by Nikki Chase
It’s easy enough to drive from here back to the city. The route is pretty straightforward.
But this particular street doesn’t show up as an alternative route on Google Maps, or any GPS navigation system I’ve used. It’s not showing up on the little machine on Zeke’s dashboard right now.
“I’m great with directions,” he answers. But his sheepish smile tells me there’s more to it.
I study his expression as he pretends he's so focused on the road he doesn't even notice me watching him.
“This is not the first time you've come here, is it?” I ask.
I hesitate to ask the question because it sounds so presumptuous, but I can't think of any other possible explanation. Even some of the local townspeople don't know about this shortcut.
“No,” Zeke says, after a short pause. “I hate it when you read my mind like that, by the way.”
“I think what you really mean to say is you're impressed,” I say. “What were you doing here?”
“I, uh, after figuring out where you were staying, I came here to… I don’t know. I wanted to see you, but I didn’t know if that was a good idea. I thought you were happy with another guy, and I didn’t want to bother you. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of you.”
Warmth spreads throughout my chest and rises up to form a smile on my face. “You came here just to see me? And you weren’t even going to say hi or something?”
“Even if you were already with someone, I knew you’d find me irresistible. I just didn’t want to put you in that kind of a dilemma,” Zeke says, grinning.
“Wow. Okay, hot stuff.” I laugh, although I realize there’s some truth to his words, even if he’s only joking.
There is no way that I can remain indifferent to Zeke, not even if I were with some other man. From the moment that I first saw Zeke, even before we ever uttered one word to each other, I was a goner.
I didn’t see it right away. In fact, it has taken me ten years to finally accept that my place is by Zeke’s side. But as soon as we saw each other, everything changed, even if neither one of us realized it at first.
Even when we were apart, I’d sometimes dream of Zeke. Then I’d wake up disappointed that it was only a dream. This would continue to happen even if I was sleeping next to some other guy, in which case I’d feel disappointed and guilty.
So Zeke is actually right. He has always been irresistible to me. I’m drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His soul calls out to me and we connect on such a deep level that nobody else could come close.
I just have to be near him, and I don’t care what stands in my way. I didn’t care then, and I don’t care now. I’ve never felt more complete or more connected than when I’m with Zeke.
Looking at him now, I realize I’ve found my soulmate. And he’s right—I find him irresistible.
My gaze traces his chiseled jawline, down to his muscular arms, and his strong hands on the steering wheel. I stare at his long, graceful fingers, tapping to the beat of the music on the radio. The signal is weak, here in the countryside, and the audio is breaking up.
Keeping my eyes on Zeke, I reach out and turn off the radio. That gets his attention.
“Not a fan of Coldplay?” Zeke asks, keeping his eyes on the dark road.
The street lights are few and far between, this far from the city. With the radio off, it feels like there’s nothing else around but each other. It’s like this car is our own little world, separate from the rest of the universe.
And I feel like I’m right where I should be. I don’t need anyone else. Just Zeke.
We may have let things keep us apart over the years, but I know now that I can’t let that happen again—no matter what. Because even when we’re apart, I can feel him, lingering on the hazy edges of my consciousness, reminding me of what I’m missing.
“Coldplay is okay,” I say. “But they’re not irresistible, unlike you.”
“Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. No need to get on my case about it.” Zeke laughs, and I swear I can listen to this sound every day of my life and still not get enough of it. Honestly, Coldplay is nice and all, but I don’t need to listen to their music every single day of my life.
I put my hand on Zeke’s shoulder and run it down his side. He glances at me, but keeps his focus on the dark road in front of us. When I reach his thigh, he stays quiet, but the car slows down as fingers trace the ropes of muscles underneath his jeans.
“Afraid you’re going to hit the car in front of us if you go any faster?” I ask, smiling to myself in the darkness. There are no cars around us—only trees on both sides and stars overhead.
“Something like that,” he says, looking like just saying those three words is straining his concentration.
I lean closer and move my fingers to the bulge tenting the front of his jeans. He's at half mast, and I’m only getting started. I rub my palm over him and grab him, again and again until he's rock hard, then I pull away.
“Where do you think you're going?” Zeke asks in a voice dripping with lust. I can only imagine the thick drop of arousal that must be forming at the tip of his cock right now, and my mouth salivates at the thought.
He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand back over his crotch. He presses my palm down and pushes his hips up to grind himself on my hand.
“Hey, you took your hand off the steering wheel. You shouldn't do that. Hands on ten and two positions,” I say playfully, although I’m not worried. He's driving so slowly now that even if we hit something, it would be less like a crash and more like a gentle nudge.
“Thanks for the driving lesson, but let me worry about that. You should be working on unzipping my pants,” he says.
I do as he says, undoing his fly and finally touching the hot velvet of his cock. I pull it all the way out and give it a few light strokes.
There's just enough light from the dashboard to let me see the clear drop of liquid at the tip of his cock. With my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I lean over the console. I move my head under Zeke's arm and lightly lick the thick, salty globule, just barely grazing his skin with my tongue.
Zeke groans as the car comes to a stop. I guess he has decided to pull over and just focus on one thing after all.
