Chapter 19 #2
“He’s not with his mom, she isn’t in the picture.
” My brows crease as I consider this new information.
Now that I think of it, Diego has been at the penthouse every night since I arrived.
This also throws Zeke into a whole new shade of devoted father.
I knew he was a great dad, that much is obvious, but to be a single father?
Something bright and primal heats my chest. It’s quickly doused by rage that a woman could abandon a kid like that.
I guess being a shitty person doesn’t discriminate between genders.
“You said he was with his mom's side of the family this weekend.” This is the only lame response I can choke out. I should be conveying how sorry I am that Diego’s mom isn’t there for his son, but he’s closing in on me slowly with a look on his face like he’s going to eat me for breakfast. Would that be so bad?
the slutty part of my brain drawls as it whirls to life.
“Her father, his grandpa—he’s the only one Diego has a relationship with.”
No wonder the kid crawls into bed with me, he’s starved for female attention.
“Right.” my voice sounds rough even to my own ears and I turn, picking up my clothes with every intention of heading back to the bathroom.
Large hands plant on the desk on either side of my hips and the baby hairs at the back of my neck prickle with awareness.
Swallowing roughly, I turn. He’s leaning over me, scanning me with suspicious, narrowed eyes.
“You were in that shower for a long time.”
“Aw, big guy! When did you learn to tell time?” I use the same voice I would when speaking to Diego—overly enthusiastic—and reach up to pat his scratchy jaw with a level of teasing I don’t feel.
He’s too close and all too undressed. Pine, musk, and something that is inherently…
him claws at my nostrils and that infuriatingly unsatisfied tightness in my lower belly is making itself known again.
One hand swipes up to snatch my hand from his face, and all the air whooshes out of my lungs when he tilts his head and delivers a sharp bite to my palm.
“It’s funny, I could have sworn I heard something,” he murmurs against my skin before dropping our hands to the side, but he doesn’t let go.
His gaze darts down as he brushes a thumb over the indents his teeth just made.
The muscles in his jaw clamp tightly shut and flex. “Were you touching yourself, Chloe?”
Busted. His glittering gaze snares me, caging me in just as much as his arms. Fight or flight? Denial or brazen admission? The answer rings clear as day in my mind. I’ve never been one to run from a fight. Tipping my chin, I meet him head on. “So what if I was?”
Lightning flashes in those stormy orbs. “Tell me, mi fuego, were you thinking of me?”
Trembles feather through my knees, my heart pounding in my ribcage so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. I need to get away from him before I do something stupid. “Your brother, actually.” I throw the first piece of shrapnel I can lay my hands on at him.
He rears his head back a few inches, nostrils flared.
One large, calloused hand reaches up to clamp around my neck, just below my jawline.
“Nice try, mi dulce pequena mentirosa. Keep going and I’ll fuck those asinine words right out of your mouth.
” Flames lick at my cheeks, my lips falling open on a stuttered intake of breath.
I can feel my pulse thrumming traitorously like a hummingbird’s wings under his long fingers, and he lets out a dark chuckle as he squeezes.
“I’ll leave the door unlocked, in case you’re brave enough to come and watch the show.
” He leans his dark head down and my eyelids flutter shut just a moment before he dusts his lips over them in a tender gesture so far removed from his filthy words.
He turns and stalks toward the bathroom, giving me a fantastic view of his broadly muscled back and tight ass. The second the door clicks shut, I collapse back into the desk, my hand pressed to my sternum. “Holy fuck.”
I stay frozen as the sound of the shower picks up.
Awareness lingers over every inch of skin he’s touched, like he’s branded me.
My tongue darts across my lower lip before I suck it into my mouth and bite down, hard.
Has he out-bluffed me? Laying down a gauntlet like that, knowing I wouldn’t be able to think about anything other than the fact he’s touching himself in there, is bold.
Perhaps bolder than I would have the balls to be.
My eyes dart around the room, indecision warring.
I want to go in. There is no denying that. The thought of seeing him naked and pleasuring himself is enough to send a flash of tight, frantic need through my navel. Bowing my head, my eyes flutter shut as a stuttered groan escapes.
