by Scott, J. S.
It was both torture and bliss every time he brushed against the small bundle of nerves that needed more attention.
“Zeke,” I pleaded as I yanked on his hair. “Please. More.”
I yelped when his teeth bit down gently on my clit, gasping as I finally got what I needed, his teeth and tongue playing my body like a violin.
My climax rolled over me like a freight train. There was no slow build, no real warning. My orgasm pummeled me as Zeke continued to lap at the juices that spilled from me as I flew over the edge.
“Oh, my God. Yes! Zeke!” I screamed as I fisted his hair to keep my body from flying into outer space.
When it was over, I was left panting and helpless on the bed as Zeke climbed slowly up my body.
I felt every movement, the connection of our bodies as he moved over me.
“You taste sweeter than I could have ever imagined,” he rasped as his face moved into my line of vision.
I searched his eyes, but I couldn’t see one inkling that he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the act, but there was still an audacious lust glinting in his beautiful eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he swooped down to kiss me.
I tasted Zeke.
I tasted myself.
I tasted sinful, wicked pleasure.
And dammit! It was the sweetest, most delicious thing I’d ever tasted before in my life.
“Fuck me,” I insisted as he ended the embrace.
“So demanding,” he said with a hint of humor, though his eyes were so intent that they pinned me to the pillow.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Are you complaining?” I said as I lifted my hips to grind against him, my body ravenous to feel him inside me.
He reached down and positioned himself as he groaned, “Hell, no. I just want you to feel as damn desperate as I do.”
“Mission accomplished,” I said with a strangled sound of need.
“Thank fuck!” he answered.
With one swift, powerful movement, he buried himself to his balls inside me.
I gasped as he stretched me. It didn’t hurt, but I was hard-pressed to take his length and girth.
“You’re so big,” I said breathlessly.
“Are you okay?” His voice was suddenly concerned.
“If you stop, I’ll never forgive you,” I warned.
He gently pushed the hair from my face. “This has to be good for you, too, Lia. If it isn’t, there’s no reason to keep going for me.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I met his gaze. His blue eyes were tempestuous and molten. But I could see that he really meant what he said, and it touched a place so deep in my heart that it took me by surprise. “You mean that,” I whispered.
“Of course I mean it. I need you with me, Lia. If you’re not, what’s the damn point?” he grumbled.
I reached up and stroked his tight jaw. “You’re so amazing, Zeke.”
He was trying to say that my pleasure was his, and I already knew his pleasure was mine. We were so damn connected that it made my heart ache.
“Right now I’m impatient,” he answered gutturally. “Talk to me, baby. Communicate with me. I have to know that you want this as much as I do.”
The stretching sensation was no longer uncomfortable, and the need for him to fuck me was almost unbearable.
“I need you,” I said simply, grinding up against him again. “So much that it might be you who needs to keep up.”
“You have me,” he ground out as he pulled back until he was almost out, and then thrust his enormous cock back inside me again with a little less force.
“Then show me,” I begged. “Because there’s nothing I need more than for you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“I mean it,” he grunted, and then began to move in a rhythm that left me mindless.
I moaned, my hands trying to touch every bare inch of his skin as he claimed my body in a way I’d never thought possible.
I felt him.
I tasted him.
Zeke surrounded me, and our bodies merged together like a long lost puzzle piece had slipped into that final empty space.
Every forceful thrust was both a relief and a torment, but my body responded to him with sublime gratification.
I reveled in every stroke of his cock, every one of his ragged groans, my hips lifting to receive him every single time.
My legs tightened around him, and I ground against him every time he buried himself deep.
We were so close, yet not quite close enough.
“Harder,” I cried. “Don’t hold anything back. Please.”
The feel of Zeke was addictive, and my body greedily wanted everything he had to give me.
He obliged me by moving harder. Faster. His movements were so quick and rapid that I couldn’t keep up. So I just hung on for dear life.
“Come for me, Lia. Let go.” His voice was urgently persuasive, but equally demanding.
I felt like seeing me climax was his only mission in life at the moment.
I love you. God, I love you so much.
I wanted to say the words aloud, but I couldn’t get them out of my mouth. I was suddenly catapulted into a powerful orgasm, a climax that tore through my soul as it ripped through my body.
“Zeke!” I cried out, unable to get another word past my lips.
My core clenched hard, and spasmed powerfully around his cock.
“Fuck. Lia. Yeah, baby, keep coming around my cock. Just like that. It feels so damn good,” he groaned.
Our eyes locked, and I watched him, fascinated, as my chaotic spasms milked him to his own release.
His mouth came down firmly on mine, and I was speechless by the time we ended the frantic embrace.
I was a panting, shaking mess when he rolled me on top of him and held me, our bodies still slick with sweat.
It wasn’t like I didn’t want to say something, but I was so stunned that I didn’t know what to say.
