I guess it’s the Disney effect.
Gigi is clapping her hands with excitement. When we’re halfway through the show, the Tangled part comes on. Chinese lantern effects are floating up Sleeping Beauty’s castle, and “I See the Light” starts to play. Gigi is practically bouncing on Zeus’s shoulders. He has to steady her with one arm banded over his chest, holding her legs there.
“Tangled! Wook, Mommy! Daddy! It’s Tangled! ’Punzel and Flynn! I loves Flynn!” She starts to loudly sing along to the song.
I’m smiling up at her when I see Zeus’s lips moving along to the song with her.
I grin at him. Big, tough Zeus Kincaid is singing a Disney song. And, inside, I’m melting.
And tired of fighting that I want him.
Zeus catches me watching him. He smiles that beautiful smile of his, and my stomach flips.
My hand moves, unbidden, seeking his.
I find it, warm and strong. I slide my palm against his.
His eyes flicker with surprise.
I keep my eyes on him. Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I push my fingers between his, giving him no doubt of what’s on my mind.
His expression changes, becoming dark and serious and wanting.
I’m playing a dangerous game. I know that.
But I want him.
I’m not fighting it anymore tonight.
Tomorrow, I’ll go back to fighting.
But, tonight, I’m putting down my gloves.
Gigi is asleep on Zeus’s shoulders before we even leave Main Street. Steve and Donovan accompany us back to the hotel, seeing us to our suite.
While Zeus carries Gigi to bed, I lock up. I take the bag with Gigi’s evening purchases into the living room. That girl is getting spoiled rotten here, but then, if you can’t spoil your kid in Disney, where can you spoil them?
Then, I go into the little kitchen area and grab two bottles of beer out of the mini fridge. I pop the caps off them both.
I take a much-needed swig from my bottle before carrying them out into the living room.
I’m not a big drinker, and Zeus rarely drinks due to his training, but I figure we deserve one after a long day of fun.
And I’m not in any way trying to get him drunk, so I can have my wicked ways with him. I know I don’t need that to get Zeus.
He’s made it more than plainly clear that he wants me.
No, this is Dutch courage for me. And I don’t want to drink alone.
I put my bottle down next to Zeus’s and stand at the window, looking out over the park.
I hear the click of Gigi’s bedroom door shutting.
I turn to see him coming into the living room.
“She okay?”
“Out for the count,” he says, walking toward me.
“I got you a beer.” I indicate to his bottle on the coffee table.
He doesn’t acknowledge what I just said. He walks straight past the beer and toward me.
That’s when I recognize the look in his eyes. I saw it plenty of times over the years we were together. His hunting look.
My legs start to tremble. My stomach somersaulting.
And, even though I want this…him…I find myself backing up, pancaking myself to the window.
He reaches me, chest flush against mine. His big hands slide down my thighs, curling around the backs of them, and he lifts me off the floor, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice quietly shaking.
Stupid question. Because I know exactly what he’s doing. What I’ve wanted him to do since we arrived here. What I told him with my actions earlier.
He brings his face closer to mine. “You know exactly what I’m doing. Giving you what we both want.” Then, he covers my mouth with his and kisses me.
I immediately open up for him. His mouth is hot against mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, making me moan.
I press myself closer to him.
He deepens the kiss. A day’s worth of stubble is scratching against my skin, turning me on further, reminding me of how it used to feel against the tender skin of my inner thighs.
The thought makes me clench my thighs tighter around him.
I’m needy, and I want him badly.
“Bedroom,” I say against his lips. It’s all I can manage to say.
Zeus moves us through the space, heading for the room he’s been sleeping in, while I devour every inch of skin on his neck.
He carries me into the room and closes the door behind him.
“Does it have a lock?” I ask him.
“No.”
“Gigi might wake up and come in.”
“Babe, she’s not waking up for anything or anybody.”
True. When my girl’s out, she’s out.
“Okay,” I breathe. Then, I kiss him again.
He carries me over to the bed, putting me down on the edge of it.
He takes a step back. His eyes roam over me, making me shiver.
“Strip,” he says, his voice like gravel.
On command, I reach for the hem of my top and pull it over my head before sense climbs into my brain.
I toss my top to the floor and then say, “Just because we’re doing this, it doesn’t mean we’re getting back together.”
“Mmhmm,” is his response.
“Zeus.” I frown.
“Dove.”
“Say it.”
His brows pull together. “It doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. Satisfied?”
No.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, lift your skirt up and show me that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
God, I love it when he talks to me like this. All dirty and domineering.
And, now that we’ve got the preliminaries out of the way, I’ll do whatever he asks me to do.
I part my legs and pull my skirt up.
His eyes darken. “Your panties are blocking my view.”
Smiling salaciously, I lift my ass and slip my panties down my legs. I kick them aside.
Fingers on my thighs, I tease my skirt back up, over my hips, and then I open my legs again, giving him the view he wants. “Satisfied?” I throw his earlier comment back at him.
