She squeezed him again, wanting so much to please him the way he’d pleased her. Plus, she’d never had her fingers wrapped around a cock before. At least not willingly.
Once on a horrid date, the man she’d been with had grabbed her hand and pressed it to his crotch. The stiff finger-sized offering she’d touched long ago wasn’t even in the same league as Zak’s huge, rigid dick. She squeezed him again, wanting his cock inside her as she experienced the next incredibly satisfying orgasm. She made a hungry sound at the thought.
Zak pressed his forehead to hers. “You make me forget myself.”
“You make me so crazy that I’m always going to want more.”
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her with a tenderness she wasn’t expecting. Rubbing his lips across hers, stopping to kiss her bottom lip, her top lip, each corner of her mouth before starting over, he made her feel cherished.
Kaitlin was so touched she almost uttered the three words certain to send him packing.
I love you. How foolish. She barely knew him, but their intimate contact had a profound impact on her. She almost said those three words anyway. She meant them. She did love him. For saving her. For bringing her the most amazing pleasure she’d ever known. For not being a total bastard when she foolishly chased him into the bar tonight.
Zak smiled against her lips. He whispered, “I’ll always want more, too.”
In the next second, someone rattled the doorknob near her hip, and a force like a blast hit her back. The door came open about an inch. Someone wanted inside the room they occupied. And they wanted in right now!
Chapter Six
Zak saw the door fairly shake in its frame. He grabbed Kaitlin away from it just as Demarco burst into the room. His cock was as hard as a granite rolling pin, but began to relax when he saw the expression on Demarco’s face. He looked…disturbed, for lack of a better term. He’d never seen Demarco look anything but batshit crazy because he was always the man to be feared in any situation.
Demarco scanned them with the briefest of looks, and then said urgently, “You have to go! Now!” In one arm, he carried the coat Kaitlin had been wearing when she entered the bar.
“What’s going on?” Zak asked, pulling Kaitlin in front of him to conceal his slowly softening dick. The last thing he wanted was for Demarco to suspect the sex show had been a sham.
“Nothing you need to worry about. Both of you get out of my bar. Now!”
“Wait a minute—”
Demarco held up his palm. “You can come back tomorrow at the same time.” He glanced at Kaitlin. “Come alone, and we’ll discuss our business. For now, you must go.”
Zak mentally shook his head. What the fuck?
He should be grateful that Demarco was letting him leave without signing a blood oath with regard to Kaitlin showing up as a possible witness. But the man looked seriously unnerved. Or frightened. Pfft. Demarco wasn’t afraid of anyone, was he? If he was, perhaps Zak needed to discover who that someone was.
Back to the first thing again, he needed to get Kaitlin home safely. Then he’d sneak back to see who had scared this powerful man so badly.
“Fine. Tomorrow I’ll be here at the same time, and I will come alone.”
“Yes. Leave by way of the back entrance.” He handed Kaitlin her coat.
Zak watched him exit the room without looking back. Lacing his fingers with Kaitlin’s, Zak tugged her toward the door. She resisted, pulling her hand away just long enough to put on her coat.
As they came through the office door and into the pool table area, Zak noticed a tall, well-built man with two even taller, more burly guys following him step into the archway from the entry area. Their focus was turned away from where he and Kaitlin stood, thankfully.
Zak hustled Kaitlin down the short hallway, out the back door and into the chilly evening, hoping the strangers hadn’t seen him or that he’d been with Kaitlin.
He didn’t know who the man was, but he recognized one of his associates. This was a new wrinkle in his previously well-thought-out plans. Fuck. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
“What was that all about?” Kaitlin asked. The stench of the nearby garbage bins wafted toward his nose, forcing the next two breaths to come through his mouth.
“I don’t know, but let’s get out of here while we have the chance.” What he should do was send her home alone then sneak back inside to listen in on whatever was going down. Probably not feasible anyway. He didn’t want to leave Kaitlin alone tonight for a variety of reasons.
He wanted her with a desperation he hadn’t felt in…well, forever. He should make sure she got home safely. He should also ensure that there was no fallout with regard to her being at the bar. Or what he’d done with her in the back room. Like video of it.
The musky scent of her pleasure still coated his fingertips, reminding him acutely of where he’d just been, what he’d just been doing, and how much he absolutely wanted to do it again.
It would be foolish to pursue her. Then again…
As they rounded the corner, he caught a glimpse of someone coming out the back door behind them. Was Demarco sending someone to see where they went? Did he want to make certain Zak wasn’t lying to him about Kaitlin? Or perhaps he’d sent someone to ensure Zak didn’t stay behind and eavesdrop, which was exactly what he had planned to do before dismissing it.
Either way, a shadow meant they’d have to keep playing at being a couple. He moved her in front of him in an effort to shepherd her along faster. He hoped she was interested in staying with him for a while longer. Given how forceful she’d been in the back room, perhaps her interest in furthering their fake relationship was the least of his worries. She’d followed him here. She’d been about to knock on his door with blueberry muffins, and when he’d rebuffed her, she’d chased after him.
