Accepting His Home

by Ember Davis

  I run my fingers through his beard and then around the back of his neck. I rock my hips against his and feel his hard cock sliding between my wet folds; the head nudging my clit every time. I try and stay focused, but it’s really fucking hard to do.

  I lick my lips and his eyes turn wild and track the movement. I start to nod and his eyes narrow at me. Right. He needs the words. I barely hold back my eye roll. “Yes, Babe, I’m sure. I need you inside me right now.” I run my nose along his and whisper against his lips, “Please Zeke.”

  He growls against my lips and then slams his lips down against mine. I’m so turned on that I know there’s no way I wouldn’t beg for Zeke to fuck me, but I also got a look of his hard cock and a little sliver of fear rushes through me. He looks huge. Not that I have anything to compare it to, except the little bit of porn I’ve watched.

  Zeke rocks against me and whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry, little fairy, I’ll go slow. I’ll make it so good for you.”

  I moan, “For us.” He pulls back slightly and looks down into my eyes, a questioning look on his face. “It’s your first time too. I want it to be good for you too.”

  Zeke smirks, “Oh, it’ll be good for me.” He kisses down my neck and cants his hips back from mine, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up with me. His lips trail down my chest and he mumbles against my skin, “This is already the best fucking night of my life having you in my arms.”

  He circles his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth as he starts to sink slowly into me. I arch my back and try to move my hips so I take more of him.

  He grips my hip and holds me in place. He grits out, “Don’t Liv, I’m holding on by a thread.”

  I trail my fingers up his arms and then up into his hair. I don’t want him hanging on by a thread, I want him to lose control. He trails his lips across my chest and sucks my other nipple into his mouth.

  I groan and make a needy sound in the back of my throat, “Fuck, Zeke. Please.”

  Zeke bites my nipple and fills me completely with his big hard cock. The sting from him biting me blends with the burn of him stretching me and it just feels fucking amazing. Fucking hell. I moan and dig my fingers into his hair while wrapping my legs tighter around his hips.

  Zeke is panting against my skin and I can feel how tightly coiled his muscles are as he’s trying to hold back and let me adjust to him. His eyes snap to mine as he pulls out and then glides home again. I moan his name and a wicked grin curls across his lips; my pussy clenches around his girth and he groans.

  He sets an unhurried rhythm as he slides in and out of me and I get wetter with every thrust. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He hisses and nibbles along my collarbone.

  He grunts, “Fuck, Livy.”

  I move my hips to match his rhythm and moan every time he’s buried deep inside of me, his pelvis hitting against my clit and pushing me closer to coming. I arch my back and my nipples rub against his light smattering of chest hair. His beard rubs against my skin as he kisses my neck. It feels like every inch of my skin is on high alert just waiting to soak up every drop of pleasure.

  Zeke pulls back and sits back on his knees slightly and my arms fall from his shoulders and I groan at the loss. He grins down at me and the sparkle in his eyes, the lightness in him makes my heartbeat skyrocket. He grips my wrists and pushes them above my head as he starts to fuck me harder and deeper.

  He wraps both of my wrists up in one hand and stretches his body back over mine. I moan his name and he runs his tongue along the column of my throat. I stretch my neck and surrender myself to him.

  He chuckles against my neck, “You like that, little fairy? You like submitting to me?” He punctuates his last question with harder, faster thrusts and my eyes roll back in my head.

  I cry out, “Yes, Zeke! Please. Harder!”

  He growls, “Fuck yes.”

  He fucks me harder and I can feel another orgasm building and starting to barrel down on me. He kisses me, it’s hard and possessive. His fingers grip my wrists harder and push them into the mattress. I moan into his mouth as his other hand snakes down between our bodies to my clit.

  He pants against my lips, “I’m so close, Olivia. I want you to come with me.” He kisses me softly and then pulls back to look down on me; his finger against my clit pushing me to the edge and I close my eyes to try and hold onto this feeling. He growls, “No, little fairy. You look at me as you come all over my cock.”

