by Amanda Adams
I smile. We’re not done yet. “Please tell me you have a condom?”
He rises and walks to his discarded pants. I watch him, enjoying the view of his wide shoulders and tight ass. In seconds he’s back, his huge cock covered and ready when he crawls down the bed and kneels between my thighs. He pushes my knees wide and uses my hips to pull me close. I’m spread before him and all I can focus on is his cock. I want his cock inside; I need him inside me, filling me.
He places the massive head at my core and rocks forward with a groan. I tilt my neck back as the pressure rises and close my eyes to wait. He grabs his base with his hand and slides along my folds to moisten the head of his cock. I nearly jump out of my skin every time he brushes across my sensitized nub before he moves down and presses deep inside me with one, smooth thrust.
I am stretched and open, vulnerable as I’ve never been before. He continues to drive deep inside again and again, arching his back while he drives his hips forward filling me completely. With every thrust his balls press against my bottom. He drives into me faster and faster like a piston and I’m ready to scream, the orgasm coming for me like a tidal wave to crush me.
He’s buried balls deep when he stops, holding us locked together and denying me release yet again.
“Zach!”
He chuckles and I straighten my glasses to see him.
“I love those sexy, schoolteacher glasses.”
I reach for him. I want him covering me. I want his skin on mine. I want his weight pressing me into the bed. I want to feel like I belong to him.
He gives me what I want, lowering himself on top of me, his cock buried deep. He kisses me fully, thrusting slow, but hard, rocking over me. Into me.
I kiss him back with everything but he pulls away.
“Open your eyes.” He commands, and I do.
With his full body weight on me, his belly grinds on my clit while his cock works back and forth. We stare into each other’s eyes, and he drives faster and harder until he swells inside me. He’s going to come, and the knowledge pushes me over again. Gaze locked to his, my insides clamp down on his cock again and again as he moans a guttural groan and releases his seed deep inside me.
When it’s over, he collapses on top of me. He’s still inside me, and that’s exactly where I want him. We lay there fighting for air for an eternity as I run my fingers up and down his back.
After long minutes, I need more air. He senses my body tensing and rolls to his back. I am bereft for less than a second before he pulls my head to rest on his shoulder. I’m tucked against his side like I belong there, his arms are around me and our legs are entwined. I take my opportunity and trace a beautiful line of ink with my fingertip from his shoulder to his neck.
As I lay there listening to his heartbeat, I notice the clock has passed twelve o’clock. “Merry Christmas.” I rub my hand across his chest. He doesn’t respond right away and I am not sure if he’s still awake. I stop moving and he lifts his hand to mine, grabs my wrist and mimics my movements. “Don’t stop.”
“I thought you were asleep.”
“No.” He opens his eyes. “You were distracting me. Is it Christmas already?”
“Yep.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too.” He kisses my forehead.
“I didn’t get you a gift.” I tease.
“I think you just gave me my gift.” He smiles and closes his eyes.
“I guess you’re nicer than I am.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You gave me three.”
He chuckles, but it’s buried in a yawn. “I am pretty damn nice.” Zach pulls the covers out from under us and tucks us in, somehow keeping me plastered to his side. Before I know it, he is breathing the deep breath of sleep and I follow soon after.
12
Zach
My eyes open and it takes a moment for them to focus. It takes longer for me to recognize where I am.
Bethany isn’t in bed, but I can hear she hasn’t gone far. I hear dishes clinking in the kitchen and the aroma of fresh brewed coffee has reached the bedroom. I roll over to check the time. Ten o’clock. Wow, ten hours of sleep. I haven’t had ten hours of uninterrupted sleep in ages. The pitter-patter of bare feet heads my way, and she walks into the room. Naked but for the glasses and necklace. And she’s carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
I sit up and stuff a pillow behind my back. “I don’t think I have ever seen anything so perfect in my life.”
“You want coffee?” She stands in the doorway and shifts her hips from left to right, grinning from ear to ear. I crook my finger at her and she comes. I could get used to this real fucking quick.
“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you already?” I reach out and take a cup from her as she sits beside me on the bed.
“That’s all it takes? Coffee?” She grins and rolls her eyes as she takes a sip from her own cup. “I must have missed that memo.”
“What can I say? I’m easy.” I sip from my cup and it’s just the way I like it, hot, dark and black. God, this woman is perfect. “Merry Christmas, by the way. At least we don’t have to go to work today.”
