ZAAN (Sidewinders: Generations Book 1)

by Kat Mizera

  “Ohhhh…” Her voice was breathy, but she was clutching the sheets with her fists.

  I pushed deeper, moving slowly but firmly, keeping just enough pressure on her clit to distract her from the discomfort.

  “Oh, my god, that’s amazing.” She blew out a breath.

  “Pain?”

  “No. Just a little uncomfortable.”

  “I’m all the way in, babe.” I didn’t move, didn’t do anything, just continued stroking the hard little nub at the apex of her thighs, waiting for a signal that she was ready for more.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Make me come.”

  “Jesus, I love you.” I bent my torso so I could kiss the side of her face and she smiled.

  “I love you too.”

  I started to move then, gliding in and out of her ass while simultaneously fingering her clit. She was squirming now, arching into my cock, then towards my fingers, her body moving back and forth as I upped my intensity. I broke out in a sweat, struggling to stay in control long enough for her to come, because as always, doing it this way wreaked havoc on my staying power.

  “Zaan!” Her shriek came out of nowhere and she bucked beneath me, her ass surging against me as my finger continued the relentless assault on her clit. My balls tightened, pleasure rocking down my spine and exploding out as I shot off inside of her.

  We collapsed on the bed, her flat on her stomach and me on mine, on top of her. Neither of us moved for a few minutes, our bodies still connected and my face buried in the hollow of her shoulder.

  “Did I hurt you?” I asked after a bit.

  “No.” She smiled. “It was awesome.”

  “You liked it?”

  “Loved it. Super intense. Everything in there felt so full with all this pressure and you moving… It fucking rocked.”

  I chuckled. “It’s not my favorite, but we can do it whenever you want.”

  “Okay.” She shifted and I slowly pulled out and rolled onto my back. She instantly moved against me, curling into my chest. “You popped my anal cherry on our wedding night.” She giggled.

  “I did.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “You got any other cherries for me to pop?”

  “I don’t think so, but we can get creative.”

  I laughed. “Whatever you say, doll.”

  Epilogue

  Zaan

  I’d bought us first-class tickets for our flight to Edinburgh so we were pretty well-rested when we landed. Since this was technically our honeymoon, I had a limo pick us up from the airport and booked a suite with a massive hot tub at our hotel. Tonight was Ian and Everly’s informal rehearsal dinner, being held at his family’s castle. Apparently, rehearsal dinners weren’t really a thing in Scotland, but with so many people coming from out of town, Ian and Everly wanted an informal way to give guests a chance to meet and get to know each other. So it wasn’t actually a rehearsal of anything, but we were still expected for dinner.

  Lexi wore ripped blue jeans and a tank top with her leather jacket, and I had on black jeans with a black T-shirt. Ian insisted tonight was informal because tomorrow would be incredibly formal, so jeans were not just okay, but recommended. My bride was gorgeous in anything, of course, but she was stunning tonight. Maybe it was because we’d only been married for a day and a half, but I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her.

  “Knock it off,” she laughed, as I palmed one of her breasts. “We have to be there in fifteen minutes.”

  “You’re no fun,” I teased.

  “Plenty of time for fun when we get back.”

  We got an Uber to take us to the castle and Lexi’s eyes widened as we drove up. “This is where Ian grew up?”

  “Yup.”

  “Holy shit, it’s amazing.” She snapped a few pictures with her phone when we got out and we climbed the front steps with our hands linked between us. I’d managed to find titanium wedding rings at Mr. Weinberg’s shop and I glanced down at mine with a private smile. I fucking loved being married.

  “Hello!” Ian and Everly greeted us at the door and hugged us tightly, congratulating us and asking a dozen questions as we made our way into the house.

  “I’m going to need a tour of your house before we leave Edinburgh,” Lexi told Ian.

  “Absolutely. My mother loves nothing more than showing off the house to friends.”

  We walked around a corner and into a great room I’d never seen before and a huge group of people yelled, “Surprise!” There was a banner that read “Congratulations, Zaan and Lexi” and a wedding cake on a table in the middle of the room.

  “Oh, no.” Lexi looked as shocked as I felt. “This is your wedding…not ours!”

  “Our wedding is tomorrow,” Everly said with a warm smile. “And since tonight was meant to be a casual way for everyone to meet, we thought it was the perfect excuse to throw you a party since you didn’t have a reception.”

  “Thank you!” Lexi threw her arms around Everly and the ladies hugged tightly even though they barely knew each other.

  “You’re a good man,” I told Ian, shaking his hand. He drew me in for a quick hug, grinning.

  “You’re a good friend. And I’m really happy for you.”

  We were immediately surrounded by many of my teammates. Tore, Dax, Royce and Nate came to us first, hugging us both and everyone talking a mile a minute. There was food and music and laughter and champagne. I caught Lexi’s eye and she smiled, our eyes lingering a moment longer than I’d thought they would.

  “Thank you,” she mouthed.

  I frowned since I didn’t know what she was thanking me for.

  She motioned with her hand and then brought her fist to her heart. “Everything,” she mouthed back.

  I hadn’t planned this, but I was pretty sure I knew what she meant. Our worlds were intermingled now. We’d been married with her family and new band. Now we were here with my closest friends, who were helping us celebrate again. And in a couple of days, we’d head to Norway, where we’d have yet another celebration with my family. We were truly part of each other. We always had been, but now it was tangible, and reality was even better than the fantasy.

  “I’d like to dance,” my wife whispered in my ear after we’d eaten and cut the cake.

  “I’d love to dance with you.” I took her hand and led her to an area in the middle of the room that had been cleared just for this purpose.