The girl obviously had goals.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“You get in your car and drive home.” Zak saw a stretch limo parked directly in front of the bar’s double entry door. Demarco’s visitor must be someone rich and important. The closest limo service was over thirty miles away, in a larger town. His thoughts in that direction ceased when Kaitlin stopped walking and he stepped into her.
She turned and stared hard at him, vulnerability clear on her face. “Are you coming, too?” Her tone suggested urgency. Hadn’t he taken the edge off for her just a few minutes ago? Maybe he needed to try harder. His cock stirred again, wanting in on any forthcoming action this time and not just a pretend session guaranteed to turn his balls a deeper shade of blue.
“Yes. I’ll meet you there.” Zak looked over his shoulder to see how far away their shadow was. He made out the figure of a man standing in the darkness at the corner of the building, possibly close enough to hear what they were saying.
Zak got them moving again. She asked, “Will you come to my house?” Kaitlin, of course, didn’t realize they were being followed. Should he tell her? No. Better not.
He stopped by his bike, took her face in his hands, kissed her like it might be the last time they’d ever do so and said, “My only question is whether you want to sleep in my bed tonight or yours.”
She sucked in a deep breath as if surprised. He was a little surprised himself. This wasn’t typical protocol, but once they both disappeared into his house, maybe the follower Demarco had dispatched would be satisfied and report back in kind.
A slow, seductive smile appeared on her sweet face. “Depends,” she said softly.
“On what?”
“Are you cooking breakfast, or am I?”
“I will.”
“Then your place would be fine.”
He kissed her tenderly once more and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ll meet you there.”
“Do you promise?” she asked, uncertainty coating her question.
“No. Promises are for little girls and virgins. So I swear that I’ll follow you.” He grinned.
“Where is
your car?” He knew what she drove, but didn’t see her vehicle nearby.
She pointed a thumb over one shoulder at a large SUV with jumbo tires. “On the other side of that monster truck.”
He walked her to her car, wanting to tuck her inside it and get her on her way. She kissed him quite passionately three times before getting into the driver’s seat.
She drove away before he even got on his motorcycle. He put his helmet on, casually watching for the person following them. He couldn’t tell who it was, but planned to give them a show.
Although he’d lied about having a condom in his wallet, because he always carried one, he did have a bigger box in his bedside drawer. Not that he’d had the opportunity to use any yet. Tonight he’d use half the box, given the chance.
Perhaps he could talk her into only staying with him overnight to cement the perception of them as a couple. He shouldn’t have sex with her. It wasn’t professional, and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings when the job was done and he had to leave. But if she was determined, and she seemed to be, he’d consider it.
Having a surprise, bogus girlfriend in his life did have its perks.
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Arousal pulsed through Kaitlin’s body with every breath she took. The memory of the wild ride in the dingy back room didn’t make her the least bit ashamed. Somehow the thought of going to Zak’s place to have more sex made the whole evening that much more exciting.
She couldn’t wait to see the inside of his house. What bedroom had he chosen? She’d been in the house before Mrs. Waverly had rented it to him.
There were two bedrooms upstairs and a large bathroom in between them. Had he chosen the room on the side that looked down into her backyard? Had he ever seen her there? Had he ever watched her?
She hoped he’d chosen that bedroom and that he’d spied on her. Then she wouldn’t be the only voyeur in this relationship. Although, she supposed, it was hardly a relationship. Sexual adventure?
Kaitlin pulled into their shared driveway and parked her car where she always did. She locked it, and strolled over to Zak’s front porch to wait. Please don’t stand me up.
A minute later, she heard the roar of his motorcycle headed her direction.
He parked in his usual spot. She didn’t have a good a line of sight to his ass from her perch on his front porch, but figured that in very short order she’d get an even better view. What would his naked ass look like? Her heart skipped a beat. Bare perfection, likely.
She watched him pull off his helmet and dismount from a new angle. He still looked amazing.
“Thanks for not making me wait,” she said as he approached.
Zak took the front porch steps two at a time to stand before her. He stared at her for a long while then a subtle smile shaped his lips. He shrugged. “I’ve made enough mistakes on this porch for one night. Besides, I swore I’d follow you here.”
In the background noise of the night, Kaitlin heard the roar of another motorcycle nearby.
Zak glanced over his shoulder, frowning as he moved into her personal space. She slung an arm around his waist, pressing herself close. He smelled so incredible. She swore her panties got a little more saturated with each inhale. She put her cheek against his chest. He led her to his front door.
The sound of the other motorcycle got closer as he unlocked the door and brought her into his house. The scent of him surrounded her like a blanket the moment they were ensconced inside his domain.
He paused on the threshold to kiss her like he planned to keep her busy through the night. It was long moments before he closed the door to all the sounds outside. He wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her tight to his muscular frame. Even with her fuck-me heels lifting her up, her face rested just below his collarbone. She squeezed him even tighter. He dropped a kiss on the top of her hair.
“I truly am sorry I left you on my porch earlier.” His deep voice rumbled deliciously through her body when he spoke.
