CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
– ZORA –
Bliss. The simple things in life can become a beacon calling you home, and for me it’s making love with the only man who holds my heart.
A final step to soothe the lacerations in my brain caused by Ramiro to turn them into scars.
A healing process that’s different for each person when it comes to overcoming trauma and living with the tragic debris rooted inside your head.
A moan tumbles from my lips when I shift my hips.
Slowly, I lift up and slide back down, loving the feel of Grayer deep inside my body.
I only closed my eyes when my orgasm hit when he was pleasuring me with his mouth.
The rest of the time I keep them wide open. To ground me and stay in this moment.
I shove at his chest and he lets himself fall back on the bed.
Placing my hands on his chest, I start to slowly ride him as we stare at one another.
Tingles flow through me, letting the pleasure we create flow through my veins.
He’s completely bare beneath me while I’m still wearing my shirt as a barrier.
Ramiro drugged me which only gave me flashes of him above me, and the ache of my body as a reminder of what he did to me. Though, he used my breasts as a way to inflict pain and even before they were highly sensitive.
Gritting my teeth, I shove the reminder away and grip the hem of my shirt.
I pull the fabric over my head and let the fabric fall to the floor.
Grayer’s gaze roams over my breasts, pure hunger openly reflects in his stare, making them ache.
I might be able to have sex, but I’m afraid if he touches my breasts it will trigger memories.
Shit. That thought already does as my hips falter.
“Don’t touch,” I croak.
Grayer’s hips go off the bed when he thrusts up.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he huskily rumbles and both his hands squeeze my ass. “I love this ass, those tits, your hot tight pussy squeezing my cock.”
I moan and feel his piercings hit a spot inside me that sends sparks of pleasure throughout my body. We were one another’s first and back then we had no clue what we were doing while now...oh, man...those piercings bring a whole new level of pleasure into the mix.
Grinding my hips, I feel my orgasm building. Our breathing picks up, just like Grayer’s thrusts until we’re both a sweaty panting mess. I can’t keep my eyes open when the intensity becomes too much.
I’m flying, completely thrown into bliss.
Faintly I hear Grayer roar out his release and feel him pulse inside me.
I’m completely spent and crumble onto his chest. His strong arms pull me close.
Our hearts are racing, we’re breathing heavy, and our sweaty naked bodies are plastered together.
Nothing feels more perfect than this moment.
The sound of footsteps makes me realize I must have dozed off.
“Sorry,” Grayer mumbles and leans in to gives me a kiss. “I wanted to let you sleep a little longer. Spence called. I’m heading into church to talk shit through with the rest of the brothers, okay? Come find me when you’re ready.”
I stretch my arms over my head, wincing slightly at the pull of the wounds from the glass. The sheet falls away, exposing my breasts.
Grayer’s eyes lock on them and he licks his lips and grumbles, “Why did I leave the damn bed again?”
“Work,” I regretfully tell him, and then make the mistake of throwing the blankets off and getting out of bed.
Naked. I’m completely naked before him and his heated gaze should make me feel wanted, but the leaking mess between my legs kinda ruins it.
Crossing my legs, I mutter, “I need a shower.”
“Or you could put on some panties and keep my spunk covering your sweet pussy all day. If you do shower, I’ll have no other choice but to fill it up again.
Fuck.” He reaches down and adjusts himself.
“Yeah, either way is a fuckin’ turn on. I have a feeling you’ll be round with my child very soon.
Dammit. You make me crazy, woman...wanting every-fucking-thing all at once when it comes to you. ”
All I can do is stare while I process his words.
He shoots me a wink and smirks before he says, “I’m gonna leave you to it. Like I said, come find me when you’re ready.”
For what? Another round? Work on getting pregnant? Wait...those are considered the same thing. Ugh. Shower. I need it. I rush to the bathroom while Grayer leaves the room. Once I’ve taken a long shower, I notice it’s still early in the evening.
With what happened hours ago in the main room of the clubhouse it’s still a harsh reminder. Definitely not something I will forget, even if they cleaned everything up. Neo shoving a gun in my hand and not knowing how to use it. The way he protected me, got hurt, saved Fawkes, and died.
“Everything okay, Z?” Fawkes asks.
My head turns his way, and I realize I’ve been staring at the bar for who knows how long.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “Sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”
Fawkes bobs his head. “Understandable.”
I point at church and ask, “Shouldn’t you be in there?”
“I was at the hospital, waiting for Stellan to come out of surgery. All went well, so I messaged Prez to let him know I’d go by Neo’s parents to give them the tragic news. I hate phones.” He falls silent.
My throat clogs up. It’s not just Neo we lost, Stellan was injured as well. How did that little detail slip out of my mind too while I was the one who helped him before the EMTs arrived?
Making food to keep my hands busy distracted my mind, and then I made the decision and pulled Grayer into our bedroom. All distractions to keep from thinking about everything that happened.
I take a step in Fawkes’s direction. “I should ask you if everything’s okay. You’re still going, being confronted with everything at the hospital and Neo’s parents. Have you eaten something?”
As if on cue his stomach rumbles.
Slightly patting his upper arm, I tell him, “Come on, I’m going to fix you something to eat.”
He drags his feet but at least he’s following me. The chili I made was hours ago and they ate everything. I pull a few things from the fridge and make him a sandwich.
When I’ve placed the plate in front of him, along with a bottle of water, I ask, “So, you hate phones?”
He takes a bite of his sandwich and slowly bobs his head as he chews.
Between bites he starts to explain how he’s always hated the things and how he was captured recently and how they put a bug in there.
Which leads to his fierce statement that he’s not a rat, and then he gives me a small background story about his family.
I’ve just made him a second sandwich when Grayer strolls into the kitchen. He glances at Fawkes and then at me as I place the sandwich in front of him.
“Hey,” I murmur.
He gives me a warm smile and steps closer to kiss me. “Hey, darlin’.”
Pulling a chair out, he takes a seat next to Fawkes. “Thanks for visiting Neo’s parents. Do they want us to handle everything?”
“No.” Fawkes swallows his bite. “They will make all the arrangements and will let us know the details.”
Grayer releases a deep sigh. “Figured as much.”
I have no clue what to say, so I walk to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. He smiles when I hand it to him.
“She really enjoys taking care of people,” Fawkes states and shoves the rest of his sandwich in his mouth.
Grayer reaches out and takes my hand to bring it to his mouth and place a kiss on my knuckles. My stomach flips and my heart skips a beat. What this man feels for me is written all over his face.
“She’s one in a lifetime. Can you believe I stepped away from her to be the bigger fucking person?
” Grayer glances at me. “It was too damn hard to return to my hometown and face you. My father always kept me up to date about you, and when he died I knew I’d come face-to-face with you.
Hell, somewhere deep down I hoped for a second chance, and I knew I wouldn’t leave without getting a second chance once we ran into one another. If I knew then what I know now...”
“That shit never flies. All that matters is you two having a second chance, so don’t fuck it up. Life’s too damn short,” Fawkes states, shoves his chair back, and walks right out of the kitchen.