  I force my eyes open and Zeke smirks down at me. He fucks me hard and then scrapes a nail across my sensitive clit and it shoves me right over the edge of my orgasm.

  My pussy spasms around his cock. I scream out, “Zeke!”

  His body goes rigid as he buries himself deep inside my contracting channel. He groans, “I love you, Olivia.” His eyes never leave mine as he empties himself inside of me and I feel his cum filling me up.

  Our eyes are still locked as he releases my wrists and braces himself above me; we’re both panting. I cup his face in my hands. “I love you, Zeke.”

  A slow smile spreads across his face and he kisses me gently, but it’s full of so much hope and love that it makes my stomach flutter. He pulls out of me and we both groan at the loss. He rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m laying across his chest.

  He runs his hand up and down my back and I sink into this new feeling of contentment that I’ve never had before. Well, at least not since my parents died. When I found the guys at Banks Ink. I knew that I had found a family and a place to belong, but this is different. It’s deeper. Could this really be my life from now on?

  Zeke’s voice is low and husky, “I can hear you thinking, Livy.”

  I smile against his chest and crane my head so I can look into his eyes. “Just thinking how nice this feels.”

  Zeke quirks an eyebrow, “Orgasms?”

  I laugh and he grins at me, “No. Well, yes that too. I meant it’s nice being with you and not having anything between us. No secrets, no half-truths.”

  He runs his fingers through my hair and his eye soften. “I know that the last two years haven’t been easy for you, Olivia, and I’m sorry about that.” I start shaking my head, but he cuts me off. “I know it’s been hard, and I know the last six weeks have been the worst.”

  I kiss his chest, “You needed time, I understand now why you did.”

  He cups my face in his hands and pulls me up his body and kisses me hard. He murmurs against my lips, “Thank you for being patient with me, I don’t think I could ever tell you or show you how much I appreciate it.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows, “You did a pretty good job of showing me already.”

  Zeke laughs and it’s a deep rumble full of hope and joy. I squirm on top of him, that sound filling me with happiness and also turning me the fuck on. I feel Zeke’s dick growing against my hip and my eyes grow big.

  Zeke flips us and he kisses up my neck to my ear which he nips with his teeth. His breath against my neck makes me shiver, “I could show you again, little fairy.”

  I giggle, but it turns into a groan as Zeke rocks his hips against mine and his chest hair scrapes against my still sensitive nipples. He kisses along my jaw and is just about to kiss me when both of our phones chime.

  My eyes round and I push against his chest, “I’ll have to take a rain check on that, Babe. We need to get moving.”

  Zeke groans but rolls off me and stands next to the bed. He pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. He looks up at me and his eyes rake over my body. “It’s Blake, he says they just left the bar and are on the way home.”

  I pop up out of bed, smiling at him, and he rolls his eyes at my excitement. I practically skip into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up, smiling the whole time. I can’t even tell you if I’m smiling because I’m still riding my orgasm high or if it’s because Amelia and Beckett are on the way home. Maybe it’s because Zeke and I are together now. Wait. We are together now, right?

  By the tim
e I make my way out of the bathroom doubts are starting to plague my mind. He’s buttoning up his jeans and looks up at me as he finishes; my nakedness now feels awkward. I cross my arms and head to the foot of the bed where Zeke has laid my clothes out for me. That’s sweet, but I’m still not sure I know what this means for us now.

  Zeke furrows his brow and studies me. I avoid eye contact as I pull my clothes on. I can see him pull his shirt over his head out of the corner of my eye. When I’m fully dressed, I turn to face him and the smile on his face falters.

  He pulls me against him and looks down into my eyes, concern etched across his face. “What’s wrong, little fairy?”

  I shrug and he pierces me with a hard look that tells me I’m not going to be able to shrug this off. “I just…” I roll my eyes at myself and take a deep breath, frustration and fear seeping into my bones. I look at his chest and whisper, “What are we doing here, Zeke?”

  Zeke cups my cheek and angles my head so I have to look into his eyes. “You don’t know?”

