped up my desire. Would it do the same for him? I wrapped my heels behind him, pulling him, and tried it. “Fuck me harder, sailor. Harder.”
If the expression on his face was any measure, it worked. He powered into me, a bundle of tense muscles, sliding out and surging in more powerfully. His eyes focused on the bouncing of my boobs every time he thrust.
I angled my hips to grind my clit against him with each stroke. In no time, I was teetering on the edge of my climax, doing all I could to hold it off and make this last. I struggled to form the words. “Fuck me like you mean it, sailor.”
His hand left my breast and found my clit.
With his powerful thrusts and his thumb on my clit, I didn’t stand a chance. My orgasm crashed over me, ecstasy splitting me apart as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.
He held me through my contractions.
I was weak, but determined, and pushed at his shoulders. “Take me from behind.”
He backed out, confused.
I slid down, turned, and faced the counter, and locked my knees. I put my hands on the edge and leaned against it. “Now let’s see how much you can get my boobs to swing.”
In the mirror, he got a view of my dangling boobs, and I saw the grin I wanted. He entered me again and soon had my boobs ricocheting all over. His moans and grunts increased rapidly, and the cords in his neck stood out in the mirror as he got close.
When I reached back between my legs and cupped his balls, he thrust into me two more times, then held deep with a long, guttural moan. “Holy fuck, Angel.”
I felt the pulses as he emptied inside me. Holy fuck was right. This experience had been something else.
After showering, we dressed in clean clothes, and I even applied lipstick and mascara. We emerged from the bedroom to a few sly grins and a scowl from Zane’s boss.
Lucas made a deliberate show of checking his watch, but I didn’t care.