by Eva Luxe
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“What?”
“You said you understood what it was like to feel things spinning out of control. How so?”
I drew in a deep breath before I pulled her head back against my chest. I didn’t want her looking up at me for this conversation. Just in case her opinion of me warped, I didn’t want to see it rush over her face. I wasn’t sure if I could handle something like that.
“My mother and I moved here to get away from my abusive father,” I said.
Paige didn’t say anything, but her arms held me tighter in their comfortable grasp.
“He was manipulative, at best. But at his worst, when he was drinking and cheating on my mother, he lashed out with his fists. He felt that the best way to assert himself was physically.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“One day, my mother woke up with a migraine and saw that I had a bruise around my neck. She couldn’t remember much from the night before, but I did. My father had come home from one of his fun little company parties, trashed, and went straight for my mother. He wanted her, but she refused, and when he continued to try and get what he wanted from her, I stepped in.”
I took a deep breath, gathering strength to finish the story I wasn’t used to talking about.
“He grabbed me around my neck, and it gave my mother a chance to get away. I’m still not sure what prompted the migraine, but my guess is my father got what he wanted in the end from her that night.”
Paige sniffled against me and it broke my heart.
“My mother was a strong woman, but she had her demons. She took advantage of my father’s absence, packed up all our shit, and just drove. We stopped for gas, then stopped again in Brookings for food. She fell in love with this town. How it sat on the ocean. How the mountains towered majestically over the water. We would go for nighttime rides up and down the coast whenever neither of us could sleep.”
“That’s why you like riding out here,” she said.
“It is. But my mother wasn’t perfect. She tried her best to have the kind of life she wanted me to have, but eventually, her demons swallowed her whole. I could never be angry with her for doing what she did. People told me it was okay to be mad, but I wasn’t. I was angry at my father for turning into the man he became, for ripping our family apart, for putting my mother through such hell that she never recovered.”
I held Paige close as she trembled into my body.
“I know how hard it can be to deal with things on your own,” I said. “Something tells me that’s what you’re doing. I just want you to know that I get it. I get trying to do it alone, and I get needing someone. And if you need someone, I’m here.”
Paige lifted her head again and gazed into my eyes. I could see the tears lining the rims of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she rose up onto her toes. Her lips hovered just below mine, and her eyes hooked onto mine before her hand cupped my cheek.
“Take me back to my hotel,” she said breathlessly.
I scooped her up off her feet and carried her back to my bike. I could feel her trembling still, her body shivering against me as she curled up into my chest. I set her down onto my bike and helped her with her helmet. Then we rode in silence as I took her home.
I figured I had overwhelmed her with what I told her, so I enjoyed her touch while I had it. I relished the way she gripped my waist, and I paid attention to the heat pouring from between her legs.
If I could somehow convince her to give me one last night with my body against hers, I’d do anything to make it happen. Her fingertips were drawing mindless circles on my abdomen, and it pulled a grin across my face as we made our way back into town.
I parked my bike and offered to walk her up to her room.
I packed up her helmet before I tucked mine underneath my arm. I escorted her to the front door of her hotel room and figured that was it. She dug around in her pocket for her room key and opened the door with ease, but as she turned back around to look at me, her eyes filled with a desire I’d seen the night before.
A desire that overtook her the moment we stepped into her room.
Her hands came up and fisted my jacket, pulling me into her lips. Our bodies crashed into each other like comets colliding above the earth, and I dropped my helmet into her room. She pulled me through the threshold, the door slamming shut behind me, and my hands flew to her hips as I pulled her close.
If this was going to be our last night together, I was going to make sure she would never forget it.
Chapter 31
Paige
Zach strode into my room and pulled my body close to his. I was desperate to get his clothes off. Desperate to feel his muscles writhing against mine. The strength it must have taken to open up to me like that shocked me to my core. Zach didn’t strike me as the type of man who opened up like that to people, but for me, he’d revealed his life story to me, just so he could comfort me.
We’d danced on the beach, and I’d felt his bike rumbling underneath my body. His muscles teased me from behind his clothes, calling out my name as his lips dripped with the sordid secrets of his past. I had no idea what had come over me, and I didn’t know where I would go once the sun rose in the morning, but what I did know was that I wanted him.
I wanted him one last time before I came clean with him.
I slid his leather jacket off his shoulders before tugging his shirt over his head. Our hands made quick work of each other’s clothes. The sound the fabrics made as they fell to the floor made me smile.
Zach’s hands traveled along my body with ease, soaking up my warmth as my tongue traced the outline of the tattoo on his chest. My fingernails raked down his arms, pulling a groan from him as he backed me into the wall.
His hands grasped my ass, and I jumped. I locked my legs around him as I giggled, taking in his beautiful, baby blue eyes. His lips touched mine, soft and sweet with a just a hint of lust. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I could feel my hands shaking with the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I could feel every single muscle of his body aching for my touch.