“I’m sorry I followed you into the bar. I didn’t think past my own—” she stopped speaking abruptly, unwilling to say the few obvious words that would complete her sentence. Desires. Wants. Needs.
“Shall I fill in the blank for myself?” he asked. He sounded amused, but at least he didn’t laugh at her.
Kaitlin lifted her head from his chest to look him straight in the eye. “I’d really like you to fill me. Or if that’s not clear enough for you, please take me to bed. I don’t want to pretend this time.” His cock pulsed against her hip as if in response to her words.
“My bedroom’s upstairs. On the right.” The one that overlooks my backyard. Had he ever seen her out there? Did he watch her as scrupulously as she watched him? Did he have any inkling that she was still a virgin, desperately hoping not to be one very soon?
Kaitlin squeezed his waist one last time, released him and moved toward the wooden staircase centered in the entryway. She climbed to the second floor with Zak close on her heels. The bedroom door was partly open. She stepped inside where his unique male scent was very concentrated. Another pulse of moisture coated her panties.
The room seemed very tidy. The bed was made, but she didn’t have a chance to study much more than that. The moment she crossed the threshold, he pulled her back against his chest. His hands suddenly roamed everywhere, from thighs to collarbone, squeezing and rubbing all her most sensitive places. His scratchy few days’ growth of whiskers brushed along the back of her neck with hypnotic and seductive force as pleasure streaked down her spine with each touch.
His hands caught fistfuls of her slutty dress and drew it over her head and off, leaving her only in saturated panties and do-me black heels. He spun her around to face him, like they were a dance couple in the finals of a contest. His gaze started at her eyes, but quickly moved south. Suddenly insecure, she put her hand across her chest. He grabbed her fingers and gently urged them away to reveal her body.
“Don’t ever cover up. You’re so beautiful.”
She shrugged, having never felt very beautiful. Typically, men never noticed her. Tonight in the bar had been a unique experience. Even the unwanted attention had been surprising, in retrospect. She had attributed their response to her extra make up and lack of a bra. Kaitlin was just glad she’d gone home with the man she’d sought out.
He kissed her softly at first, then with increasing ardor. His hands fastened on her breasts, bringing pleasure with every movement of his fingers over her sensitive nipples.
Zak nudged her backward until her legs hit the foot of his bed. He promptly picked her up like a gentleman about to carry her over a puddle, but instead dropped her smoothly to the surface of his bed. He followed her down only when he’d removed his shirt, boots and jeans, shedding his clothing so quickly she barely had time to take in all that naked skin.
Clad only in boxer briefs that did not hide anything, he pulled her knees apart and stroked her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers as he moved forward. He bent his head to her tummy, kissing her once near her belly button, and then nibbling her flesh as he made his way up to suckle her bare breasts.
Climbing over her, Zak slid a hand from her side, pushing downward toward her ass, taking her panties off with ease. Now she only wore shoes. Did he know how wet she was for him now? He also just as skillfully removed his shorts. Naked, he was magnificent. No words she’d ever read in any book did him justice.
She lifted one foot. “Aren’t you going to take my shoes off?”
He grinned at her devilishly. “Nope. I like them right where they are.” Zak kissed the top of her arched foot before wrapping her leg around his waist. He pressed his nude, hard, buff body into hers, and she swore she was about to faint from the excitement. Stay awake! Don’t miss this.
The trivial concern of whether it would hurt when he pressed his huge cock inside her virgin body rose unexpectedly. This was, after all, her very first time. She shoved the trepidation aside and intently took in every sound, every scent, every view, putting t
his moment to memory. My first time will be awesome.
He stopped kissing her to reach out and pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He procured a condom packet from a large, previously unopened box, she noted, ripped it open and rose on his knees to roll the device over his huge cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked, finishing his task quickly and bending to kiss her mouth.
“Yes.” Will it hurt too much?
“Are you ready for me?”
No. “Yes. Of course, I am.”
His head twisted to one side slowly, like maybe he could read her mind. His gaze bored a hole through her. “Because if you’re having second thoughts, now is the time to voice them. Once my cock is buried inside of you, I may not be able to stop until the obvious happens.” A wolfish grin appeared. He looked so amazingly good. His lust-filled gaze made another gush of arousal pulse between her legs.
If he stops right now, you’ll still be a virgin when Brooke arrives tomorrow.
She reached out a hand and stroked his arm. “Trust me. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
“Okay then.” He slowly lowered himself, settling his hips between her legs, pressing the tip of his cock against the opening of her body. He kissed her again, starting tender but torqueing up the passion. Soon he was devouring her. He was good at it, too.
Zak licked between her lips, distracting her with a soulful, beautiful kiss as he shifted his hips and the tip of his cock brushed her intimately. She readied herself. This was it.
One of his hands dropped to her outer thigh as if for leverage. He thrust inside her with one swift push until he was shoved fully, deeply, wholly within her slick, tight virginal body. He filled her to the brink and he was huge.
She sucked in a deep breath and arched her back as extreme pleasure touched with the barest hint of pain at being breached the first time engulfed her.
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