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. We swayed in time to The Hollies’ “The Air That I Breathe,” which was one of Lexi’s all-time favorite songs, and she rested her head against my chest. Damn, it felt good to have her in my arms.

  My love.

  My Lexi.

  My wife.

  Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed Zaan and Lexi’s book, and if you missed the prequel to this story, you can find it in the collection entitled “Las Vegas Sidewinders: Ever After.” For an excerpt and more information on my books, turn the page.

  Excerpt from “The Sidewinders’ Siren,” found in the short story collection “Las Vegas Sidewinders: Ever After.”

  There was nothing worse than going to a party with your parents. With her back against the wall of the house, knees bent, forearms resting on her knees, Lexi Rousseau stared out at the happy laughter going on around her with a scowl. The Las Vegas sun was hot enough to fry an egg on the concrete and she wished she was in the pool too. Unfortunately, taking off her shirt wasn’t an option and she just wanted to go home, where she could cool off in peace. Glancing down at her phone, she sent a text to her best friend in Minnesota, Lindsay.

  LEXI: Whatcha doin’? I’m at a party with the parental figures.

  The reply came in just seconds later:

  LINDSEY: Working a double, but I’m on break.

  LEXI: Sorry.

  LINDSEY: Is Zaan there?

  LEXI: Yup.

  LINDSEY: Have you talked to him?

  LEXI: I’m chicken.

  LINDSEY: Ugh.

  LEXI: Gotta go�
�Dad’s coming.

  Lexi glanced up as her father approached. His deep blue eyes were fixed on hers with disappointment and she sighed.

  “I’m having a great time,” she said sarcastically. “Really. Go back to your friends.”

  Rob Rousseau folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. “Lexi, you’ve been sitting here by yourself for two hours,” he said. “Why don’t you spend time with us or some of the other kids…?”

  “The kids are like three years old.” She rolled her eyes.

  Rob chuckled. “I know, but you love little kids. You babysit all the time.”

  “That’s different,” she said quietly.

  “Look, I know there isn’t anyone your age,” he said. “But you’re eighteen now. There’s no reason you can’t be friendly with the wives or—”

  “As long as I’m not friendly with the guys on the team, right?” She hated arguing with her dad but the last two years had been hard and he was making her crazy, trying to push her into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with yet. Like showing off her breast-less chest.

  Rob made a face. “You’re too young for the guys on the team, and anyway, you wouldn’t want to date a hockey player. You hate moving and that’s what hockey wives do. That’s a big part of the reason your mom and I divorced—it’s not an easy life, especially at your age.”

  “Mack doesn’t seem to mind.” Lexi glanced over to where her stepmother was talking with one of the other wives.

  “Mack’s different,” Rob said gently. “This is a second marriage for both of us and my days playing hockey are almost over, but that’s not the point. Come on, why you don’t go for a swim? I’ll get in too—we can play keep away.”

  “No, thanks.” She shook her head.

  “You can’t just sit here and mope! I know you didn’t want to leave Minneapolis but it’s just temporary until—”

  “I like Vegas, Dad,” she said. “It’s fine.”

  “Then let’s go for a swim.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “You never want to do anything,” he protested. “You’ve been through hell, but it’s time for you to—”

  “I said I was fine.” She got to her feet. “I’m going to get something to eat.”

  “Lexi, stop it!” Her father’s voice showed his irritation, but Lexi didn’t care.

  Fighting cancer at sixteen had been the hardest thing she’d ever imagined, but the after effects were still destroying her emotionally. “I don’t want to go swimming.” Lexi faced her father, fists clenched at her sides as she tried to keep her voice down. “I wanted to stay home. You made me come but you can’t make me have fun.”

  Rob threw up his hands. “You have to stop hiding under oversized clothes and wigs! You’re a smart, beautiful girl who should—”

  “Should what?!” Lexi finally snapped, her voice rising as she stared at her father. “Go swimming?!”

  “Lexi.” Rob took a breath, glancing briefly at his teammates and their families, who were all starting to watch.

  “What?” she cried. “Why do you want me to stop wearing oversized clothes? So everyone can see what my body looks like?” She yanked her shirt over her head and threw it aside.

  “Lexi, I—”

  “How ‘bout if I take my bikini top off too?!” Lexi was furious, tired of her father’s double standard. “Huh? Why not, Dad? I mean, that’s what you want, right? You want me to stop hiding so none of the guys on the team will look twice at me, so here you go!” She yanked the tie to her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. She whirled around and threw up her hands. “This is what a double mastectomy leaves behind—what an eighteen-year-old with no tits looks like!”

  “Oh, Lexi…” Mack took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern.

  “Happy, Dad? Now all your teammates know I’m deformed and will never look twice at me. My virtue and your puritanical sensibilities are all safe..”

  “Honey, I didn’t…” Rob took a deep breath.

  “Just leave me alone,” she cried, grabbing her top as she stalked back into the house.

  For a moment no one moved and then a quiet voice broke the silence. “I’ll go talk to her.”

  Zaan Hagen was a new kid on the team. He’d just finished his rookie season and was a finalist for the Rookie of the Year award. He’d been drafted at eighteen and though most players his age either stayed in the major juniors or went to the team’s minor league affiliate to develop, Zaan had been ready for the big leagues. He’d had a hell of a season and the team expected big things from him.

  “You don’t even know her,” Rob muttered.

  “Rob.” Mack’s soft voice at his side made him turn. “She needs someone her own age right now. Let Zaan talk to her.”

  Blowing out a breath, Rob nodded. “Yeah, okay, thanks. Be careful, though—she bites.”

  Zaan snorted. “You think she’ll be the first teenage girl who’s tried to bite me?” He went off in the direction Lexi had gone amidst a spattering of muffled laughter.

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