He peeled me from the wall and lowered me to the bed. His hands spread my legs, and his lips rushed down my body. I could feel him placing well-timed kisses on my thighs, his teeth biting and nipping. I arched into him, trying to find his lips so they could give attention to my throbbing clit.
The things this man did to my body left me breathless before he even touched me.
I looked down at him and saw him sink to his knees. His strong hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer as he sat down to eat his fill. He licked a thick stripe up my slit, flicking my clit before he swallowed my juices down.
I whimpered as my head collapsed back to the bed.
He parted my pussy lips with his tongue. I felt his hands slide up my stomach, and his palms found my aching tits. He massaged them to the rhythm of his tongue flicking my clit, and my hands curled into the sheets as my back arched.
Every molecule of my body was coursing with heat, igniting a burning passion inside of me that had been latent for years. My eyes began to water as my hands dug into the mattress. My toes began to curl as he pressed his tongue deeper into my body.
I shook with his motions while his palms massaged my tits, tugging and tweaking my aching nipples as that coil inside me wound tighter and tighter.
“Shit, Zach. I love this so much.”
His tongue was licking, and his lips were sucking. His scruff was scratching the inside of my thighs. My mind was firing off a million miles a second, rendering any logical part of me useless as his tongue licked my pussy. I felt myself dripping onto his skin, coating his face in me as he pulled me closer to him.
His hands slid back down my skin before they wrapped around my thighs and pinned me to the bed.
I dug my heels into his back as he moaned into my pussy. The coil in my gut wound so tightly that my toes were beginning to cramp. I cried
out as pain and pleasure rushed up my legs, tingling my tits and shivering my skin as I came all over his lips. My body stayed pinned to the mattress. The pleasure was so exquisite that my sounds were caught in my throat.
I plummeted to the bed, and a light sheen of sweat graced my body. Zach kissed the insides of my legs, smiling as I jumped at his touch. I panted as I lay there, staring up at a ceiling that was undulating because of the euphoria I was experiencing.
I came so hard I was beginning to hallucinate.
Zach appeared in my vision, and I pulled him down for a kiss. I lapped my taste off his lips as he hooked his arm underneath my leg. He pulled my knee toward my chest, pinning me open for him as my other leg continued to dangle over the side of the bed.
He put a condom on and then smirked into my neck as his throbbing cock sat at my entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”
“Do you want it?”
I grunted and bucked into him, trying to get him closer to my body. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted to coat this bed in our scent before I nuzzled into him and fell asleep against his strong, lean body.
“So impatient,” Zach said.
“I’ll do anything.” I opened my eyes and found Zach staring at me, his blue eyes hardened as he cocked his head off to the side.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Anything.”
He slid his cock into me just before his lips crashed into mine. He swallowed my sounds as he split me in two, his dick rubbing against every beautiful spot God had ever created. My legs shook as he entered me.
My head spun as he continued to kiss me. My muscles cried out for mercy while my heart cried out for more. I felt him pull all the way out before he slid back into me, grinning as my entire body shook at the mercy of his.
Yes, I would fucking do anything for this.
He reared back and slammed his body against mine, and I whimpered into his lips. I could feel his cock throbbing, begging for release as his balls smacked my ass. He crawled onto the bed as his thrusts pushed me backward, then he pinned my wrists above my head.
“I love filling up your tight little pussy,” he told me.
His dirty talk made me want to return some of my own.
“Your big cock fits it just right,” I said.
And it did.
My leg was trapped. My arms were trapped. I was trapped.
My heart was trapped.
Over and over again, his cock slammed into me until our hips connected. He rolled his body expertly, his abs contracting against my skin as his lips dipped to my neck. He bit and sucked and nibbled, forming bruises I could feel rising as my body lay there helplessly for his taking.
But it wasn’t long before he ripped out of me, flipped me over, and pulled my hips into the air.
He slid into me, and I braced myself against the headboard. I smacked my ass against his body as he continuously filled me up, his cock reaching deeper than I ever thought it could. My spine was on fire with the electricity coursing through my veins, and every movement I made was stunted by the pleasure running through my system. I tried to moan his name, but it caught in my throat with another thrust. I tried to reach around for him, but a muscle cramped because of the sheer desire I had for him.
I felt his hand wrap up into the soft tresses of my hair before he wrenched me back and smacked my ass.
“Holy fuck, Zach!”
“You should see yourself right now,” he said. “Covered in sweat and twisted in the most glorious ways. No woman has ever looked so beautiful in this position. No one has been like you.”
His words thundered in my ears and rang off the corners of my mind. His balls were smacking my clit, and I could feel my juices splattering everywhere. Sweat was dripping down my brow, and his hand was tugging my hair even tighter, and I knew I didn’t want to come again without feeling his body against mine.
