11. Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
~ZED~
Fuck.
My imagination has done a lot to fuel this newfound obsession of mine, but it’s nothing compared to the reality of finally tasting her lips.
The longer it goes on, the deeper I sink. My fingers tighten in her hair and tug, pulling her closer to me while my mouth moves against hers, hungry. I angle her head and take more. My tongue drags against hers and a sound catches in her throat. I take that too. I take everything she gives me.
Today cut me open from one end to the fucking other. From Sam in the water to the rollercoaster in between that led up to the words Don’t leave. So she has to forgive me if I’m not exactly gentle with my mouth.
Her fingers tighten around my right forearm while her other hand slides up toward my neck, and the feel of it goes straight to the pit of my stomach. I’ve never had blood rush to my dick so fast.
Fucking Christ.
This is the first real taste of her and it does exactly what it should do. It makes me greedy. Makes me want more than this damn hallway can hold.
I slide my hand harder into her hair and tip her head back just enough to open her mouth more for me. She lets me with a soft whimper.
My teeth catch her lower lip and tug, earning me another tiny sound.
It goes straight to my cock like a hand.
I kiss it right out of her, soothing the bite with my lips. Her mouth opens wider for me and I take that too, tongue dragging against hers, slower for a second before I lose patience and the kiss turns rough again.
One more sound out of her and I’m forgetting this is a hallway. If somebody came up the stairs right now, I don’t know if I’d stop or make them regret it.
That’s where I’m at.
Her body’s warm under my hands, way too responsive. I can feel the tremor in her while she tries to keep up with me. She has no idea what she just set off. No idea what don’t leave sounds like to a man who’s already half insane with wanting her.
My hand leaves the back of her neck long enough to drag down her side and land on her waist. I want to feel all of her. I want to drag everything out of her until she forgets the rest of the world exists. I want her against a wall instead of in this hallway so I can play with her properly.
And she’s meeting me there. I can feel it in the way her body presses up, in the way her hands stop bracing and start holding.
I growl into her mouth before I can stop it and pull back to run my mouth over her jaw, her neck, then back to her lips. My hand tightens in her hair while the other moves from her waist to her hip and squeezes.
The need to fuck this girl is almost unbearable. My hand at her hip starts pulling her in harder, wanting more contact, wanting her against my cock.
Her breath breaks against my mouth and her fingers slip to my shoulders, and something in me starts sliding hard toward the edge.
I walk her backward until her back hits the wall, pinning her there with my body. Her soft tits press against my chest and I drag my mouth down her jaw again, bite the side of her throat, and suck.
“Zed, wait,” she moans, even as her head tips back, giving me more of her neck.
I can’t wait. I can’t do much right now except take and give.
I should ease up. But I kiss her deeper and let my hand on her hip guide her where I want her.
My hand moves from her hip to the small of her back, fingers spreading there, pulling her hard against me until there’s no mistaking what this is doing to me anymore.
The second our bodies line up and my cock presses against her belly, she whimpers.
My hand moves down again, greedy, palming her ass and squeezing. I hold her tighter against my cock and roll my hips forward so she can feel all of it. Showing her how little leash I’ve actually got left.
She makes a sound into my mouth, and her hands drop to my chest. I feel the light press as she starts to push against me, a sign this is too much for her. She wants out.
I keep her pinned for one more second, grinding slow one last time so she feels every inch before pulling back to look at her.
She’s breathing like she ran here. Her pretty eyes are wide, her lips are swollen, and her fingers are curled in my shirt.
I look down at her, licking the taste of her off my bottom lip. I make myself keep still even though every part of me wants back in. Wants her mouth again. Wants her against me harder. Wants a room with a lock and no good intentions anywhere near it.
I gather all the self-control I have, then flick my head toward the stairs.
“Go.” The word comes out rough. “Or I won’t stop.”
Her throat works, her eyes studying my face with uncertainty. There is no bluff left in me.
I retreat, giving her the space she needs to move away from me.
I can see the hesitation on her face when she looks toward the stairs.
Then she comes back to her senses and starts to step away.
One step backward, then another, still breathing hard, still tasting like heaven all over my mouth.
When she turns toward the stairs, she bumps lightly into the banister, catching herself with one hand.