“Almost…” He presses his index finger to his lips. “Spread those legs wider, ballerina.” He indicates, using the same finger.
Annoyance rises in my throat. “I’m not a ballerina anymore, remember?”
His jaw tightens. “I remember. Now, spread your legs.”
Defiance pokes at me. I open my legs a fraction wider.
Irritation flashes in his eyes.
He walks forward, standing between my legs, and drops down to his knees, so we’re at eye-level.
He leans in and puts his mouth against my ear. My breath stutters.
“You can do better than that. Don’t forget, I know exactly how flexible you are.”
I don’t get a chance to tell him that I’m also five years older and that I have had a baby since then. Because, the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, my legs are spread akimbo, and Zeus’s mouth is on my pussy.
And, apparently, I am still that flexible.
“God,” I breathe.
His eyes lift to mine, his mouth glistening with me. “That’s what they say, baby.”
“Cocky bastard,” I mutter.
“And you know that I definitely have the goods to back that fact up.”
I smile despite myself.
But the smile is wiped off a second later, replaced with a muffled cry of pleasure, when he puts his mouth back on me, sucking my clit.
His finger pushes inside me a second later, quickly followed by another, and then he fucks me with them.
I’m writhing with need, needing more…needing all of him.
His free hand clamps down over my stomach, holding me in place.
“Play with your tits,” he roughly orders me.
He always did like to
see me touching myself. Well, when he could get involved, too.
God, I remember the times I would tease him, touching myself, turning him on to the point of madness, when he couldn’t have sex with me because he had a fight the next day and was in abstinence.
After his fight was done though, I would get the hell fucked out of me. Just the way I liked it.
I unclip my bra. Thank God for front fastening.
My hands go to my breasts. Cupping one in each hand, I roll my nipples between my fingers while he mercilessly licks, sucks, and bites my clit.
“Z…I’m close…” I groan. And boy am I ever.
Zeus is the only one who’s ever been able to get me off this quickly. With other men, it’s always taken longer.
Maybe it’s because he’s the one who taught me about my body…taught me about sex. He was the first guy I slept with.
I, once upon a long time ago, thought he would be the only guy I’d have sex with.
Turned out, I was wrong. But I won’t go down that road of bitterness right now.
Not while he’s giving me the incredible pleasure that he is at this moment in time.
His fingers slip out of me, replaced by his tongue. It plunges in me as he fucks me with it.
His thumb presses down on my clit, and like a hot button, I come apart. Every muscle in my body contracting, my clit pulsing, I ride the waves of my orgasm with quiet, muffled curses before I sag, boneless, into the bed.
I feel Zeus move.
I lift my head.
He’s standing at the foot of the bed. His erection is straining through his jeans.
The sight of it makes my mouth water.
I sit up on the bed. I slip my bra off my arms and throw it to the floor.
I still have my skirt on. So, I stand up on the bed and shimmy it down my hips. Unzip it and then push it down my legs, ridding myself of my last item of clothing.
Zeus’s eyes watch me the whole time.
In all my confidence in the knowledge of how much he wants me, I forgot that this is the first time that Zeus has seen me naked since I had Gigi. We didn’t exactly get to the naked part the last time we had sex. We were in too much of a rush to undress.
Not this time though.
And don’t get me wrong; I am in good shape, thanks to the dancing. But my stomach is a bit more rounded than it used to be. No six-pack for this mama. And I have some stretch marks. Cellulite on my ass and thighs. And my boobs aren’t as perky as they used to be pre-breastfeeding.
“God, Cam,” he says roughly. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful now than before. You’re impossibly beautiful. I don’t deserve you. I never did. But fuck if I don’t want you. I’m selfish enough to take whatever you’ll give me.”
And my momentary lack of confidence is erased by his words and the way he’s looking at me.
Like I’m everything.
It thrills and terrifies me.
And that’s the problem with us.
I love him. But he hurt me badly. I am terrified to let go in case he does it again.
I whisper past the emotion clogging my throat, “This…me. Right now…this is what I can give you.”
His eyes hold mine, not a flicker of feeling or response in them.
A beat later, he reaches back and pulls his T-shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor.
I immediately see it. “You got another tattoo?” I step off the bed, moving closer.
Zeus had one tattoo that I knew of. He’s had it for as long as I’ve known him. It’s on his back, covering a large portion of it. It’s for his mom. Some of the lyrics from “Amazing Grace” are interwoven around each other with angel wings at either side. It’s a gorgeous tattoo.
But this tattoo is new, and it’s on his chest. His left pec, to be exact. It’s a bird in flight. It’s…
My heart putters to a stop, my eyes flashing up to his.
“Is that a…” I can’t bring myself to say it.
“A dove. Yes.” His eyes carefully watch me.
A multitude of emotions grips me like a hand around my heart. “When did you get it done?” I suddenly feel like I’m talking through cotton wool.
“After the Hagan fight.”
