Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Zac
Shifting my hips forward I watch as her lips part. Presley’s back arches, and she pushes her tits up, giving me the perfect opportunity to add a little extra and throw her over the edge.
Sucking a nipple into my mouth I shift again and a moan falls from her lips.
I can feel her building, she is so fucking close, the way her pussy is gripping my cock is making it hard to hold back myself. This is becoming my new favorite way to start my day. Rolling over, finding her body pressed to mine, wearing one of my shirts, it’s perfect.
For two days I’ve been working on convincing her that the two of them belong right here with me. I refuse to give that idea up.
“Zac,” Presley whispers my name, her fingers combing through my hair and she holds me in place. “Yes.”
“You like that, baby?” I swivel my hips pushing inside of her deeper.
“Yes,” she whispers again. “Just like that.”
So I give my girl what she wants, allowing her to build and build.
“So close,” she tells me like I don’t already feel the death grip her body has on my cock. Pumping my hips, fucking her slowly, she ignites and I follow, both of us losing ourselves as I do my best not to scream out her name.
I spent years listening to the assholes at the shop fuck around with woman after woman, and then when they met their ladies, it all slowly changed. The conversations about sex slowly changed. It was no longer nailing some nameless girl, it was more about the closeness and the connection they felt.
I would roll my eyes, laugh, and call them pussies. One by one I watched my brothers fall. One by one they each fell head over ass, stumbling around doing everything they could to make their woman happy.
Now I got it.
Now I understood, more so than ever.
Presley’s happiness meant more to me than anything. It was different, everything had changed. The connection, that pull, I got it now.
* * *
I sit in my truck, a clear view of the front of the cafe in my sight. I’ve been sitting here all night, watching through the front windows like some kind of creeper. She knew I was here, and though she tried to argue with me, in the end I won.
It wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I don’t trust Grant.
Tonight is Grayson’s night with Papa Craig. That man amazes me. He treats me, Jace, and Oliver like his sons. He didn’t just gain Daxton when he and Bree got married, he took us all on. Luna and Presley too, Aurora has always been his daughter. But he treats each one of us like we are his kids and that meant the little ones, they are all his grand-babies.
It’s been a week since Grant’s visit to Presley’s place. She’s agreed to cut back on her hours, working twenty-five to thirty hours a week. I’m working on less, but I know it will take time. I’m a determined man though. She’d finally accepted my offer to help where I can. With her and Grayson safe at my place every night I feel better. She still has her apartment, but that too is something I am working on.
Between me and the guys, we’ve ensured that she is never walking out of the cafe alone. If I can’t be here, one of them are. One night I even had Jake, a friend of Oliver’s who also happens to be a cop, outside waiting for her. He escorted her back to my place, or at least that was the plan. She showed up at the shop, pissed, barging in on my appointment. Thankfully it was only Howey, who has been married for twenty years. He laughed, and then Presley scolded him, walking out leaving us both stunned. It was then she allowed Jake to follow her back to my place and ensure she was safely inside with the door locked.
When I got home a couple hours later she was waiting. I was lectured on how she was not a child, she yelled, I laughed, and the night ended with a round of really hot sex on the living room floor.
We now have an understanding. She hates it, but again I am a determined man.
The fact that Grant has gone radio silent, I can feel the boulder running downhill, rushing us. I know he’s not going to walk away that easy. He isn’t the type to brush himself off and not look back. He’s not happy unless he’s the one that comes out on top, destroying those in his path.
In screwing with them he may as well be fucking with me, because they are my family. And you don’t fuck with my family.
I’d been here for a couple hours, watching and waiting. Last night Oliver said when he was here, there was a guy walking real slow up and down the sidewalk across the road. He assumed it was a homeless guy, but it didn’t sit well with me.
Scanning over the parking lot again and again, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A man, leaning against the corner of a building across the street, his arms crossed, the glow of a cigarette hanging from his lips. He wears a hat, pulled down over his eyes. An oversized sweatshirt, jeans, and heavy combat boots on his feet, he is attempting to remain hidden in the darkness, but fails.
Instead of being patient, watching and waiting, I move. Climbing out of my truck I walk across the parking lot slowly closing the distance between this man and me. I watch him, knowing already that it’s Grant. I can feel it in my gut. I may not know him, but I despise him. For everything he has put Presley through. All the tears, the sadness, and most of all the fear he made her feel.
I am practically on top of him when he finally notices me. Only turning his head to look over at me. Grant scans me from head to toe, his lips curled. “You are exactly as described,” I sneer. “A strung out dirty looking fuck.”
“Do I know you?”
I ignore his question; this isn’t an introduction. “I thought you were told to leave.” He arches a brow appearing confused. “Presley doesn’t want you here,” I add, giving him a fucking clue since he’s a bit slow.
“You’re not the same guy from the other night.” He chuckles. “Damn how many different guys is she fucking? Really turned into a whore didn't she. Maybe that’s how she can make me the money I need.”
I react, unable to control the anger coursing through me. Rushing him, I grab his shirt and shove him back hard against the building. His cigarette falls from his mouth, hitting my arm, but I don’t register the burn.
“There isn’t another guy, it’s only me.” I snarl, enjoying the surprise in his eyes the way they grow wide. “And this is me telling you to stay the fuck away from my family.”
“Your family,” he laughs again, “I think you’ve got that backwards."
“No, they are mine.” I step a little closer. “I want you to hear me. There’s nothing for you here, and I know you’re running from some fuck you owe money to but let me promise you something. Whatever you know he’s capable of doing, imagine worse. I will fucking end you in a second if I feel like you are a threat to those I love. Right now I feel you are a fucking threat. This is the last time I will tell you to stay the fuck away.”
I step back and grab the envelope out of my back pocket and shove it hard at his chest. Grant takes it, but never takes his eyes off me.
“That’s enough to pay your debt and to get real far away from here. But I can guarantee if you ever come near her or Gray again the only thing that will be waiting for you will be four really pissed off guys that won’t be willing to talk it through. One thing I can assure you is you won’t get the chance to walk away next time.”
He holds my stare, and I half expect him to say something arrogant or cocky. I expect him to make another comment about Presley and I’m already barely hanging on. I know it won’t take much for me to beat his fucking ass.
“Thanks, man,” he says, actually fucking smiling. All he cares about is the fucking money.
“Don’t fucking thank me.” I fist my hand. He really needs to get the hell out of here. “Get gone and fast, motherfucker. I’m rethinking my choices and they aren’t in your favor.”
With a quick nod, he looks over my shoulder and nods again. I don’t even have to look to know we aren’t alone.