Resuscitate (Annihilate #1)

by S. Morayla

  “Can you hand me my purse, baby?” I point to the chair in the corner.

  I wait a few seconds before looking back up at Zayne, wondering what’s happened. He has the biggest smile and his eyes shine brightly. It’s contagious. My face breaks out into a vast smile.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” His eyes turn into a smolder, making the caramel color darken.

  My breathing hitches.

  My stomach tightens.

  My tongue sweeps across my top lip.

  “Say it again,” Zayne commands in a growl.

  “Say what?” My voice comes out breathy as he crawls on the bed toward me. He closes my laptop and sets it aside so we are face to face.

  “What did you just call me, Shorty?” I tilt my head, wondering what I said to elicit this reaction from him.

  “Baby?” I whisper, questioning if that’s what he meant.

  Zayne’s lips crash against my own.

  “I love when you say that. You have no idea how much.”

  I smile against his lips. “Baby,” I whisper again, causing Zayne to groan.

  “You don’t play fair, Ms. Rodríguez.” He kisses my lips, then my cheek, before crawling off the bed to grab my purse.

  “I’m going to go have a shower. I should have told Nick to bring me extra clothes.”

  I look up at him from my laptop. “Ah, I still have your basketball shorts. I, um…” I clear my throat, “I packed them. They’re in my bag. I can wash your clothes if you want.” My face flushes with embarrassment. Zayne just continues to smile at me.

  “Thank you. I’d like that. I’ll just grab the shorts then.” I just nod. He’s a good guy to ignore how humiliating that was for me to admit.

  Five minutes later, Nona’s perfume and coconut bacon are purchased. Yeah, I know. Who the hell eats coconut bacon when real bacon is so much better? Nona’s friend is vegan and cooked her a vegan burger one night. Nona loved the bacon so much, she asked me to help her find it. Amazon is pretty amazing, since they carry every damn product you can think of.

  I walk into the bathroom to collect Zayne’s clothes for the wash. The frosted band on the glass shower doors prevents me from seeing Zayne naked, but seeing his figure, knowing he’s naked, causes a swirling sensation in my stomach.

  My lust for him runs rampant. I need to feel his touch. I undress and step into the shower. He looks over his shoulder at me.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Shorty. We don’t have any condoms.” Nerves take over my voice as his cock grows the longer he stares at me.

  “Can I watch you stroke it?” I have never been so brazen or asked a guy to do that, but when I’ve read it in books, it seemed erotic and hot. I guess my eyes want the real thing.

  Zayne smirks at me, palming himself. “You want to watch me, Natalee?” The way his eyes narrow at me combined with his sultry voice makes my breath hitch in my throat. I nod at him, my eyes wide and my pussy growing wetter with each pull of his cock.

  “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want,” he pants, water sliding down his torso, making his abs glisten. He slowly moves his hand up his erection.

  “I want to watch you.” My response is breathy. Zayne begins slowly stroking his cock, his hungry eyes watching me. My nipples harden with every pump of his hand. Entranced, I watch the way his corded arm moves while he caresses his length.

  Not too fast, not too slow.

  I lick my lips in anticipation.

  His moans ricochet off the tiles.

  Zayne begins to pump faster and faster.

  His eyes close and I can’t take it.

  I get on my knees before him.

  The ceiling showerhead flows water into my eyes as I look up at Zayne. I told him I’d only done this once, so he knows my inexperience. But I want this with him, I want to experience it all with him.

  My tongue darts out, licking the tip.

  I sheath my teeth before taking him in deeper.

  It doesn’t even go halfway in because he’s too wide. It makes me gag if I go farther. My eyes are still trained on his. He looks down, pulling back and slowly reentering. The moans and groans emanating from his throat make me hum in appreciation.

  “That feels fucking amazing,” he says.

  He takes one of my hands and shows me how to work the rest of his dick. The saliva coating his cock is perfect lubrication. I love this feeling of power, how his face is in pure ecstasy. I try harder to push him farther into my mouth. The sight of this Adonis has me wanting him to know how much I’m enjoying sucking his dick.

  Concerns start to plague me as I continue.

  Is he going to come in my mouth?

  What will it taste like?

  Do I want that?