After opening a window and turning off the engine, Zeke lowers the back of his seat all the way down and slides the seat itself all the way back. Then, he leans over and undoes my seatbelt.
“Now there's more space for you to move,” he says as he leans back in his seat and watches me kissing and licking his shaft.
“How considerate of you,” I say.
“Yeah, I think I deserve some kind of a reward for being so nice.”
“Maybe. But what would be a good reward?” I ask, pretending to have no clue.
“Let me show you.” Zeke puts both his hands on my head and pushes me down until my lips are pressing against the spongy head of his thick, hard cock. In a voice that wouldn't take no for an answer, he says, “Open your mouth.”
I part my lips to let the tip of his cock into my mouth, and he thrusts up to get deeper. His groan sends tingles down my spine. It makes me want to get even more happy sounds out of him. I slide my lips up and down his shaft, while my fingers form a tight ring at the base of his cock.
“Hands on your back,” Zeke says.
I take my hand off his cock. Getting up on my knees in my seat, I put my hands behind me and lean forward until the center console is pressing up against my stomach. I take his cock back in my mouth.
With both hands on my head, Zeke pushes me down. He's been getting more and more dominant the more we get intimate, and I’m loving it.
I don't know what's come over me because I normally hate being told what to do, but Zeke bossing me around during sex gets me soaking wet every single time. He hasn't even touched me yet, and I can already feel wetness pooling in my panties.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Zeke gets up on his elbows and reaches over my back to spank my ass. I cry out
, but my voice is muffled by the cock in my mouth. He chuckles as he grabs my ass cheek, hard.
“Strip for me,” he says.
I straighten my back as I get back to kneeling position in my seat. Zeke's eyes are on me, watching me as he grabs his cock in his hand and jerks himself off. I feel a wave of self-consciousness, but I push through it and remove my clothes bit by bit, maintaining as much eye contact with Zeke as I can bear.
“Get on top of me,” he says when I’m finally naked.
I climb over the center console and onto Zeke's seat. I straddle him with my knees on either side of his powerful thighs. Then he grabs my waist and pulls me down, using his free hand to line up his cock with my opening.
“Ready to make a baby?” Zeke asks with a wicked glint in his dark eyes.
I bite my bottom lip as I sink down. Zeke's cock stretches my pussy walls, but he slides in smoothly, aided by my natural lubrication. I grind myself against him when he's all the way in, savoring the feeling of being completely filled up. Impatiently, Zeke grabs my hips and pushes me back and forth, forcing me to move faster.
A light breeze flows in through the open window, reminding me that we're outdoors, in public. I can only hear leaves rustling and insects calling outside, but someone could be watching us as we fuck and rock the car. The thought fills me with both shame and exhilaration.
Zeke puts his hands on my back and pulls me down until my chest is pressed against the front of his shirt, reminding me of how naked I am, while he's still almost fully clothed, except for the cock sticking out of his pants.
Zeke wraps his arms around me, pushing down my back and pulling my hair. He thrusts up inside me, fucking me hard and fast, unleashing the primal need within him. I can only stay still and let him use me however he wants, including when his hand travels down my back to grab my ass cheek.
I gasp in surprise when he puts one finger against my ass and pushes it inside. I should protest, but it doesn't feel unpleasant. In fact, my pussy muscles start to clench harder around Zeke's cock, the deeper the invading digit goes.
Sensing my building arousal, Zeke fucks me deeper and harder. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, and I know he's close, too. I can tell from his movements, which are getting more forceful and erratic.
He pulls my hair harder, and his finger slides in and out of my ass, heightening the intensity of absolutely everything. My senses get overwhelmed. Pressure builds in my head as my whole body tenses up and starts to shudder.
“That's it,” he says, his breathing heavy. “Come for me. Cream yourself all over my cock.”
I grab onto Zeke's arms as the light shudders turn into uncontrollable shaking.
“You're mine,” Zeke growls in my ear as he pulls on my hair and plunges his cock deep inside me. “You're fucking mine.”
He slams hard into me a few more times, his cock getting even harder in my pussy. Then, warmth floods my insides as he shoots his seed into my womb, marking me as his. Completely, irreparably his.
“Tell me you're mine, baby,” Zeke says as his cock twitches inside me.
“I’m all yours,” I say. “Always. Always have been, and always will be.”
Zeke claims my mouth with a ravaging, possessive kiss that becomes gentler and sweeter as our bodies relax.
“I love you, Ali. Always have. Always will.”
“I love you, too.”
We've always been bound together. I’ve just accepted this as fact, and finally I feel like I’ve just come home.
Epilogue
Zeke—Nine Months Later
The door shuts with a click as the nurse walks out, leaving me and Ali in the room with our baby.
Our baby.
Jesus, that still sounds so fucking weird, even in my head.
But as I gaze at the little human—I can't stop looking at the handsome guy—I know that he's undeniably, indubitably ours.
He'd better be, because he's got his mouth around my woman's nipple right now.
“I wonder what it tastes like,” I say.
“What?” Ali asks, in a tone that says she has a good feeling what I’m talking about, but I sound crazy.