  I shake my head and shrug, “Yes. No. I don’t know. I don’t want to be that girl that just makes assumptions. We had sex, but I guess that doesn’t have to mean anything serious. Sex can just be sex.”

  His arm around my waist pulls me against him and holds me tight. “I suppose that sex can just be sex Olivia, but that’s not what happened here tonight.”

  My voice is small and even I can hear the hope in it, “It’s not?”

  He kisses me softly, “No, not at all, little fairy.”

  I smile at him shyly, “So, does that mean we’re like together?”

  Zeke grins down at me and the hand cupping my check pushes back into my hair, holding my head possessively. “Oh yeah, we’re together.” His eyes soften, “I love you, Olivia. I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.”

  I smile up at him, “I love you, too.”

  He kisses my forehead and studies my face, “Are you okay with this?”

  I nod slowly and bite my lip, “Yeah, I’m more than okay with this.”

  Zeke exhales a long breath and the smile that lights up his face is so fucking luminous that I almost have to look away from it. He pulls me against his chest and hugs me tight. I wrap my arms around his chest and breathe in his scent.

  He gives me a little squeeze, “Come on, Livy, let’s get going.”

  We release each other, grinning as we put our shoes back on. I can’t help the laugh that escapes, Zeke quirks an eyebrow at me questioningly. “Everyone is going to razz us.”

  Zeke shakes his head, “Naw, they’ll just be excited.” I give him a look and he chuckles, “Okay, there might be a little razzing, but it’s all in good fun. They just want us to be happy.”

  I entwine our fingers as we head toward the front door, “I know. We have the best family.” A look of sadness crosses over his face, but he pushes it away. I stop and face him. “Have you talked to your parents since you left?”

  He shakes his head and looks over my head for a moment before focusing on me again. “No, I haven’t talked to anyone from my hometown since I left.”

  I bring our hands up to my mouth and I kiss his knuckles, his eyes light up and it makes my stomach flutter. “I understand. If you ever decide that’s something you want to do, just know that I’ll support you and be right there next to you. We all will.”

  He kisses my forehead and whispers, “Love you so much, little fairy.”

  We make our way the few blocks to Beckett and Amelia’s house in relative silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable. When we get to their house, we spot Walsh looking around the house from the back porch and make our way there as well. Everyone except Amelia and Beckett are already on the porch, including the HS guys. Someone must have stopped for some beers since everyone’s enjoying a cold one already. Dex passes two our way and we smile gratefully.

  No one looks surprised when Zeke leans back against the railing, pulls me in front of him and wraps his arm around me like we’ve done it a million times before. As if this is the kind of behavior that they see from us all the time. No one looks surprised, but that doesn’t stop the razzing.

  Troy is the first one to say something. “So, are we really going to pretend like this,” he flutters his hand in front of us, “isn’t happening or something?”

  Dex shakes his head and mutters, “Fuck, Troy. You really do have no chill.”

  Troy scoffs, “Oh come on, like you aren’t fucking dying to talk about it.”

  I giggle and Zeke’s deep voice rumbles through me. “What do you want to know?” He shrugs a shoulder and grips me a little harder. “I finally dealt with my shit and got my girl.”

  A wide grin that spreads across my face. Thankfully, Zeke is behind me and can’t see how goofy it is.

  Walsh hoots, “About fucking time.” His eyes are mischievous when he looks at me and smirks. “Your hair looks a little mussed, Olivia. Anything you want to share with the class?”

  I can feel my blush growing and my eyes go wide. I shake my head. Zeke chuckles and I feel it in the pit of my stomach.

  Duncan pushes Walsh away from us slightly and grins at us. “You both look really happy and that’s all any of us want for you.” Duncan bops my nose and fist bumps Zeke.

  Walsh sighs, “Yeah, what he said.” He points between us, “I’m still going to give you shit for a little while.”

  I giggle and grin at Walsh, “Like we would expect any less from you.”

  Before anyone can say anything else, we hear a car pull into the driveway and Walsh pops his head around the side of the house to see who it is.