  “I’m gonna come, Shorty. If you don’t want it in your mouth, I’m going to pull out.” I keep sucking, but he tugs back a bit, effectively pulling his dick out of my mouth with a pop.

  My fascination with his penis can’t be normal.

  As he comes, I beam proudly. The look on his face makes my sore jaw worth it.

  Girls

  The next few days pass by quick. Zayne’s birthday is fast approaching. I don’t know what I should buy him. Usually, I’d call Harrison for some coaching, but he’s in England.

  Leslie, Amaris, Adriana, and I go shopping. We laugh and talk while keeping our eyes peeled for the perfect gift. Four hours later, and not a thing has caught our attention. I fling the fry back onto the tray.

  “I give up. I mean, how hard is it to buy a guy a gift?” I say with a huff.

  “Can you just call Harrison already?” Adriana asks, defeat evident in her voice.

  “Um, hello, biotch, your boyfriend, as well as yours,” I motion to Amaris, “are Zayne’s friends, not just Harrison. Can you text them or call or something?” I’m not above begging. I’m tired and have looked at so many stores, it’s ridiculous.

  Amaris lets out a giggle. “I’ll call Lennon. Calm yourself, woman.” I sit back, feeling full from the greasy burger and fries. Adriana and Leslie talk on and on about their upcoming trip to Cancun. I was invited, but I’m not in the mood for all that right now. Plus, I’d miss Zayne’s birthday.

  “Lennon says blowjobs are the best gifts,” Amaris says with a straight face.

  “I think she has that covered, as well as the loads of sex. Have you seen the way she has been walking all bowlegged lately?” Adriana says with a laugh.

  “God, Zayne must be good. All I hear is, ‘Oh God, Zayne. Yes, oh yes.’ ‘You like that, baby?’ all damn night,” Leslie chimes in. My face is the color of a tomato, I know it is. I can feel heat from the tips of my toes to the top of my tingly scalp.

  Lennon’s voice comes through the speakerphone. “Love, it sounds like you have already given him his gift, but you could always do a strip tease and suck his dick like it’s the last candy on this earth. Like you’re under his cock’s spell and the only way to get out of it is to make it spit in your mouth. Then keep sucking like his cum is your life force and you can’t survive without it. Maybe even slap your face with it. Guys like that.”

  I look up, mortified. The girls are in a fit of laughter, howling like this is a normal, everyday conversation. I take the phone and cover it when an older couple walks by. We aren’t surrounded by many people, but this is just embarrassing.

  “Bye, Lennon.” I click off speaker and hand it back to Amaris, who is wiping the tears from her eyes.

  “You girls are assholes,” I mutter, trying hard not to laugh right along with them.

  Walking to the car, we are exhausted and still empty-handed.

  “I mean, the whole strip tease thing is a good idea,” Leslie says, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

  “I bet he’d like it, but I really wanted something special,” I pout, not caring that I sound like a petulant child.

  “What about something music wise or maybe another tattoo?” Adriana asks, hitting the key fob to unlock the car doors.

  �
�I guess I could ask Uncle Vic if his tattoo artist is free,” I say absentmindedly, sliding into the back seat. Zayne did say he’d love to get a few more tattoos on his right arm. He wants a sleeve, so this may not be such a bad idea.

  “Wait, your uncle has tattoos?” Amaris turns from the passenger seat to look at me, her face glowing with excitement.

  Frowning, I look up at her. “Yeah, he has a quarter sleeve and half sleeve.” My eyes look over to Leslie, who has a big grin on her face.

  “Your uncle is so fucking hot, it’s outrageous. I’d fuck him so good, he’d call me mama,” Amaris says, no humor in her voice.

  “I know, right? And he’s kinky to boot. Man, Quinn is one lucky chick.” Leslie’s trill voice bounces around the cab of the car. My mouth agape, I look at these girls like they’ve lost their damn minds.

  “And don’t forget he has a motorcycle. He’s successful, fucking hot as hell, has tats, drives a bike, and can fuck? Jesus!” Adriana exhales loudly, fanning herself with her hand.

  “No! First of all, he’s my uncle, that is just so disgusting. He’s like old and shit. He’s twenty-eight!” I huff out.