Are you really going to pass up on an opportunity to see a man like that naked?
It’s this thought that has me flinging my clothes back onto the desk and striding over to the closed bathroom door.
The cool metal bleeds into my fingers as they linger on the handle, hesitating.
Was he kidding and I’m about to find it locked?
Twisting the handle sideways, the soft click sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Fuck. It really is open. The spray of water swells as I crack the door open a couple of inches.
Then a couple more. Steam hits me and then…
Zeke has one arm braced on the glass partition facing the door, tall enough so that his fingers curl over the top.
Dark, fiery eyes snap to mine, the faintest trace of a smirk twitching at his parted lips.
My eyes drop. Water beats down on endless tawny skin, his dark hair plastered to his head, every chiseled line and divot on his tall, muscular body glistening.
My lips part on a sharp gasp as my gaze follows that deliciously defined V of muscle at the base of his torso.
Color pools in my cheeks when it reaches his large hand fisted around the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.
If someone had told me that I would consider a penis good looking, I would have laughed.
But here and now? Seeing him? It’s perfectly sculpted, thick, and snaked with mouthwatering veins.
His large fist rolls lazily up to the dusky, wide, rounded head and pumps twice.
Fuck. My thighs clench together and I’m pretty sure my eyes are as wide as saucers.
I’m transfixed. Frozen to the spot like my feet have grown roots. Dickmatized.
“Sit on the vanity, Chloe.” The rough command slices the steamy, thick air, leaving no room for question.
Swallowing roughly, I force my leaden feet to move and pull myself up to perch on the ledge.
The steamy wet surface slips against the backs of my thighs and air sucks into my chest a little heavier as I watch his fist lazily pump, before my eyes jerk back to his.
“Good girl,” he growls, and I catch a little jerk of his hips into his fist. My fingers grip the edge of the vanity, nails almost bending backward, every cell in my body ready to combust and turn to ashes beneath his smoldering gaze.
“Feet on the edge—show me that pretty pussy,” he grates, his lips parted as he blows out a rough breath and thrusts into his fist.
I almost moan at the sight of it. All straining muscles and sliding, wet skin.
Fucking orgasmic. It’s so distracting that I don’t quite process the command.
“Chloe,” he snaps, drawing my attention away from his throbbing cock.
“When we’re like this, you do as I tell you. ” Thrust. Thrust. “Got that?”
I bite down on my lip and nod, leaning back so I can hook my heels onto the edge of the counter.
It’s like all of my feminism has evaporated into a puff of smoke, drifting away on the breeze to nothing.
If he told me to get on my knees and bark like a dog…
hell, I probably would. Sucking in a deep breath, I let my knees fall to the side, baring myself to him.
“Fuck!” he groans, drawing out the word into a low throaty sound as his knuckles whiten on the top of the shower door.
His eyes are glued to my center, his high cheekbones lightly flushed, and his lips parted.
His fist begins to roll back and forth up his length in controlled movements, but he gnashes his teeth together like it’s taking every effort he has to hold back.
“Your pussy is perfect; cielo en la tierra.” My cheeks burn viciously as every muscle below my waistline clenches. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
I’m not sure how this spiraled out of control so quickly, but I’m so far gone that my fingers eagerly leap into action without an ounce of hesitation.
Weeks of tension pulse through my veins, twining with a fiery need that takes my breath away.
Lightning sparks in those inky irises as my fingers crest along my clit, swiping and circling, before plunging into my soaked entrance.
He grunts, his hips bucking as he flashes white teeth at me through the steam.
“God, I want to fuck you. See how hard you make me?”
I moan, shuddering as I repeat the process again and nod. Desperation has me barreling toward that invisible finish line so quickly I’m scared it might tear me to shreds before I’m ready.
“My greedy girl, are you going to come for me already?” His voice drips with dark taunting, but I’m too lost in the sight of his veined forearm flexing as he bucks harder and faster into his fist and the tightly winding knot of pleasure behind my hip bones to care.
“Is this what you want?” He drops his hand from the door, laying his palm out flat and thudding the thick, heavy length of his cock wetly against it twice.
“Yes,” I groan, my head tipping back as the first shiver of release teases the tip of my spine.