“Are you forgetting? I don’t have a job anymore.” She pauses and looks away. “But you’re right, and I’m broke. I’ll have to start looking for a new job tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you just take Alexa’s?” She doesn’t understand and I grin as I sip my coffee, waiting for her to figure it out.
“What are you talking about?” Bethany lowers her forgotten coffee to the bedside table and stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Did she quit?”
“Nah. I fired her. Did you think I would let her get away with treating you like that?” Bethany was mine, and I protected what belonged to me. It was time she understood the score. Now that I’d tasted her, I wasn’t letting her go.
Her green eyes were wide with confusion and I wanted to pump my fist into the air in triumph. Fuck yeah.
“What do you mean you fired her? How could you fire her? What did Jack say?”
“Jack didn’t have any say. Not that he was sad to see her go.” I sip my coffee again, slowly, drawing out the moment. Bethany naked, her long blond hair not quite covering her bare breasts. Those glasses. Those lips. Even the little crease between her eyebrows as she tries to figure me out is adorable.
“What do you mean? He’s the CEO.”
“Jack’s my boy. I’m the one who hired him to be CEO.”
“I don’t get it.”
If I wasn’t in love with her before, I fell hard and fast with those four words. I put my cup down next to hers on the bedside table and lift both hands to frame her beautiful, clueless face.
“You really don’t know, do you?” I trace her full lower lip with my thumb, barely able to resist the urge to kiss her.
“Know what?”
“Know that I own a large stake of the company.”
She shakes her head, so I continue. “They brought me in when they started the company. All the founders were tech guys.”
“I’m aware of that. Big money out of Silicon Valley.”
“Right. They wanted to design cool electric bikes, but they didn’t have much experience with real motorcycles. That’s where I come in. I bring the cool factor, make sure the bikes are beautiful and perform great.”
“You know bikes?” Bethany was watching me, listening, but her tongue flicked over the end of my thumb and I strained to focus, to remember what I was telling her. I wanted her to understand I was more than just a bad boy. Hell, I was trying to impress her and she was not responding the way most women did.
“They needed me to make the whole thing work, so the bikes would appeal to regular motorcycle types, so I demanded twenty percent equity.”
“Twenty percent?” I pause and watch, delighted, as the wheels start to spin. “Twenty percent of a company worth…”
“Yep.” Feeling a little sheepish, I shrug. “Who knew the company would be so successful?”
“That means you’re a…”
“Yep.”
“With a b?”
“Yep. A capital B.”
“Holy Cow.” She jumps up, full of energy, and paces the room. “I can’t believe it. I just thought you were the super-hot biker guy that worked in the shop.”
“Well, I am.” I smile and cross my arms. “Super-hot.”
“With a capital S?” Her eyes flash as her gaze meets mine, but she’s smiling. Bethany didn’t care if I was a simple shop guy. She doesn’t give a shit that I’m rich as fucking Midas either. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every step and her breasts sway, her hips swing side to side in a feminine prowl.
“You better stop parading around like that, or I might just get some bad ideas.”
She puts a knee on the end of the bed and crawls toward me on all fours. Her breasts hang beneath her, pure temptation. “That sounds okay to me. We have all day.”
“I’ll need to shower, eventually. Does this place have a shower?”
“Oh, we can shower all right.” A wicked grin spreads across her face.
“And what does that mean?”
“Oh, nothing.” She raises her left eyebrow and moves closer. “We could also go to your place and shower. Your place is probably nicer than mine.”
“A little bit. It’s a bachelor’s pad, though. Not a cozy pillow, fringe lampshade or fluffy, flowered duvet in sight.”
She pauses before she asks, “Do you have a king size bed?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have an arm chair at the end of that bed?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” She smiles.
“Why?”
“I’d like to see that.” I have no idea what she is talking about. But I like it.
Epilogue
Bethany
Zach and I stopped by the office this morning so he could drop off a sketch for his new design. I told him it could probably wait. It’s New Year’s Eve and nobody is really working today anyway. They’re all home getting ready for the big party. But he insisted, and I agreed on one condition; we stop for coffee at Get Perky.
It’s not like I had to twist his arm. Since we started dating, Get Perky has become his favorite coffee shop too. In fact, he goes there more than I do now.
As we near the front entrance, I can’t wait to get inside and get warm. The damp cold this time of year just has a way of seeping into my bones. I can’t get warm unless I’m naked and snuggled up with Zach. Doesn’t matter how cold I am. He makes me hot in two-point-five kisses.