“That was a month after we broke up.” Around the same time that I found out I was pregnant with Gigi. “Why?” I question.
He exhales roughly. “Because I needed something, Cam. Some connection to you. I had nothing left but memories. I had to let you go, and…you on my skin, it was all I could have. I know that probably doesn’t make sense—” He doesn’t get to finish because I launch myself at him.
My mouth collides with his, and I kiss him desperately.
He tightly wraps his arms around me.
The kiss is out of control. Like the feelings swirling through my body.
I attack his jeans with my hands, needing to feel all of him against every part of me.
My hands are trembling with emotion and excitement. I manage to get the button and zipper undone.
Zeus takes over, quickly removing his jeans along with his boxer shorts.
Then, he’s gloriously naked.
God, I’ve missed him.
Our lips crash back together. Our mouths fusing like we’ve never kissed before.
We stumble back to the bed. Hands and mouths everywhere.
Somehow, I end up on top of Zeus.
I push up to sit on him. He stares up at me, watching me with those stunning eyes of his.
I rise up onto my knees and take his cock in my hand. Curling my fingers around it, I squeeze hard.
A sound of pleasure hisses between his clenched teeth.
And it empowers me to take what I want right now.
Him.
I position his cock at my entrance. Our eyes locked together, I slowly lower myself down onto him. Inch by thick inch until he’s fully seated deep inside me.
The look in his eyes is filled with so much intensity that I can barely take it.
So, breaking the connection, I lean forward and kiss him. I start to move up and down. He threads one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip, guiding my slow strokes.
As the kisses deepen, the tempo of my body speeds up.
The next thing I know, I’m flipped onto my back, and Zeus is taking over.
He sits back on his haunches. The tip of his cock just inside me.
He reaches back and grabs hold of my legs, pushing them forward until my knees are almost pressed to my chest. He holds them there.
Then, he thrusts his cock back in.
“Ahh,” I softly cry out in pleasure as he hits that spot deep within me.
His hands leave my legs and drop to the mattress on either side of my head, and then he starts to fuck me.
I hook my knees over his shoulders as he continues to thrust into me, pounding me with his cock.
Turning his head, he starts to kiss my leg, his tongue stroking the skin, teeth biting, and it feels amazing.
But I know Zeus, and I won’t stay here for long. When he fucks like this, he likes to fuck in as many ways as possible.
And I’m right.
I’m moving. Turned over onto my stomach. Ass in the air. Legs spread. And he’s back inside me.
Hands gripping my ass cheeks, fingers biting into my skin, he thrusts in and out of me. Skin slapping skin in the most delicious way. The sound turning me on even more.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I missed you so fucking much.”
I missed you, too.
His arm comes underneath me, and he lifts me up. Sitting on his haunches, cock still inside me, he puts me in his lap. My back to his chest.
“Ride me,” he whispers roughly into my ear.
So, I do.
With his mouth and tongue on my neck. His hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples. Sweat mists my skin. Slick against his.
One hand leaves my breast and slips between my thighs.
His fingers find my cli
t, and he starts to tease me to the point of madness.
My legs are shaking. My heart racing.
But I keep fucking him, harder and harder, until I’m coming apart in his arms.
I’ve barely finished coming when I’m lifted off him, and my back hits the mattress. A second later, Zeus’s body hits mine. Another second, and he’s back inside me. And, this time, he’s not playing.
This is pure, animalistic fucking.
He’s gone to the edge, ready to go over. I can see it in his eyes.
He needs this. He needs me.
I hook my legs over his hips, wrapping them around his back. I press my hands to his chest. To his tattoo.
Then, I lean up and place a kiss on it.
He stills.
I lay my head back down. His eyes are on mine, and the look in them makes my heart ache.
He takes my face in his hands and leans down to kiss me.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
Then, he’s moving again.
But, now, it doesn’t feel like fucking. It feels an awful lot like making love.
But I can’t bring myself to change the point we’re at.
I want to be here too much.
I feel my second orgasm start to build quickly.
“You’ll come again, Dove.” It’s not a question. It’s a fact.
Zeus knows what he can do to me. Just like I know what I can do to him.
“Yes,” I breathe as I score my nails over his shoulders.
He growls and thrusts hard against me, his pelvis hitting me at just the right point.
“Again,” I gasp.
And he gives me what I want. And he keeps giving it to me until I’m coming again, and I’m coming hard, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles.
“Fuck…” he pants, his head buried in my neck.
A ragged sound escapes him, and I feel him jerk inside me as he starts to come.
We lay here, our uneven breathing the only sound.
Zeus lifts his head from my shoulder. His eyes meeting mine. His stare is smoldering.
He brings his mouth to mine and gently kisses me.
He makes to pull back, but I’m not ready to let him go, so I chase his mouth with mine. Hands sliding up into his hair, I kiss him, telling him with my lips that I don’t want to end this moment just yet, and he’s more than happy to oblige.
We kiss like teenagers making out for the first time, reminding me of another life.
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