18. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Zach
T he conversation with Eli seemed to go as well as I thought it would. By the time I got to Mazie’s that night, she was humming in the kitchen while getting dinner together. When I asked how it went, she beamed up at me.
My biggest problem since then is that I haven’t had a day off to spend with Mazie. It’s not quite the same, only seeing her at night and in the morning. Our routine is consistent, and I know that puts her in a comfortable place since it’s predictable, but one of us ends up falling asleep on the couch every night by nine o’clock. We’re already an old married couple and we’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks.
While it doesn’t quite bode well for our future, it’s also not that surprising. Neither of us are really the type to want to go out, except maybe to dinner, which I haven’t had the time for yet.
It’s why I’m so excited to have Friday off. Not just because it’s movie night again, but because we have the entire day together.
I swung by the store yesterday on my way back to her place to grab the required movie snacks. While we still have yet to complete a scary movie, I plan to let it be her turn to pick something that I’ll surely regret having to sit through.
If I’m lucky, we won’t really end up watching that much anyway. In fact, part of me is considering doing an entire movie day. Just the two of us, relaxing on the couch, no interruptions. The girls have the café and rarely need Mazie’s input on anything, which is why she works from home so much. She can put off any phone calls, orders, or anything else until Monday.
I’d love to be the one who makes her breakfast and lets her sleep in, but we both decided it was probably better if I stuck to grilling, at least for a while. Though Jenna tried to include me and Eli in the crafting of meals, it often went over our heads. In fact, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t really something any of the Bakers enjoyed except Alina.
With my job, it’s easier to just grab something quick or make something easy. The most home-cooked meals I have are when I’m at Mazie’s or invited to Baker Sunday dinner.
I heave a sigh and Mazie stirs in her spot sprawled across my chest. She fell asleep about an hour ago, but I just haven’t been able to shut my brain off.
She turns to look at me, her sapphire eyes blinking slowly, and a smile creeps across her lips. “What are you doing awake?”
I tuck a curl behind her ear and shrug. “Can’t sleep.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“No. Just excited about tomorrow. How would you feel about movie day instead of movie night?” My brows raise as I pose the question, trailing my fingertips down her back.
“That sounds fun. But whose turn is it?”
A small laugh breaks through my lips and I hang my head. “I figured we could take turns."
“You know, we’ve had to start two scary movies and not a single romcom. I’m not sure that’s fair.”
“The keyword here is start . We haven’t finished any.” Every part of me is planning to let her watch as many romcoms as she wants. But it’s fun to tease.
She turns her face against my chest and groans before looking back at me, a twinkle skittering through her eyes.
Reaching forward, I grip the back of her neck at the same time I loop my other arm around her waist and pull her mouth to mine. Her body glides over mine as I sweep my tongue through her lips.
I keep my hold on her neck, twisting my fingers into her auburn locks as my other hand trails down her back and over her ass so my fingers can graze her pussy.
She pulls away, resting her fingers lightly on my chest. “I’m on my period.”
“So?”
Her brows bunch, and she pushes a little further away. “Um. I’m bleeding?” She says it like she’s not sure I understand.
“I get that. Do you care?”
“Well, no. But I thought you would.”
“Why would I?”
“Because…it’s kind of gross?”
“It’s entirely natural, and it doesn’t bother me. Any other objections?”
“No.”
I smack her ass…hard. “Good. Then get your fine ass in the fucking shower.”
Slowly, she climbs off of me and gets off the bed, looking back in my general direction over her shoulder as she walks toward the bathroom.
“I’ll give you a second to do whatever you need to do to be ready for me and I’ll join you in the shower. Unless you don’t want to?” I raise an eyebrow as I look at her, but a smile creeps across her face as she skips into the bathroom.
A second later, the shower's on but I give her a minute. It’s not until she yells “Are you coming?” that I jump out of bed.
Her curls are piled in a messy bun on the very top of her head. I know it’s her way of showing she doesn’t want to get her hair wet. Which is too bad, really, because I love to twist it around my hand.
Taking an extra minute, I stand and watch as rivulets of water dash down her incredible body. My cock bobs in front of me, and I take it in my hand, gliding up and down my length while she stands with her eyes closed and head tipped up under the flow of water.
“Are you going to join me?” One of her eyes pops open as she turns to look at me.
“Just enjoying this image.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s more enjoyable from this side of the glass. At least, I’d have to assume.” The bit of shyness that she first exhibited has long since passed.
I step into the shower, standing in the stream in front of her as I place my palms on her thighs and trail them up her slick body. Her luscious curves make my dick painfully hard.