Zeke had just proved to me that I wasn’t incapable of having really hot sex.
He’d been absolutely correct.
I’d just always been with the wrong guys.
Apparently, the only man who could awaken that kind of passion in me was…Zeke.
“Okay?” he asked in a deep, throaty voice.
“Definitely okay,” I answered as I buried my face into his warm neck.
He stroked a hand over my back in a slow, soothing motion that was almost decadent.
I moved to his side and cuddled against him, reveling in the feel of his hot, powerful body against mine.
For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.
I felt wanted and desired.
I felt needed, without a single condition.
As I drifted off to sleep because I just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open, I felt like I was finally exactly where I belonged.
Zeke
“Do you remember my twenty-first birthday?” Lia asked softly.
“Every second of it,” I assured her. “Do you want me to tell you what happened that night?”
I was honestly hoping she didn’t want to know. It was an event that we’d both avoided talking about for a long time.
Her, because she didn’t remember a thing that happened that night.
And me, because I remembered everything.
She snuggled up to my side in the double lounger on the patio of our suite, and let out a thoughtful sigh.
We’d made it a habit to end our evenings out here, just listening to the sounds of the ocean and relaxing in the balmy nights. Hell, I was never happier than when I had Lia’s gorgeous body sprawled alongside me or on top of me.
She’s been so damn happy for the last several days.
Granted, the two of us were frequently drowning in
sexual bliss, but it wasn’t just…that. She laughed more, she hesitated less, and she wasn’t really confused about the whole Stuart situation anymore.
And, oh yeah, she looked at me like I was the only man she needed. She was audacious and flirty when her eyes swept over me with a covetous expression that got my dick hard every single time she did it.
Lia had absolutely no problem reaching out for what she wanted right now. We’d barely gotten through the door of our suite after dinner tonight before she’d grabbed exactly what she’d needed, which, thankfully, had been me. She’d ridden me into oblivion in one of the chairs because she said I was taking much too long to get her into the bedroom.
Seriously? If that’s what I got for being slow, I’d move like a sloth all the damn time.
“No. I don’t need you to tell me, Zeke. I remember.”
The light was too dim for me to completely see her face, but I could tell by her tone that she was telling the truth. “Why didn’t you say something? You always acted like you didn’t remember.”
“I was mortified the next morning,” she explained. “I felt like an idiot because I’d literally thrown myself at you and you’d told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t what you wanted. You were wrong about me feeling different when I was sober, though. I was attracted to you, and I did want to have sex with you. I was just too afraid to say anything. I’m not sure exactly when it started, but it was way before that night. Although I did realize the next day that I absolutely had to accept that we’d never be more than friends.”
“Jesus, Lia, I didn’t say that I didn’t want—”
“Yes, you did,” I interrupted. “You distinctly said ‘I don’t want this and neither do you’ that night. You couldn’t get away from me fast enough.”
I was momentarily stunned into silence. Obviously, she did remember most of the details. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before I finally muttered, “You never mentioned it again. I thought you forgot the whole incident. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to turn that offer down, even though I knew you were drunk? I had to either back away from temptation, or screw up a very important friendship. It wasn’t that I didn’t want you. I just didn’t want you unless you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“I didn’t want to mess up our friendship, either, and since I thought you’d never want me as anything more, I completely buried those desires. I never acknowledged it again, not even to myself, but I’m starting to think it never quite died.”
My mind flashed back to the words that Jett had said before Lia and I had gotten married.
“I think if you could manage to find that part of Lia that wants you to love her, and she knows you’re there to love her back, it might change everything for both of you.”
Hell, if there was even a small possibility that she wanted me to love her, those emotions were already there for her, waiting.
My voice was rough and raw as I told her, “Had you given me a single sign that you wanted the same damn thing once you were sober, I would have reacted much differently. I just had to know that it wasn’t the alcohol talking.”
She let out a deep breath. “I think my lack of inhibitions was the only thing that allowed me to actually say it out loud, but it wasn’t something I wanted just because I was drunk. I guess the point is, you were really the only guy I’ve ever wanted like this. I lost my virginity at eighteen, while you were away at college. I don’t think either one of us knew what we were doing, so I chalked that sexual relationship failure up to inexperience. I think the second guy was more of an experimental boyfriend after my twenty-first birthday because any possibility of being with you was gone. And then there was Stuart. I think we both realize that Stuart was an enormous, two-year mistake that never should have happened. What I’m trying to say is that you’re the only guy who has ever made me crazy with lust. Maybe I blocked it for years, but it’s not like this has never happened before with you.”
My head flopped back against the headrest of the lounger, and I let out a groan. “Fuck! I wish you would have given me some kind of clue.”
I felt her shrug. “I didn’t know I was blocking it. Not consciously. Not until I actually realized that you really did want me a few days ago.”
