Chapter 36
thirty-six
AUTUMN
Zeke: You want a shower pic?
Autumn: And risk that getting leaked?
Zeke: I got bad news for you
Autumn: Omg just get over here!
I’m out on the porch with a fresh glass of rosé when Zeke’s car comes down the driveway. He went back to Will’s to shower and grab fresh clothes, so when he steps out of the car and makes his way up the stone sidewalk toward me, his shower-wet hair is a tousled, sexy mess.
“You were fast,” I comment, my tone suggestive.
“Fuck yes, I was.” He comes to stand in front of me, leaning one arm lazily on the post of the veranda.
That grin of his. That self-assured stance he’s got, lounging like he owns the world.
It reminds me of the other time he leaned in my doorway like that—that night he locked himself out of the cabin.
I thought he was sexy then, even knowing he’d come straight from someone else’s bed, but mother of fuck.
Knowing he’s here now for me and me alone… he looks downright delicious.
Without asking, Zeke takes a long, sultry sip of my wine, his eyes glued to me over the rim of the glass. He swallows, the column of his neck working, and smacks his lips. “But don’t worry, hot stuff. I’m only fast in the shower. Ain’t nothing else tonight gonna be fast.”
His lips part into a dazzling grin, and he leans down to plant his palms on the arms of the chair I’m sitting in.
My face rises to meet his, and that’s all it takes.
His mouth crashes into mine, and his lips and tongue and teeth are there, licking and sucking and biting.
As his tongue sweeps my mouth, I shiver, and I feel him smile against me.
Before I even know what’s happening, he spreads my legs apart with his knee and steps in toward me.
He’s standing too close, his face too high above me now for me to kiss, but I can still look up at him.
I’m eye-level with his junk, and my hands move there, caressing the hardening length in his jeans while I hold his gaze.
“I hope the McCallisters saw you drive in,” I say, still massaging his dick through his pants, fumbling with the button. “I hope those nosy fuckers are watching us right now. In fact, I hope they see me… do… this.”
I unzip his pants and Zeke groans, his hands stroking my hair. “Fucking hell, Autumn.”
He watches as I tug down his jeans, sliding his boxer briefs along with them and freeing his length. As my fingers stroke the velvety skin of his cock, I feel his thighs flex on either side of me. He says again, “Fucking hell.”
“And,” I continue, more to myself, but also to him, because I can tell he’s getting off on it too, “if they try to call and ask me why that sketchy Holloway kid is hanging around my place again… I won’t be able to answer—because my mouth will be full, and it’s not polite to talk to the neighbors with your mouth full. ”
With that, I draw Zeke’s cock into my mouth, taking as much of him as possible—and the sound he makes is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
His fingers tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t pull my head in.
He just watches, groans, lets me work, enjoying as I slide back and forth along his cock, sucking him in until he hits the back of my throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I hear him mutter. “Shit fucking balls.”
I pause to grin up at him, his cock still in my mouth. His blue eyes are hooded with lust, but he looks fiercer than I’ve ever seen him. There’s a set in his jaw that’s never been there before.
“Fuck.” He slides himself gently out of my mouth, tips my head up toward him. His eyes are electric. “That’s so fucking hot—knowing it’s just you and me. Knowing my cock is only for your mouth and no one else’s.”
“Monogamy looks good on you, babe.”
“Yeah.” He laughs softly. “Weirdly, it does.”
Then, with no warning at all and his erection still jutting out of his unzipped jeans, Zeke reaches down and scoops me up, pulling me against his slim, chiseled body. His hands span my ass, my legs naturally wrapping around him, as he rips the front door open and carries me inside.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know,” he growls. “Somewhere I can ravage you without your rich-ass, WASP-y neighbors crying to the cops.”
I burst out laughing, and we make it as far as the living room before Zeke drops me on the sofa.
He kisses me hungrily, his hands roaming along my body.
He tugs up the hem of my tank top, and I take the cue, shrugging myself out of it.
Not wasting a second, he pulls his own shirt over his head.
His eyes rake over me, and I see his dick twitch as his gaze comes back to settle softly on mine.
“You’re so gorgeous, Autumn,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
He drops to the sofa next to me, reaches around to unclasp my bra, and slides the straps down my shoulders.
I toss the bra away and turn to face him, loving the way he stares at my now bare breasts like there’s a goddamn feast in front of him.