Gripping her by the neck, I push her against the wall, a hiss bleeding through her lips as her back hits the tile. She arches away from the cold sensation, her breasts brushing my chest.
I keep my hand on her throat as I bend and pull her hardened nipple into my mouth.
Her hands hook around my shoulders, one twisting into my hair while the other scratches nails across my shoulder. She moans and lifts her leg to wrap it around my waist.
Starting at her ankle, I glide my fingers up her leg until I reach her thigh, sliding my hand between our bodies to feel her soaking pussy.
With a pop, I release her nipple and my forehead falls against the cool tile. “Fuck, M.”
I plunge my fingers inside her, and she claws at my skin, grinding her pelvis toward mine as her head tips toward the ceiling and a moan tears from her lips. Not wanting to waste a second, I hook my fingers, and she practically goes limp in my hold. A quick adjustment has me gripping her ass firmly in my palm while I support her weight and continue to move my fingers.
She bucks against my hand, her body trembling as her fingers yank at my hair just before a gush hits my leg.
I nip at her neck once she stills. “It’s so fucking sexy when you do that.”
With a groan, I’m lined up to dive into her, but she presses a palm against my chest. “Are you sure?”
My brows pull together. “I just had my fingers inside you.”
“Yeah, but you can wash your hands.”
“I can wash my dick too, baby.”
She rolls her eyes and glances down before meeting mine. “I know. It just…it seems different. I just don’t want you to be grossed out.”
Raising an eyebrow, I thrust all the way into her, a scream filling the room and bouncing off the tiles.
“Do you know how amazing you feel, Mazie? A little blood isn’t going to scare me away.”
She nods as her mouth hangs open and her eyes flutter closed. “Good.”
One corner of my mouth ticks up as I slide out, leaving just the tip of my cock nestled inside her. Then I slam back into her as her chest heaves. “You like when I fuck you, don’t you, baby?”
Her eyes stay pressed together as I move in and out of her. “Oh my God. So much.”
The more I thrust, the slipperier the floor seems to get. But I’ll be damned if I drop this woman or fall over. Instead, I hasten my pace and hold her ass in both hands.
One thing I hadn’t taken into account is the lack of traction on the floor. Unfortunately, that means this is going to go much faster than I want it to. Though, it always does. I’d spend hours upon hours just enjoying Mazie’s body.
She's always quick to respond to me, and she’s already breathing heavily and trembling in my hold. When her legs tighten around my waist and her pussy clamps down on my cock, trying to move inside her is like what I imagine it’d be to try to move through quicksand. It’s nearly impossible, she’s so damn tight. It’s why a few seconds later, I choke on a breath and come deep inside her while my forehead drops to hers.
Droplets of water fall from the few strands of hair stuck between us at the top of my head. Staring down her torso, I’m transfixed by the place where our bodies meet.
We were blind to it, but it’s crystal clear we were meant to be something.
“Sorry, it was quick. I was slipping.”
“Not every time has to be a marathon, Zach.”
“I just want to make sure you’re satisfied first.” Putting her needs before my own is easy.
“That doesn’t mean it needs to go on and on. You’re always good at anticipating my needs, of taking care of me. In every way possible.” Her hand trails down my chest, and I gently set her down, guiding her under the stream. The moment the warm water patters against her skin, her head tips against my shoulder.
A hum vibrates against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her middle, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“This is nice. Even if it is the middle of the night.” She tips her face up and stands on her toes to brush her lips against my jaw.
Reaching around her, while still keeping her in the water, I grab the bar of soap and lather it between my hands, running them down her chest and over her stomach. My fingers dip between her thighs. It takes all of my self-control not to circle her clit. I soap the joints where her legs meet her hips before letting go and soaping myself up.
After a quick rinse, I climb out of the shower, grabbing a fuzzy blue towel from the closet before getting a red one out for Mazie.
She stands under the stream for another moment, eyes closed as she enjoys the warm liquid pouring over her body before she sighs and turns off the water. Holding the towel out for her, I wrap it around her and run my hands up and down her arms.
“I’m going to step out to give you privacy.” Slipping out of the bathroom, I pull on a pair of boxers and settle under the covers.
Mazie comes out just a few minutes later and quickly pulls one of my t-shirts from the drawer, tugging it over her head and scurrying next to me.
Her head nuzzles on my chest, and I press my mouth to the top of her head.
Within moments, her breaths are slow and steady. I’m sure she’s asleep when she twitches lightly.
Knowing she’s peaceful, that tomorrow is a whole day for just us, I get comfortable with an arm behind my head and close my eyes for the first time all night.