“A few days ago?” I growled. “Lia, I’ve known that I wanted to make our friendship a whole lot more since I moved back from the East Coast after law school. Honestly, it was probably way before that because I know if you’d repeated what you said on your twenty-first birthday, I would have been all over that, too. All I ever had was one drunken proposition that I couldn’t act on, without a single sober sign that you wanted me.”
“I didn’t want to go there again,” she confessed. “I was grateful that we were still friends after that. So, somehow I managed to push even the idea of ever being intimate with you completely out of my head. I don’t think those feelings ever completely went away, but if you were completely off-limits, I had to let it go.”
I tried like hell not to think about every single missed opportunity I’d let slip by in the past. If Lia had said a single word about those emotions after her twenty-first birthday, we probably would have been here in Playa celebrating our anniversary instead of our honeymoon.
“Just for the record,” I informed her. “No other woman has ever made me as crazy as you do, either. I’m not going to try to tell you that I haven’t had enjoyable sex in the past, because I have. But not like this, Lia. Never like it is with you.”
“Maybe it’s just because it’s so new for both of us,” Lia considered. “We’ll get bored eventually, right? This was meant to be temporary, so maybe by the time—”
I found her mouth in the dim light, and kissed her until I hoped she’d forget what she’d been about to say. When I was done, my voice was ragged as I said, “I don’t want either of us to look at this relationship like it’s an arrangement or temporary, Lia. For me, it’s not. It’s very real. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the two of us should have been together all along? We’ve always been connected. Neither one of us have ever been happy with anybody else. I’ve always intended to put every effort into making this marriage last. You and I…we fit, Lia. We always have. In every way.”
She moved until she was half on top of me, threaded a hand through my hair, and put her head on my chest with a long sigh.
Christ! I fucking loved it when she did that, like she could never get close enough.
I knew that feeling. I put my hand on her gorgeous ass and the other around her shoulders, wanting to wrap her around me until nothing could separate the two of us again.
“Sometimes, the way we fit is almost scary,” she confessed in a hesitant voice. “You’ve been part of my life for so long that I think I’m terrified to think about how it would be if you weren’t. But I’m not sure the friendship thing would be enough for me anymore.”
“I couldn’t do it,” I said honestly. “Not after we’ve been like this, not after you’ve been this damn close to me.”
After this woman had seeped into every part of my body, my heart, and my soul, there was no damn way I could back away again.
“I want to be with you more than I want to keep being terrified that it won’t work, so I’ll put everything I have into this marriage, too, Zeke,” she vowed. “I’ll do everything I can to make you as happy as I am right now.”
My heart felt like it cracked wide open. Hell, she thought she was happy? She had no idea what it did to me to know she was going to stop thinking of me as a temporary groom. That there was nothing about our marriage that wasn’t completely real to either one of us. I kissed the top of her head. “Already there, baby.”
Maybe things could have been resolved between us years ago, but it was possible that all those years of waiting were exactly what made things just as damn sweet as they were right now.
Lia
It
wasn’t until the very last day of our honeymoon that I realized, and could readily accept, that I’d always been in love with my best friend.
After Zeke’s humbling rejection of me on my twenty-first birthday, I’d just never wanted those emotions to see the light of day ever again.
It had been way too raw, and much too painful.
Any guy I would have ended up with would have been the wrong one, even if he’d treated me better than Stuart had.
I let out a happy, contented sigh.
Zeke had proved to me, over and over again, that there was nothing wrong with me. In fact, he’d seemed to enjoy demonstrating it on every surface of our gorgeous suite.
Maybe I wasn’t completely recovered from my dysfunctional relationship with Stuart, but I’d be returning to Seattle a lot more like myself than I had been when we’d left.
Every time Zeke touched me, I became bonded just a little deeper to him, and even though I was scared, I didn’t regret letting it happen. If I was only going to get one shot at being with the guy I really loved, I was going to take it.
“You look deep in thought, beautiful,” Zeke said as he came out onto the balcony where I was having my morning coffee.
I shook my head. “I was just enjoying the view. It’s so beautiful here.”
We had a glorious suite that faced the ocean, and it was calming to wake up to the turquoise-colored Caribbean, and the lush, tropical green foliage every day.
My eyes ran lovingly over Zeke’s hard body and handsome face, wondering if I’d ever get used to the fact that this beautiful man was mine. His hair was mussed up because he’d just climbed out of bed, but he’d never looked more gorgeous.
I watched as he poured himself a coffee, and sat down at the table with me.
“How do you manage to look incredibly hot when you just rolled out of bed?” I asked him with a smile.
He shrugged his strong shoulders as he replied, “Probably the same way you manage to look so beautiful right now.”
He said the words so sincerely that they flustered me. I reached up and ran a hand through my messy hair. “I have bedhead. You don’t,” I argued.