I look down at them, too. I mean—they are pretty good tits. I’ve always liked them.
Suddenly, I sit up straight. The necklace Zeke gave me is still fastened around my neck, the pendant nestled between my breasts. “Wait. What about Lena? Is she here?”
Zeke looks confused for a moment. Then his eyes widen slightly, and he stops for a second, like he’s listening for something.
“No, she’s… not here,” he says. “There’s no one here—no whispers. No weird vibes. It’s just us.”
I frown. “What happened? Where’d she go? Can you tell if she’s okay?”
Zeke nods, his fingers playing with the pendant at my breast. “I can’t tell you where she went—I don’t know much about that stuff—but I sense, like… peace. I think she did what she needed to do. She told you her story, and then she was free to go.”
It should feel weird, sitting here half-naked with the guy I love, talking about another woman.
But it doesn’t. After all, Lena’s not just any woman.
She may have had a thing for my man, but she’s also the one who brought us together.
Without Lena, there would be no us. I’m only sad her living self didn’t get the happy ending I did. And am about to get—pun intended.
“Do you think…” I ask, trailing my fingers back to Zeke’s cock, which has lost some of its hardness. Even half soft, his length is still impressive. “Do you think I could… keep it on? The pendant, I mean? Like, we kind of owe Lena. I wish she could’ve had what we have.”
Zeke grins. “Sure. That’ll be hot. And maybe you want me to draw you, too, like one of my French girls?”
“Stop it.” I give him a playful swat with one hand, my other hand working his shaft. True to form, he’s already completely hard again.
“Really?” Zeke continues, an absolutely wicked smile creeping across his face. “Because I’m pretty good at face painting.”
I don’t even grace that with a reply. I just pull him in toward me, covering those gorgeous, dirty talking lips with mine as his hands reach for the zipper on my shorts.
Within seconds, we’re both completely naked, our clothes strewn around us on the living room floor.
I’m straddling Zeke with my knees on the couch cushions, his cock hovering deliciously close to my entrance.
It’s all I can do to keep from lifting my hips and sinking down onto him, but he’s not wearing a condom, and I don’t want to go there. Yet.
So I guide his fingers to my pussy, loving the way he snaps into action, fingers trailing through my folds as his other hand squeezes my breast. He bends forward to suck my nipple, and his cock brushes my stomach.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I say. When I told him to meet me here, I didn’t think this far ahead, and I honestly think I might die if he didn’t bring one.
Zeke laughs, my nipple still in his mouth. He sucks hard, then pops off and looks at me. “Babe. Who do you think I am? Of course I’ve got a condom.”
He nods toward his jeans on the floor, and I reach down to dig through the pockets. Sure enough, three foil wrappers. He’s got some big plans for us tonight, apparently.
Zeke takes the foil packet from me and rips it open, rolling it down over himself. He’s still sitting on the sofa, his cock rising straight up between us. I’d expected him to push right inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he brings his fingers back to my pussy, locking his eyes with mine.
“You’re so wet,” he says. He licks his lips, still not breaking eye contact. “You feel that? How wet you are? You’re only ever going to be wet for me from now on. You better remember that.”
“Mm…”
I can’t answer with words. What he’s doing down below, the way he’s teasing my clit with his thumb, circling my entrance with his fingers, feels too fucking good.
“Autumn.” His rich voice is suddenly stern. “I said you better remember that. Say it—say you’ll remember.”
“Yes. I’ll remember,” I pant. “I’m only wet for you.”
As if in reward, he shoves two fingers into me and curls them slightly, dragging them down my front wall. I let out a whimper, and he grins. “Okay. There we go.”
I’m so turned on I honestly think I could die.
The smooth, deliberate way he’s fucking into me with his fingers.
His rock hard cock bobbing between us, wrapped and ready to go.
That cool, possessive demeanor he’s got going on.
I need him inside me now. All of him—every last inch. I need us together.
“Zeke.”
He doesn’t pause what’s he’s doing, just quirks an eyebrow at me. “Yeah?”
“I need you inside me. Like—now need you inside me.”
Zeke chuckles, his eyes flashing. “We can make that happen.”
With one last thrust of his fingers for good measure, he gives my clit a little slap, and then gently slides me off his lap. “Stand up, baby.”