So, I rose up and pressed my back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around my body.
“Come for me, Paige. Do it again. Let me feel you.”
“Come with me,” I said. “Don’t make me do it alone.”
I reached my hand back and wove my hand through his hair. I pulled his head toward my lips and peppered him with kisses. Our lips found one another’s as his hands roamed my body, tugging at my nipples and gripping every handful of excess he could find.
I felt beautiful in the arms of this man. I felt wanted. My body jolted with every thrust as his muscles contracted against my body, and as his hand trailed down to find my clit again, I shook uncontrollably.
“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
“On the count of three,” he said
“What?”
“One…” His fingertips found my clit and pressed it deep.
“Two…” His fingers picked up the pace, circling my swollen nub as my legs threatened to give out underneath me.
“Zach,” I said, choking.
“Three.”
His teeth sunk into my shoulder just as his cock thrust up into me one last time. He buried himself as far as he could go, his fingertips working my clit as he pumped my body full of his cum. I felt my pussy letting go, clenching around him and milking him for everything he had as his strong arms held me close.
We shook against one another, two strangers with locked spirits in the middle of a dark hotel room.
We collapsed to the bed, and I felt him licking the spot he’d bit. I would be covered with evidence of him in the morning, but I didn’t care. I had no one to report to and no one I had to call in the morning. As far as I was concerned, I was no longer working for my boss anyway. I panted as Zach rolled off to the side, his hand reaching out to move the hair away from my face.
His eyes were comforting to me as he pulled the covers up over our bodies.
I wanted to ask him what was going on with Mr. Kent’s company. I wanted to come clean about everything so he could reassure me he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I wanted to be honest with him, and I wanted him to tell me it was okay. That I was just doing my job and that he knew that I’d never planned on this happening.
I wanted him to tell me that he knew I’d never planned on becoming so attached.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. As his hand traveled over my back, lulling my eyes closed, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin the moment. I wanted to enjoy the night I was having with him.
I wanted to remember him just like this, as a man who looked at me like I was the light of his life. Because once I came clean and told him who I was and what I had been doing, it would change everything.
And there would be no going back from that.
Chapter 32
Zach
I woke up the next morning with the best ache in my bones. The sun was just beginning to shine through the windows, and I felt a familiar body stirring next to mine.
Paige rolled over and sighed, her arm searching for me before it wrapped around my waist. I slowly opened my eyes and focused on her, studying the parts of her body I could see poking out from beneath the covers. I cradled her next to me and allowed myself a moment.
Just one moment to soak up her warmth.
I needed to get back to my cabin so I could get ready for work, but I didn’t want to leave Paige alone in this hotel room. I thought about calling off work, taking a sick day, and lying here until she woke up.
I thought about what it would be like to wake her up with me between her legs. I thought about what her morning scent would taste like on my tongue.
Would she enjoy waking up with an orgasm? Would she enjoy my cock fucking her awake?
I wanted to figure it out, but I knew I couldn’t.
I wanted to talk with her. I wanted to wake her up and ask her how she was feeling. As I gazed upon her sleeping form, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. This was temporary, and the both of us understood that.
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She was here on vacation, or for work, or for whatever other reason she had, but she didn’t live here. She lived nine hours away, and shit like that never worked. Fuck, it hardly worked when people were nine minutes away.
But nine hours? Nope.
I would need her next to me, with me, all the time. I was fucking smitten. It didn’t sound like a word to describe a rough, hard guy like me, but it was pretty damn accurate.
There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable. Taking the day off work would just delay what was coming, and then I’d have to watch her drive away, back to her world. A world in a city I’d never venture back to as long as I was alive and kicking.
The longer I lay there with her in my arms, the angrier I became. This was absolute bullshit. It felt like punishment for whatever the hell I’d gotten wrong as a child.
I pulled myself away from her and watched her turn over onto her stomach, her beautiful body splayed across the mattress as more of her came into view. I allowed my eyes to trail along her skin one last time, committing every last bit of her to memory before I left.
Before I left her to live the life she was destined to live.
I hoped she would discover her passion. I hoped she would go home and resolve whatever it was that was plaguing her. I hoped she would find someone better than me to make love to her in all the best ways possible. I hoped the best for her as I slid on my coat.
I picked my helmet that I’d tossed into the corner and looked back one last time before I left. Instead of going to my house I simply drove around until it was time for work.
If I went to my cabin, I wouldn’t resurface. I would lose myself in my research again, and I wasn’t sure I would ever allow a woman to penetrate its walls again.
I made it to work by eight-thirty and was ready to take my mind off things. I was still in the warehouse, still splitting wood in half and hauling it onto the backs of trucks. The monotonous work and the strenuous nature of it helped to take my mind off Paige, but by the time lunch rolled around, she was back on my mind again.
“Caden, could I talk to you about something?”