  His smile is wide when he turns to us, “Showtime.”

  We filter to the front yard and watch Amelia’s eyes go wide as she gets out of the car. Beckett kisses her temple and says something that’s too low for me to hear. Her eyes fill with tears and then trail down her face and she has the most beautiful smile on her face as they do. Fuck, she’s going to make me cry too.

  Troy pulls Amelia out of Beckett’s arms and wraps her up in a hug as she buries her face in his chest. I look at Beckett and a smile of contentment covers his face. He knows who owns Amelia’s heart completely, but he doesn’t begrudge the pieces of herself she gives to the rest of us either.

  Troy scoffs, “Did you just wipe your snot on me?”

  Amelia lets out a watery laugh and I know that everything is going to be okay. She sasses him, “You can handle it, Superman.”

  Troy chuckles and then passes her to Walsh. She’s passed around and from the look on her face Walsh was right that us being here and showing her how much she means to us is exactly what she needed. From the look on everyone else’s face, we all needed to touch her ourselves and make sure she’s still right here with us, where we all belong.

  When Amelia turns toward the two of us, Zeke’s arm is around my shoulders and my arm is slung around his waist. He kisses my temple and Amelia’s face lights up as she clutches her hands to her chest.

  She smiles slyly at us and wraps us both up in her arms. She murmurs, “You two look really happy. I’m so glad.”

  Zeke grunts, “This isn’t about us. Amelia are you sure you’re okay?”

  Amelia points between us, “I was okay, but now, I’m great. Couldn’t be better. You two together makes my heart so happy for you.” Her smile falters, “I mean…you guys are together now, right?”

  I smile warmly and nod, giving Zeke’s hip a squeeze. “Yeah, we’re together.” I lean in toward her and whisper, “We even did the ‘I love you’ thing.”

  Her eyes widen and she squeals before looking back at Troy, but he’s deep in conversation with Walsh and Beckett. She whispers, “Am I the first to know that?”

  Zeke chuckles, “Yeah you know the gossips over there can’t keep their mouths shut.”

  Amelia’s face turns serious and she pins Zeke with her gaze, “I don’t need the details, but I hope that part of you two getting together means you’
ve let Olivia in on your past. You don’t owe anyone else that, but your future can’t be built on things hidden in the past. Love requires trust and honesty.”

  Zeke wraps his arm around Amelia and pulls her close to him. He kisses her cheek and I don’t feel anything other than love. Zeke’s voice is low and full of emotion. “I told her, Amelia.” He gives her a little squeeze and takes a deep breath. “I’d really like to tell you and everyone else, too.”

  Amelia’s eyes are glossy again and she looks up at him with so much pride and love, “Whenever you’re ready, Zeke, we’ll be there and we’ll stand with you. No matter what.”

  The relief in Zeke’s eyes takes my breath away as he nods. He murmurs, “Love you, Amelia. We’re so glad your safe and that everything is done with that piece of shit.”

  I grin at her, “Love you, girl.”

  She gives us both another squeeze and whispers, “I love you. Both of you.”

  She tries to wipe her tears away but is pulled away by Ryder who wraps her up in a big hug that ends with him lifting her in the air and spinning her. She shrieks in protest, but then throws me a wink.

  When Amelia is released by the last of HS, Beckett scoops her up and caries her up the steps of their porch. They whisper something to each other; she gives him a little nod and turns toward us like she’s going to say something. Beckett cuts her off and she huffs. I can’t help the little giggle that escapes.

  Beckett thanks us all for coming to see Amelia, which is totally unnecessary but validating. He lets us know that he’s ordering some pizzas, and everyone is invited to stay for a sleepover, including a blanket fort spearheaded by Troy. I roll my eyes because of course Troy would want to build a blanket fort.

  When Amelia turns to us, I can see the tears there again, but also an excitement that I can feel coursing through me. I don’t know what she’s going to say but I can feel tears welling up in my eyes anyway. Zeke gives me a squeeze and I rest by body against his.