Chapter 10 #2
When she cups my balls, soaping them up with the gentlest touch in the world, my eyes close. It feels so good that I could come just like this.
With my balls still cupped in one of her hands, she slides behind, touching the sensitive skin that leads to my back.
I know she and Lev have been exploring each other that way, but this is totally uncharted territory for me.
“Is this ok?” Zara asks, grazing the bottom part of my crack with the tips of her fingers.
My cock throbs almost painfully. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking hard in my entire life.
“I’m yours, baby.” And I mean it.
An electric current causes my balls to draw tight when she circles my hole. Her fingers don’t try to dip inside, but the teasing around the sensitive skin is enough to send pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
Zara doesn’t go any further. Her hands come up to massage my scalp as the water rinses out the soap.
“We’re all clean now. Do you want that hot drink?” I offer, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her body and one around my hips.
She shakes her head. “No. I want to go to bed.”
I scoop her up into my arms and walk into Ares’s bedroom.
“You know you still don’t have to carry me, right?” Zara’s tone is light, despite her voice still being scratchy.
“I know.” I set her down on her feet as gently as I can. “I still like carrying you though.”
I open the towel wrapped around her, using both ends to rub any excess moisture off of her skin.
“Get in.” I lift the comforter off Ares’s bed and cover her once she’s settled against the pillows.
“Where are you going?” she asks as I begin walking away.
“You said you wanted to go to bed, but Ares was clear about making you drink hot water with honey and lemon. So I’m going to make you a hot drink, and I’ll bring it right back.”
Zara doesn’t look happy. “I can have the hot drink later. I want you next to me. I thought Ares told you not to let me out of your sight.”
A chuckle escapes me. “You’re cute when you use my words against me. I’ll be two minutes tops.”
True to my word, I return a couple of minutes later with a mug full of the soothing hot beverage and place it carefully on the nightstand by Zara’s side. “I would give it a few minutes before you drink it. It’s scalding hot.”
“Thank you.” She says softly. “Now, can you get into bed with me?”
I drop my towel and, as soon as I get into bed, Zara scoots by my side.
She lifts my arm, encouraging me to wrap it around her, and then she settles with her head onto my chest and one of her legs curled over my hip.
I drop a kiss on the top of her head. This feels… perfect.
Zara shifts slightly, dragging her lips across my chest.
My cock, after I finally got it under control while I prepared her hot drink, perks up at the contact between my skin and her open mouth.
Her kisses are soft, her mouth is warm, and within mere seconds I’m rock hard.
“What’s wrong?” Zara lifts her head to look at me when I tense up rather than letting myself enjoy this feeling. “I—are you mad at me?”
“What? No, why would I be mad at you, baby?”
She doesn’t look at me when she tells me what’s on her mind. “Maybe the way I touched you in the shower was too much?”
I shake my head. “No, baby. It was different, but it was fun. I’m yours. I meant it when you asked me if it was ok.”
“I know, but maybe…”
“There are no maybes.” I reassure her. “It was totally new to me, but I enjoyed it.”
Her eyes are still full of uncertainty. “Yeah? You would tell me if I did something you didn’t like, right?”
“I promise. Playing there… I’ve never even thought about it before.”
“Why?” she asks. “Is it too taboo?”
I think about it before answering. “I guess it feels more intimate, and it takes more trust. And I’ve never trusted anyone like that before you.”
She takes my lips in a kiss that’s soft but full of the electric attraction that has been there between us since the moment we met.
By the time we come up for air, Zara is splayed on top of me. I can feel my hard cock throb in the cradle of her thighs.
“I’m sorry.” I close my eyes, embarrassed that my body can’t take a hint that Zara has had a traumatic experience today and we shouldn’t think about taking things further. “I know you’re tired. I can’t control what Little Chance does sometimes.”
She bursts out laughing, and it takes me by surprise. “Little? Chance, there’s nothing little about that part of you.”
Of course, it ends up with her coughing, and I remember about the hot drink that by now should have cooled enough for her to have.
I sit up, moving Zara to one side of me and grabbing the ceramic mug with Star Cove Sheriff Dept. printed in blue on a white background.
“Here,” I bring the mug to her lips now that she’s no longer coughing. “Drink this; it’ll make you feel better.”
She takes a couple of sips and then turns her face to the side.
“Drink a little more.” I instruct her.
“Bossy.” She accuses me, but she’s trying to hide behind the mug that the corners of her lips are curling up in a barely repressed smile.
I fight my own smile. “Yeah? Then drink up.”
“Yeah. You’ve been a little intense since we got here.”
I know that Zara is teasing me, but I own it. “Maybe. But it’s either I fuss over you, or I go hunt down Mason and his uncle and do a service to the entire town and make them disappear.”
“Chance.” Her eyes widen with concern. “Promise me you’re not gonna do anything stupid.”
I tip the mug to her lips. “Then finish your drink. You’re lucky that Ares said I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight.”
She does as she’s told and then stretches over to set the empty mug down on the nightstand. “I’m sorry about this mess. I made it worse by getting involved. I shouldn’t have raced.”
We’ve already talked about it, but I want her to understand that I don’t blame her.
“Your heart was in the right place, baby. None of this would have happened if Lev and I had told Dave to shove his initiation where the sun don’t shine.
We all made things worse, but the truth is that the situation wouldn’t be this bad if Dad hadn’t banned motorcycles in town.
” Then I utter the words that have been on the tip of my tongue ever since Dad announced the ban as the focal point of his electoral campaign.
“Atlas wouldn’t have wanted that. He loved racing. ”
Zara’s gaze softens as she pulls me to her for a kiss. Her mouth tastes sweet and a little tart like the drink she just had.