  “That’s even better, he has experience. He could teach me a few things. I’d be your next aunt, no problemo,” Amaris’ jovial voice rings out.

  “You girls are seriously disgusting and in need of therapy.” I can’t even begin to think of my uncle with any of my friends. I’d die. I’d literally kill myself.

  “Okay, if he wasn’t your uncle, you’d think the same thing,” Leslie singsongs.

  “He’s way too old. He’d break a hip or get exhausted too fast. No thanks.” Amaris’ laughter circles the car. I take my phone out and text my uncle my crazy idea and hope his tattoo artist is willing to do him a solid.

  * * *

  I drive to the airport to see Leslie and Adriana off the next day. Uncle Vic left early this morning, going back to Atlanta. I swear, this guy is never home. When I mentioned it to him, he said “I have a company to run. Women waiting to ride me. Men jealous and wishing they were me.” Gross.

  Adriana’s grandparents live in Mexico by Cancun, so her family is going on a vacation. Leif and Zayne tag along with me to drop the girls off. Leif just wants to kiss his girlfriend into oblivion, but I love the way he cares for her.

  Brayden, Uncle Vic’s tattoo artist, said he’d do a private session for Zayne on his birthday two days from now.

  I have so much to do and the fact that Zayne is staying with me at my uncle’s condo makes them hard to accomplish. Luckily, he has work. This morning, I enlist Nick, Lennon, and Leif for help.

  “Can you come pick him up? I just need him back by one. Brayden will be here to set up at twelve-thirty,” I whisper into the phone.

  Nick’s joyous laugh rumbles through the phone. “Sure, Natalee. I texted him already to let him know it’s guys morning. We’re taking him for breakfast. He says he already ate, though. I can only imagine what that was.” I roll my eyes. I swear, these guys love to mess with me. I’m getting used to all the jousting and sexual innuendos.

  “See you soon, Nick.” Shaking my head, I put the phone on the counter, mentally calculating everything I need to do.

  Uncle Vic paid Brayden a hefty amount for today. He wanted to help pay for the present. Got to love Uncle Victor.

  “Babe, really, I just want to spend the morning with you. I can do stuff with the guys anytime.” Zayne walks into the kitchen, freshly showered.

  “Sorry, but they wanted to spend the morning with you and I think it’s a good idea. Go have a fun time. I have girl stuff to do and we have all night to celebrate.” Zayne wraps me in his arms, kissing my temple.

  “I love the sound of that. All night.” His breath hits the shell of my ear, causing goose bumps to erupt. He pulls back, leaning against the island. “Once school begins, I won’t see much of you. I want to spend as much time with you now.” I turn toward the fridge, grabbing a couple waters.

  “I know, but they have something special planned. I want you to have fun. I mean, you’re getting older. Soon, you’re going to need a nap after breakfast.” I giggle, watching his eyes dance with amusement.

  “That so? If I recall correctly, you needed a nap this morning after our epic love making.”

  “Nah, that was because you bored me to sleep. Get it right, Morad. You’re not that talented,” I tease him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up my throat. Zayne grabs me and crashes his lips to mine. He bites my lower lip, causing me to gasp. Taking the opening, he slips his tongue inside. A moan escapes from my throat; I pull him closer to me. He picks me up, setting me on the island. His hand slips down, rubbing my clit over my shorts. Pulling back, he looks at me with a smirk.

  “I don’t know, seems to me like I can hold my own, Ms. Rodríguez.” He walks away, chuckling, leaving me a panting mess.

  Zayne and the guys left three hours ago.

  Brayden is due any moment.

  I hope Zayne likes this.

  I stew in my own thoughts while I wait for Brayden to arrive. Though it’s been weeks, the hole in my heart seems to be increasing.

  Rhys and Harrison’s voices cause it to grow. Now, it’s my choice to survive. I need Zayne to know the whole truth, I must tell him without ceasing. I know it will hurt, but I want this relationship. I want things with this man I’d never imagined with any other. The only thing I can think of is the date my life turned into woe. He needs to know the final piece of the puzzle: my mother.

  Brayden finally arrives. Twenty minutes late, which means he only has ten minutes to set up.

