16. #2
“There you go with that serious expression again,” Zane said as he walked into the bedroom.
I looked over and, once again, thought of how sexy the man was and how lucky I was to be here with him while he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts and a smile.
“I brought snacks. While we’re eating, you can tell me what’s got you frowning so hard. ”
“Do you think I’m weird?”
“Oh, God, yes.” My heart lurched, and I looked away as I tried to compose myself. Zane didn’t notice how upset his response had made me because he was trying to get into bed without spilling the contents of the plates in his hands. “Scoot up here, and enjoy all of my hard work.”
I looked at the plates and saw hunks of cheese, some summer sausage, pepperoni, a small bowl of jalapenos, and another of grapes. When I looked up at him, he was grinning like he’d just cooked me a five-star meal.
“Don’t kill my vibe, babe. It’s food. I put it on the plate. Therefore, I made it.”
As I shifted over to sit beside him with my back against the headboard, I giggled, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.
“What did I say that made you look even more sad than you were when I walked in?” Zane asked.
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“You don’t even want to know why I think you’re weird?” Zane asked.
I looked away before I said, “Because I’m some sort of sexual deviant who likes to have her hair pulled?”
“Fuck no! That’s fantastic!” Zane exclaimed as he looked at me in horror. “Why would you think that?”
“Then what were you talking about?”
“You don’t like Dr. Pepper, you can’t stand sweet tea, you dip your fries in mustard instead of ketchup, and you can’t name a single band that got together after the year 2000.”
“I like classic tunes,” I argued.
Zane didn’t think I was odd or a freak. If anything, he seemed to like it. I’d hit all the lotto numbers and hadn’t even realized I’d bought a ticket!
Zane took a bite of cheese and then held one up for me. As I was chewing, he said, “There are some good groups out there now. I’ll admit that there are more that are shit than not, but there are some great ones.”
“Name one.”
“The Rojo Kings.” When I looked at him skeptically, he rolled his eyes and leaned over to pull his phone off the charger.
Within just a few seconds, music started, and I was shocked to hear that I liked the beat as well as the deep, raspy voice of the singer that mixed wonderfully with the women singing backup.
My face must have shown my surprise because Zane said, “See? I told you there was good music out there.”
“I have to admit that I’ve heard them before. I think Dawson likes them. Maybe Dayton does too. I’m not sure.”
“You should hear them do acoustic covers of some of the songs you like.”
“Let me hear them.”
“They’re not recorded or anything, but they’re so good.”
“If they haven’t recorded them, then how would you know?” I asked.
Zane burst out laughing before he said, “I almost don’t want to tell you, but you’ll figure it out sooner or later.”
“Figure out what?”
Zane fiddled with his phone screen and then held it out toward me. I studied the picture of the band for a second and realized that I’d met two of the people in it just a few hours ago.
“Holy shit!”
Zane chuckled before he asked, “Why would you think that liking having your hair pulled makes you weird?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Who told you that?” When I shrugged, he said, “You had to have heard it from somewhere.”
“I’d rather not talk about my ex while I’m in bed with you.”
“Let’s make this the last time,” Zane suggested. “But I’d still like to know what he said that made you believe that.”
“He didn’t like stuff like that.”
“Like what?”
I laughed bitterly before I said, “Anything we’ve done since we got here.”
Zane stared at me in shock for a few long seconds before he asked, “Is he mental?” He shook his head before he said, “Obviously he is. He didn’t like . . .” Zane blew out a breath before he asked, “What parts of what we’ve done tonight did he not like?”
“He said that something horrible must have happened to me in my childhood for me to enjoy giving head.”
Zane blinked a few times before he exclaimed, “You gave the most spectacular blowjob of my entire life. I will go to my grave with a smile on my face remembering how fucking good that felt and how much I didn’t want you to stop, and he didn’t like that?”
I shook my head and said, “Not at all.”
“Holy shit. You were married to an alien. Or a eunuch. What the fuck is wrong with him?”
I burst out laughing before I said, “All this time, I thought there was something wrong with me.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t get me wrong. The mustard thing grosses me out, but there’s not a single sexual thing you could ask me to do inside or outside of the bedroom that would make me think you’re weird.
” He tilted his head and then winced before he said, “I’m sure I have some boundaries, but I haven’t found them yet, so you’re welcome to explore all you want and see if you can find them yourself. ”
“Can we have morning sex?”
“Morning. Brunch. Lunch. Second lunch. Afternoon. You get where I’m going here, right?” Zane asked with a grin.
“I think so.”
“Eat your food so I can remind you how good it feels when I eat your pussy.”
I shivered before I shoved another bite into my mouth and then pushed the plate toward him. I finished chewing before I said, “Food can wait. I’m ready.”
“I’m gonna ask you again with more feeling this time. Where have you been all of my life?”