Zach steps ahead of me to open the door and stands aside so I can enter. He is such a gentleman. Who knew? He may appear to be a bad boy and, in bed, he is. But in every other way he is a perfect gentleman. Sometimes I pinch myself to make sure that I’m not daydreaming again. He’s almost too good to be real. If it weren’t for the delicious soreness between my legs, I might question my sanity.
I follow him to the front counter but notice Lindsey sitting at a corner table. And she’s not alone. I can’t help but smile when I see who is keeping her company. It’s Opal. She’s wearing a bright red jumper today. Her short hair is curled perfectly and her lips, as usual, are a bright, brilliant red.
“Can you order me a vanilla latte?” I tug on Zach’s sleeve. “I’m going to go say hi. Lindsey’s here.”
“Sure, for a kiss.”
Oh, the agony. I pull his head down to mine in front of everyone and lay one on him because I can. Because he’s mine now and I like to remind him of that fact. And because he’s so fucking hot I can’t resist.
Heart pounding, I release Zach and turn toward Lindsey’s table. I see Opal getting up to leave, but she has Lindsey’s hand in hers.
“Hey, Opal.” My smile is a mile wide and I don’t hold back. If I didn’t think it would freak her out, I’d grab the elderly woman in a full-on bear hug. Without her, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to pour my body into that little red dress and go for Zach.
“Oh, hello, dear.” She’s holding a pair of gloves again, but they’re red this time, not black.
“New gloves?”
“Oh no, I have a matching pair for every outfit.” She reaches over and grabs my hand. Her touch is warm this time; like hot cocoa, a cozy fireplace and a good book all in one. “I saw you with that kiss. Everything turned out just wonderful, didn’t it?”
“Better than wonderful.” Zach must have placed our order because he is walking our way. Every time I see him, my heart aches and I can’t believe he’s mine. “Opal, I want you to meet someone.”
Before I have a chance to introduce them, Opal reaches out and grabs Zach’s hand. “Well hello, Zach.” I search my memory, trying to recall if I ever mentioned his name. I’m pretty darn sure that I had not.
“Hello.” He looks down at her hand and smiles at her touch.
“Have you two met?” I ask Zach, but Opal interrupts.
“You two make such a lovely couple.” She releases our hands and begins to put on her gloves. “I couldn’t be happier for you. You’ll be very happy together.” Then she turns and smiles at Lindsey. “Honey, I enjoyed our conversation so much. Remember what I said. We’ll meet again.”
Zach and I turn to watch as she walks to the door. An elderly gentleman opens the door and holds it for her. She passes through the door and disappears.
“Who was that?” Zach asks.
Lindsey stands up, looks to the door and answers. “That’s Opal, she’s delightful.”
I turn to Lindsey “That’s exactly what I said after I met her, delightful.”
Zach is staring at the door with a wistful expression on his face. “She was delightful, wasn’t she?”
I almost burst out laughing. I doubt those words have ever come out of his mouth before. Opal has that effect on people.
Coffee shop Chris has come out from behind the counter to give us our coffee. “Here’s your coffee, Zach.”
“Thanks, Chris.” Zach takes two cups from him and hands one to me.
“What the hell is this?” Lindsey grabs my hand, nearly spilling my coffee before I can switch the cup to my right hand. “What is this rock quarry on your finger? You bitch, you didn’t? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It just happened this morning. We haven’t had a chance to tell anyone yet.” And that was the truth. I’d barely processed it myself. Zach, on one knee, promising to love me forever. That wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence. I was still floating on a cloud. My entire body tingled every time I looked at him. It was all there in his gaze. Love. Lust. Utter devotion. Everything I’d always wanted and never thought I’d actually get.
Every person in the coffee shop turns to stare as Lindsey screams and grabs Zach in a giant hug. She shakes him so hard his coffee sloshes over the edges of his cup and onto the floor.
“Welcome to the family big guy.” She reaches out an arm and yanks me into their embrace. “We’re going to be so happy.” She rocks us so hard I spill my coffee, too.
Chris looks at the floor and sighs, “I guess I’m going to have to clean that up.” He shakes his head at Lindsey and turns away. “I knew you two were going to be so much trouble.”
Zach pulls me close until I’m nestled under his shoulder, exactly where I want to be. Lindsey looks at the mess on the floor then back up at me. We smile at each other and yell in unison. “Sorry, Chris.”
I hope you enjoyed Bethany and Zach’s whirlwind romance! Find out what matchmaking mischief the delightful Opal has up her sleeve in the next
Magical Matchmaker book! Coming January 2017!
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