With anyone else, I wouldn’t like to receive affection after mentioning my late brother; it would feel too much like pity. But I know this isn’t the case with her, and Zara is the only one who has been able to make me feel whole again after the unspeakable loss of Atlas.
Like every time we kiss, things heat up pretty quickly.
“Baby,” I groan, grabbing her hips to stop her from grinding against me. “I’m trying to be good, but you’re making it hard.”
Her eyes shine with amused satisfaction. “Good, then it’s working. You need to be hard for what I have in mind.”
She closes her fingers around the base of my erection, and squeezes, causing pleasure to scatter everywhere in my body.
“Zara, I mean it.” I squirm. “If you keep doing this, I’m gonna lose control. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
She stops in her tracks, her hand still wrapped around the base of my shaft. “Take advantage? What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know.” I admit, exhaling in the hope of getting my pulse to slow down.
“What happened with Mason was scary for me, and I wasn’t the one who was assaulted and almost…
” I hesitate. I don’t want to use the word rape.
It’s too horrible. “I want to take care of you. I want you to know that you’re safe and nothing needs to happen.
I love you, and I can be in bed with you and just cuddle if that’s what you need.
Despite… him.” I glare at my hard-on that hasn’t deflated at all in Zara’s grip.
“You are taking care of me, Chance.” She argues. “With you, I feel completely safe. And I want you.”
“Are you sure?” I hesitate.
The answer is another squeeze to the base of my cock, and I see stars when my eyelids drop closed.
“Ok.” I relent. “Like I keep saying tonight, I’m yours, baby. Take what you want.”
“What I want,” she says, rolling off of me and onto her back, pulling me on top of her.
“Is for you to take me, Chance. When Mason was pressing his body against mine, I was so scared. I want you to replace that memory with your weight on me. With your touch, your kisses. You told me that you trust me and that you’re mine.
I’m yours too. I trust you. Please make love to me. ”
I think I understand why she wants me to be in charge. Mason took her control away using force. Now that she has that control back, she’s handing it to me because she wants to.
“I love you, Zara. You got it.”
There’s no hurry in the way I kiss her. It’s deep, slow and a little obscene as I do with my tongue what I plan to do in a minute with my cock.
My hands glide down her body, feeling every inch of her smooth, velvety skin.
Her nipples harden when I skim the side of her tit with teasing fingers, and I can’t resist the sight of those two pink, aching points.
I leave her lips, my open mouth gliding down her neck, kissing the bruises that are starting to turn blue where her throat was compressed. I keep the contact light and gentle, skimming down to her collarbone and the swell of her chest.
“Oh.” She moans when I reach the rose peaks begging to be kissed and sucked.
Zara arches her back to give me better access. I know she likes when I suck and she enjoys a hint of teeth against her nipples.
I take my time, laving attention on her perfect tits, until she’s a quivering mess, and she begs me for more.
My mouth travels down her stomach. I know that she’s ready for what I have in mind, and I don’t tease her like I normally would.
I cover her clit with my lips, kissing her there the same way I was kissing her mouth earlier.
Her fingers tangle in the longer hair on the top of my head, but rather than trying to keep me there, she pulls me up and away from my target.
The motion would be painful under any other circumstances, but I’m so fucking turned on that my scalp tingles, sending the sensation all the way down to my cock.
“This is not what I want,” Zara pants.
Fuck. I’m dying to be inside her, but if she’s changed her mind, I’m gonna stop. It doesn’t matter how difficult it is. I would never do anything she doesn’t want.
“Are you ok, baby?” My voice is a low rasp, thick with desire.
“More than ok.” She says, nipping my bottom lip. “So ok, that even though I love it when you go down on me, I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I need you now.”
Thank fuck.
I don’t make her ask twice. I line myself up with her entrance and drive my hips forward.
She’s so wet that I don’t find any resistance, plunging into her soft heat until I’m buried to the hilt.
“I love how wet you get for me, baby.” I praise her.
Her inner muscles contract, sending a hot current from my balls all the way down my shaft. I feel myself pulse inside her, and I move, chasing more of that sensation.
“Oh God, Chance. Yes.”
The sound of my name on her lips spurs me on, and I go deeper, harder, faster.
The need for release takes over, but I don’t forget about Zara.
“I’m so fucking close, baby.” I cup the back of her head with one hand and pause as my cock pulses inside her, dangerously close to bursting point. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Zara kisses me hard, her pussy spasming in reply.
I use the hand that isn’t holding the back of her head to rub quick, tight circles over her clit, and she cries out.
The way her pussy clamps down on me, squeezing with every wave of pleasure that crashes into her, makes it impossible to hold back.
I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves as we try to catch our breath.
Eventually, I disentangle myself from her even if I’m still hard enough to keep us connected.
“Where are you going?” she asks with a yawn.
“I was going to get you something to clean up.”
She pulls me down next to her onto the pillows. “Don’t go, Chance. Stay with me. You’re warm, and I’m so comfortable and so safe.”
That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me. I take Zara into my arms and we settle down, ready to let sleep claim us.
“Do you think Ares will be mad at us for making love in his bed?” I don’t say fucking or have sex. Making love is the only thing that can describe what happened between us.
It takes a second for her to answer, as she considers my question. “I don’t think so. He said he can accept my feelings for you and Lev. Maybe though, we should change the bedsheets before we leave, just to be on the safe side.”
“I think you’re right.”
As Zara falls asleep in my arms, I think that I need to have a heart-to-heart with my brother. Zara isn’t going to choose. She needs all three of us to be completely happy. And if he loves her like he says, he needs to accept our new reality.
As my eyes grow heavy with sleep, another thought hits me square in the chest. It’s time to man up and speak to our parents.
I’m done being scared of what Dad will do. I’m not going to let my fear of losing his love and his approval get in the way of our happiness. But this is a problem for future me. Being fearless is easier said than done.