I stand there and watch her gather herself enough to keep walking. Letting her feel the full weight of my stare while she tries to pull herself together. Letting her feel exactly how close she came to getting fucked in a hallway.
She turns and walks down the stairs.
I stay where I am with my cock aching, one bad thought away from chasing her down and dragging her back up here.
I drag my thumb across my bottom lip, still tasting her.
Run, snowflake. I’ll enjoy melting you even more.
I’m running on about two hours of sleep and a kiss that won’t get out of my head. Not the best combination for a weekend with children and forced cooperation.
By nine in the morning, I’ve already gotten roped into more camp setup than I agreed to when I let myself be blackmailed into staying another night. Apparently, helping once means people start assuming you’re available for more.
Terrible precedent.
The lack of sleep isn’t helping. I spent most of the night flat on my back, staring at the ceiling with Lilly’s mouth still on mine and her body pinned against the wall in my head on a loop.
Coffee is set out on the big table on the patio, the ocean bright beyond the dunes, with chairs half-turned toward each other in little clusters of conversation.
I spot Dom at the end of the table with Jessica. Jace is sitting across from them with Dom’s sister, Melody, on his lap.
My eyes drag over the table to Lilly, sitting next to Jessica with a glass of cold brew in front of her. By the looks of her, she didn’t sleep much either.
A pink tint creeps into her cheeks the second she looks up and catches me already looking.
And this time, to my surprise, she gives me a small, welcoming smile.
Well.
That’s new. And it feels so fucking good, I almost grin back at her like a lovesick puppy.
With my coffee in hand, I head toward the empty chair beside her. Her body goes just a little more alert next to mine as I sit. I exchange “good morning” with the rest of the table and turn to Lilly beside me.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning,” she says back with a smile that doesn’t give anything away. If it weren’t for the flush on her cheeks, I might actually buy it.
“Glad you stayed.” Dom glances between us over the rim of his glass.
I hum in response, nodding once before taking a sip of my coffee.
“We all are,” Jessica adds. “Right, Lilly?”
Dom nudges her, and she smacks his elbow away playfully.
“Uh, yeah.” Lilly goes red, then turns her head and looks at me. “But if you think you can stay here with the rest of us and not help, you’re wrong.”
There’s a lightness to the way she says it. Playful. Just enough to tell me last night didn’t scare her off.
“What do you need me to do, Lilly?” I ask, loving how her name feels on my tongue.
Lilly looks down for one second, trying to hide the smile, then back at me with a serious face. “Can you go to the storage room and grab the markers for the trivia game later?”
Markers.
Amazing.
Useless as fuck, but if she wants me to be her errand boy, I’ll be her errand boy.
“Got it.” I nod once.
She says nothing, and neither do I. For about three seconds.
Then she turns to me again and says, very pointedly, “Right now.”
My mouth threatens to do something I don’t usually allow in public, so I kill it before it can fully happen.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I set my coffee down, rise from the chair, and feel her eyes on me for half a second as I head back toward the house.
Behind me, I hear Jace mutter something to Dom that sounds suspiciously like, “What the fuck was that?” and Dom telling him to drink his coffee.
The hallway is quiet compared to the rest of the house. Most of the kids are outside or being herded toward whatever the first organized activity is for the day.
I walk toward the door at the back of the first-floor hallway, the rhythmic sounds coming from inside growing louder with every step.
I push the door open and walk straight into Tanner, balls-deep in Stacey.
Tanner has her bent over a stack of mats with her shorts around her ankles, pounding away. He doesn’t even stop his rhythm when the door opens. He just glances over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his face.
“Shit, sorry, man,” he says, completely unbothered. “Give us five?”
Stacey’s head snaps toward me, eyes wide with pure horror.
Her tits are out, bouncing with every thrust, and the second she sees me, her face goes red.
She scrambles to cover herself, arms flying over her chest like that’s going to undo the last thirty seconds.
She probably thinks I’m standing here devastated that someone else got to her first.
I couldn’t care less. Actually, I’m relieved. Good for Tanner. Productive morning.
I tilt my chin toward the shelf behind Tanner’s head.
“I need the markers.”
Tanner reaches up with one hand and tosses them to me.
I catch them one-handed and reach for the door handle.
Stacey makes a mortified sound and tries to hide her face.