  “Calm down, Nat. I’ve got this.” His confident, smirky, fine ass says to me. I know I have a boyfriend, but damn, Uncle Vic’s tattoo artist is hot. Blond hair and grey eyes with thick muscled arms. Think Alex Pettyfer with lots of tats and more muscles. He’s twenty-five and one of the most sought after tattooists in the industry.

  “How have you been, Natalee? I haven’t seen you since last summer.” Brayden has a portable stand that holds all his tattoo materials.

  His hands move gingerly, setting up the table, my eyes glued to his thick muscled arms. The way they move so fluidly has me rendered stupid.

  “Uh, what?” I look up at Bray, who’s eyes are trained on me.

  A smug look crosses his face.

  “Like what you see, baby doll?”

  “I was admiring your snake.” Shit, that came out sounding bad. “I...I mean, the one on your arm...the tattoo.” I internally groan, chastising myself. What the hell, Nat? You can’t even form a sentence.

  He lets out a chuckle and comes closer so I can better inspect his bicep...er, his tattoo.

  “My homie Ray did it. Came out sick, right?” He begins telling me about the scales and shading; the way the colors reflect the light so it looks like it’s tearing out of his skin. I pretty much tune out and just watch his lips move, nodding like he has my attention.

  “Are you going to answer that?” Brayden asks with a lifted brow. I look back at the door, trying to think if the doorbell rang. I don’t wait long before it rings again.

  “Yup, that must be my boyfriend,” I say, as if he doesn’t already know this.

  “Hey, babe, what took you so long?” Zayne asks. He kisses my cheek before walking into the condo, followed by Nick and Leif.

  Zayne stops dead in his tracks when he sees Brayden.

  Last First Kiss

  Natalee seems nervous. The air in the condo feels different. My footsteps falter when I see a very tattooed guy standing in the lounge staring me down .

  Who the fuck is this? Before I have a chance to verbalize, Shorty walks up and grabs my hand.

  “Surprise! I wanted to get you something special for your birthday.” I look down at her, my mind still trying to understand who this guy is.

  “This is Brayden, the best tattoo artist in SoCal. Uncle Vic uses him for all his tats.” My brain slowly begins to function. Did she say tattoo? Her eyes search my own, waiting for
a response.

  “I just…since you told me you really wanted another one, I thought I’d get you one for your birthday.” Her words come out bashful, and I know she’s thinking she messed up, but far from it. This is the most considerate gift anyone has ever given me.

  I pick her up and spin her once.

  “Are you serious, Shorty? Thank you, baby. This is ace.” I kiss her fierce and hard.

  “Alright, love birds, I think this lad is ready for you, Zayne.” Leif claps me on the back. I look over to Leif, who gives me a side smirk. He knows damn well what I was doing with that kiss.

  “Right, where would you like me?” I ask, looking over at the fucker…I mean, Brayden.

  “I need to know what you want, then I’ll draw it up and we’ll go from there. I brought examples of my work.” Brayden hands me a few magazines, books, and a photo album.

  Brayden and I discuss in detail what I want to add to my arm. He gives me feedback about what would look good and what wouldn’t. When he comes back with the outline, I can’t contain my smile.

  “Thank you, baby,” I whisper to her again. Her smile is radiant, making my heart feel like it will explode. This girl just gets me. She pays attention and always seems to find ways to make me happy. Never in my life have I felt this way. I thought I knew what love was until Natalee Rodríguez walked into my life, turning it upside down.

  The lads and I chinwag while Brayden begins tattooing my arm. It hurts, but not too bad. Natalee sits on the other side of me, holding my hand.

  “You okay, babe?” Shorty’s face scrunches as if she is in pain when Brayden goes over a tender spot, making me wince.

  “Yeah, just a bit tender is all.” I hate that it makes her feel that way. Three hours later, the buzz of the tattoo machine turns off.

  “All done, man.” Brayden moves his head side to side, stretching and cracking it.

  I look down at the new piece and couldn’t be happier with it. For the past few hours, I’ve talked to him—he’s not a bad bloke. Still, I don’t like the way he looks at my girl, but I better get used to it. She’s beautiful and can make any man’s heart stop. Too bad for them, she’s mine.