“Breast milk, of course.”
“Of course,” she repeats, glancing at me briefly before turning her attention back to the baby.
“Can I try it?”
“What? No!”
“Okay, maybe later, when you're home,” I say, giving her a big grin.
“Don't be weird in front of Samuel,” Ali says.
The baby is named after Ali’s dad. She said she'd decided on the name a long time ago. He was a good man and I’d be happy if our baby grows up to be like his grandad, so I have no objections.
“He doesn't understand, Ali. Besides, I think he’d be cool with me having a taste of his favorite drink. It's just like how I’ll give him his first beer in a few years, only in reverse.”
“Yeah, I think Samuel would be grossed out and maybe even traumatized instead.”
“No, little Sammy here will definitely fist-bump me when I tell him about it in the future.”
“Sammy?” Ali asks, grimacing.
“I think Sammy will also fist-bump me when I tell him about how he was conceived in my car, with my finger in your ass.”
Ali scrunches up her face, furrowing her brows and twisting her lips. I laugh. She's just encouraging me to make more of these remarks when I get such an adorable reaction out of her.
“I love you.” I kiss the top of Ali’s head. Stroking the baby's dark hair, I say, “And you. I love you, little guy.”
Ali looks up at me and gives me a sweet smile. Even with no make-up and messy hair, she looks stunning.
I can't believe my luck, and I can't believe I thought I could marry her, have a child with her, and just let her go. That was just stupid.
Ali’s like a drug to me. As soon as I had a taste of her, nothing and no one could compare.
I was a dumb-ass for treating her the way I used to. I’m lucky she'd even see me again, after what I put her through.
I neglected Ali and justified it by saying I had to do it for Joanne—for family. But what I didn't realize was, Ali could be my family, too. And she is, now.
Speaking of family, this is not the only happy occasion to have happened recently.
Just last week, Joanne met with her oncologist, who gave her some amazing news. According to her latest scan results, there was no cancer anywhere in her body.
That came as a shock, because we were expecting the opposite. We didn’t want to put too much hope in the experimental drug because there was a small chance of that helping, but it worked after all. Joanne is in complete remission.
It's going to take a while for Joanne to get well enough to leave the hospital, but meanwhile she’s doing great. In fact, she’s probably spending some quality time with Brody right now, somewhere in this hospital building.
And we've already made plans. Joanne will stay with us for the time being, until she gets a job and her own place.
I thought Ali was going to mind, so I had a back-up plan of just renting an apartment for Joanne. But Ali was excited to have another girl in the house.
With just me, Brody, and now little Sammy, she was feeling outnumbered. She also welcomes the prospect of having a grown-up to talk to while I’m at work, and another pair of hands to take care of the kids.
“I don't know how I’m going to leave you at home to go to classes, Samuel,” Ali says, gazing with loving eyes at our son.
“Joanne will be there to take care of him,” I remind her.
“I know, but I… God, I want to make him pocket-sized so I can carry him with me everywhere.”
“No, you don't want him pissing and shitting in your handbag,” I say.
Ali narrows her eyes at me. “You're going to have to work on your language when you're around the kids. Brody’s going to start talking any time now. I don't want his first word to be...uh, pee, crap, or freak,” she says, substitutin
g my usual swear words with their tamer alternatives.
“Yeah, okay.” I laugh. “You know, I think you don’t have anything to worry about. You’ll do fine at law school. And even if you don’t, if you’d rather spend some quality time with the kids, you’ll be fine, too. You can be a stay-at-home mom and be just as happy, right?”
“Yeah,” Ali says with a smile. Looking at the baby in her arms, she says, “I didn't think I could be happy staying home all day, but now I think I could.”
“Being a lawyer is overrated anyway. Just look at Aiden. His life is just okay,” I say.
“I wouldn't say he's just doing ‘okay.’ Maybe by your standards. But lots of people aren't as fortunate.”
“Yeah, I mean he's not happier than other people, or more fulfilled. But I don't care about him. My point is, you can do whatever you want and I’ll be there to support you.”
After almost a year together, Ali has met my friends and gotten to know them pretty well, including Aiden, my lawyer who used to oppose our marriage. They now get along like old friends.
Basically, everything I was afraid of when I first decided to marry Ali hasn't happened. Instead, things are better than I’d ever dream of.
Ali has even been doing a great job taking care of Brody for the past few months, even while she was pregnant.
To be honest, I had some lingering fears that Ali would treat him differently because he's not hers, because some foster parents I’d been placed with treated their biological kids way better than their foster kids. I didn't want Brody to have my childhood—that's one of the reasons why I was determined to let Ali go after one year.
But Ali loves Brody like he's her own, and I’m sure that won't change, now that Sammy’s here.
I used to feel like something was missing in my life, even with all my wealth and success. But not anymore, now that I have a little family to call my own.
This is going to sound so fucking cheesy, but I feel like my life is complete now.
And it’s all because Ali’s here by my side. Now we have our own little family—something I’ve always wanted my whole life.
I can’t wait to bring little Sammy home and raise him with Ali. Maybe we’ll even give him a sibling or two in the next few years.