Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Renata
“I can’t believe you’re in love with my brother.
” April said the next morning over coffee and bagels.
Zion dropped them off this morning from the bakery in town, Appleridge Sweets.
How he didn’t mind driving around in the snow I’d never understand.
But he was always the way. When he first got his license, he loved driving in the snow, scaring April and I half to death as he did donuts in the snow.
I shot her a devilish grin, and she rolled her eyes playfully. “Is it weird now? I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, but life is weird. All I care about is how happy the two of you are.”
“You’re the best. And look, you benefit, too! Fresh bagels and coffee from the best bakery in town.”
April grinned. “Good point. What else can we get him to get us?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“I kind of want him to re-do my bathroom.”
April laughed. “He can fix toilets, girl. That’s about it.”
“Plumbers can do lots. Sinks, tubs…”
“I’m proud of him for going out there and getting it. He reminds me so much of our father.”
I nodded. “Your family rocks.”
“So do your parents. How are they doing? Either of them dating yet?”
I nearly spit out of my coffee. “No, and I don’t know if they ever will.”
“I bet they do secretly. It’s been over ten years since the divorce. What are they waiting for?”
“Good question.” I said.
We chatted over breakfast and finally, when the snow stopped, and the plows came by, April headed out, wishing me all the best on my date with Zion.
I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, from a long soak in the tub where I shaved every part of my body with unwanted hair, to curling my hair, and taking time to do my makeup for the first time in forever.
Usually, I didn’t have anyone to get dressed up for. But tonight, I did. Tonight, it was time for some special memories.
Exactly at seven, my doorbell chimed.
Zion stood on my doorstep, holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, white lilies.
He looked so handsome, his brown hair freshly cut, the sides short with a bit of shag on the top.
He wore a dark blue flannel button down, the shirt buttoned and tucked into his sexy dark jeans.
I wanted to pull him inside and climb him like a tree, forget about dinner.
His eyes scanned me from head to toe, taking his time as he drank me in. I wore a tight black skirt and top, black knee-high boots, and a long black sweater. I swept my hair up away from my face, exposing my neck and giving me a clear view of his sexy ass.
A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he whistled, the sound low and deep in his throat.
It vibrated through me, straight to my core, and down between my legs. I squeezed them together and swallowed hard.
“You look like a fucking treat, Ren.” He said before handing me the bouquet. “Maybe we should skip dinner after all.”
I giggled like a damn teenager with a huge, soul sucking crush. “Hello to you too. Come in, let me get these in water.” I stepped aside, and he walked in. Closing the door behind him, I walked towards the kitchen, motioning with my head for him to follow.
Pulling out a vase and filling it with water, I set it on the counter and unwrapped the bouquet. I grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed the bottoms before sliding them in the water. “Would you like a drink before we go?”
“I’d love one. But you can’t hold it against me if I kiss you and we never leave.”
“Okay, I’m thinking you really want to skip dinner.” I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer for him and a wine cooler for me.
Zion’s hot breath fell on the back of my neck and I froze, my hands on each bottle.
His fingers landed on my waist, pressing into my skin, and my spine stiffened. I inhaled sharply, every inch of me very aware of him.
“It’s not that I want to. There’s just something here I’d much rather feast on.” Zion’s mouth fell onto my neck and when he latched on, I gasped, my head falling back against his chest.
“Fuck it. I’m not that hungry, anyway.” I said, spinning around and pressing my hands flat against his chest. I clawed my way up, fisting his shirt, as his hands went straight to my ass.
He lifted me and I threw my legs around his waist, as he pressed me into the fridge, his mouth landing on my neck.
A chill ran through me as he moved us out of the fridge, shutting the door and walking me over to my table. Zion set me down and my legs fell to my sides as my hands pulled at his flannel, hastily undoing the buttons before sliding it off his broad shoulders.
Zions hands landed on my skirt and slid beneath them, his fingers finding their way up, grazing over the lacy tops of my thigh highs and playing with the hem of the fabric, teasing me endlessly.
His mouth was on me. Hot, needy, demanding. A shiver ran down my spine, my body physically shuddering beneath his fingers.
Zion growled in response. “I love how you react to my touch.” His voice etched itself across my soul, deep and salacious. “You’ve imagined this play out before, haven’t you?”
I nodded, no longer shy. I wanted this man, and I didn’t care if the world knew it.
“Describe it to me.”
“You kissed me all over, starting at my mouth, down my jaw and neck, along my collarbone, and to my chest…” My voice drifted off as he did the things I said, working his way down lower and lower…
“And then?”
“You stripped me naked and tasted every inch of my skin.”
Zion groaned, the sound roaring through his chest like a man with an ache so deep, only his woman could fill and satisfy.
I tore at his clothes, his t-shirt off next, then his jeans, while he undressed me, my shirt and bra tossed aside, my skirt bunched up around my waist, my panties pulled to the side.
His fingers dug into my fleshy hips and I groaned. I wanted him inside me so bad.
Zion kissed me all over as he lay me back on the table, spread out before him like a meal. He climbed over me, his large beefy frame engulfing me in all that was him. So much him.
Pressing his body against mine, his rougher, hairier skin against my softer, delicate one, made me want to explode.
We were naked together. Like so many times I’d dreamed of before.
Over and over, we kissed and kissed until our mouths were swollen and bruised.
When he stood back up, he brought me up with him.
Then, with his hands on my hips, he brought me to the edge of the table, spreading my legs wide as he stood between them.
His hard dick rubbed against my seam and I cried out, needing him inside me so badly.
“Fuck me, Z. Fuck me harder than all those times you’ve imagined before.”
A moment later, he slid inside, fast and deep, filling me with all of him, while I clung to him, needing and wanting more.
Slowly he began to move, increasing the speed as he got into a groove.
With my heels dug into his ass cheeks, I kept him inside as I leaned back, thrusting my tits upward towards him.
He responded by sucking on my nipples and playing with the mounds, rubbing his palms against them.
And right there, in my kitchen, on my kitchen table, we fucked for the first time, a memory we’d always remember.