Chapter 17 #2
Taking my ass in both his hands, Zeke sinks himself into me once more. “God, I could fuck this pussy all night, Autumn.”
He reaches forward to gather my hair in his hand, yanking my head backward, all the while moving in and out of me at a steady rhythm. My pleasure is mounting again, but without his hand between my legs, I’m not sure I’ll get there.
As though he’s reading my mind, Zeke says, “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you do it.”
I murmur my agreement, reaching down to do as he says. I hear a groan behind me as Zeke leans around to watch what my fingers are doing, then slams even harder into me. His thrusts, though still long and deep, are getting faster, his grip on my hair getting tighter.
“Are you gonna come again for me, hot stuff?” Zeke asks, pulling my head back so he can whisper in my ear. “Are you gonna yell my name?”
I nod, frantic. The heat is building, the pressure about to blow. Zeke slaps my ass so hard it echoes through the cabin, and with one final thrust, he has me gasping. “Zeke! Zeke—”
And then strong, slim arms wrap around me and Zeke pulls me to his chest. He buries his face in the hollow of my shoulder as my pussy clenches around his pulsing cock and I melt back into him.
There’s only the sound of our heavy breathing in the darkness, the warmth and sweat of our bodies entwined together.
Time seems to stop, the minutes blurring.
After what seems like two minutes, but could just as easily have been ten, Zeke’s arms loosen around me.
He brushes my sweaty hair off my neck, plants a kiss on my shoulder, and slides out of me.
I fall forward against the mattress, my legs like spaghetti noodles, wondering how the hell I’m going to be able to walk after that.
Zeke casts me a sideways grin as he shucks off the condom and heads to the bathroom.
When he returns, he falls onto the bed next to me, still naked, his lean, muscled arms crossed behind his head.
I take him in, unabashedly this time. He’s just so gorgeous.
Like some kind of, I don’t know, movie star—and he just made me come.
Twice. I don’t know what he did with that walking-red-flag frat boy, but whoever that was, he’s not here now.
This is… someone else entirely. Someone who saw me naked and liked it. Someone who made me feel like a fucking goddess after five years of never being enough.
This Zeke is someone new.
“How was it?” Zeke asks, his eyes closed despite the grin on his handsome face. “I mean, I already know the answer to that with the way you screamed my name but—”
“Bewildering,” I answer. I’ve got no reason to mince words here.
Zeke bursts out laughing, flinging one tanned arm over his face. “Oh my god. I fucked you so good, and you say it’s bewildering! What, you studying for some kind of vocabulary test or—”
“Knock it off,” I giggle, nestling down next to him. I turn on my side to face him, brush the hair off his face. “Bewildering in the best way. Like, I don’t know if I know what year it is after that.”
“Mm.” Zeke smirks. “I can deal with that.”
“Yeah.”
I stare at him for a moment. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask how it was for him, but I’m too afraid that his dazzling grin will widen and I’ll know he’s lying. Telling me it was better than it was just to make me feel good. So I say nothing, just lie there looking at him.
“You look like you’re thinking over there, hot stuff,” Zeke says, furrowing his brow.
I smile, caught. “Ha. Never.”
“Good. It never helps anything.”
He’s right, of course. I mean, in cases like this.
Where you find yourself in bed, freshly fucked, with your friend’s fiancé’s younger brother, who also happens to live on your property and who you’re counting on to walk in your fashion show next weekend, and to whom you’re finding yourself increasingly drawn when you’re not even sure why.
Yeah, no. Thinking is not going to help here.
Instead, I roll over so I’m facing away from him, nestling backwards into the warmth of Zeke’s body.
I’m a little surprised when I feel him shift positions, moving closer to me and wrapping an arm around my waist. As our breaths slow, the rain pelts at the windows, the wind rattling through the trees outside.
Zeke’s face is buried in my hair, his fingers curling slightly as sleep overtakes him.
I stare into the darkness a while, feeling the rise and fall of Zeke’s chest as his breathing evens out. And even though I know it’s just for tonight, I can’t help but savor the comforting warmth of his arms around me. It’s been so long since I felt… protected.
Desired.
Like I’m worth it.
And Zeke made me feel all those things. Tonight, this swaggering kid with the perpetual hard-on saw through my shit and went all in for me, giving me exactly what he knew I needed. There’s bound to be fallout, I’m sure. This isn’t something we can really continue, after all.
But for right now? Until tomorrow morning when the lights come on and the spell is broken? I’m going to go right on pretending I’m a goddess—and that Zeke Holloway isn’t, in fact, twenty-fucking-three.