O Come, All Ye Sinners

by Amo Jones

“There is no us,” I say to him gently, then just decide to go for honesty. “I know that we have some sort of… connection here, but we’ve never acted on it, and it’s because of you, Zach. You don’t know what you want, you send me mixed signals, and you haven’t treated me the way I deserve to be treated. I don’t want to be one of many, or someone you can tick off your list, I’m worth much more than that. You can’t give me what I want—”

  “I know I’ve fucked up, April—”

  “No, Zach. Fucking up is forgetting a birthday, or making a one-time mistake. What you have done is consciously decided to not want to be with me, over a long period of time, after sleeping with me,” I tell him, pushing his hand away and standing up in front of him. “So don’t come in here, after playing hero, and ask me what we are doing here. You’re the one who made the rules, I’ve just been following them.”

  “I couldn’t give you what you wanted back then,” he says, jaw tight. “I thought I was doing the right thing, instead of dragging you into a situation where I knew that one of us would end up getting hurt. You’re right, I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I wasn’t in the right place, and it wasn’t the right time.”

  “And now is?” I ask challenging him. “Why are you bringing this up now, Zach? Is there even a point? Nothing has changed.”

  “Everything has changed,” he replies, slamming his lips down on mine in a deep, punishing kiss, one that soon turns gentle as we melt into each other. I hold onto his neck, pulling him down to me, whilst he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him of their own accord.

  I don’t know why I don’t push him away, other than I don’t want to.

  We are always drawn to each other, and I don’t know if that will ever end.

  But right now, in this moment, Zach is mine.

  The fucked up thing though, is that I’m always his.

  A knock at the door has me jumping off him and backing away, chest heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath. I turn away from the door as Zach sticks his head out and mumbles something, quickly closing the door.

  “Come on, I’ll take you home,” he says as I face him, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. He looks as flustered as I feel. “I told your boss you’re going home.”

  I purse my lips. “Don’t tell me what to do. This is my job.”

  Eyes narrow ever so slightly. “You wanna stay and do the rest of your shift with those men still here? No problem. I guess I’ll make myself comfortable then.”

  “You don’t have to stay,” I grumble, pulling on the hem of my shirt. I’m sexually frustrated, turned on, and all I want to do is have him kiss me again. “In fact, I think it’s best that you go.”

  He steps closer and takes my hands in his, bringing me up against his body. “Come on, take the rest of the night off.” He kisses my temple, then lowers his lips down to my jawline. I want to give in, but I don’t want him to know just how much power he has over me. I’d love nothing more than to spend the night with him, but what does that get me other than a few orgasms? It’s just going to make me want him more.

  Shaking my head, I step away from him and head to the door. He said everything has changed, but really it hasn’t.

  “I was scared, April,” he says to me, freezing me in my spot. “I was just starting out in the club, and you were my dream woman. I was fuckin’ scared, okay. The timing was wrong. I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant to. I’m crazy about you, April, and I always have been.”

  “What do you want from me, Zach?” I ask him, facing him once more. I know that he does care about me, and always has. It’s in the way he always makes sure I’m safe, and if I need anything I always know he’s only a call away. But caring about me and wanting to be with me, are completely different things.

  He simply flashes me a sheepish smile, taking a step towards me. “How about you let me get you out of here, and take you out for dinner? A date. The first of many.”

  “You’re serious about this?” I ask him, scanning his eyes. “You’re suddenly ready for something more?”

  He kisses my lips, so softly, so sweetly, that my eyes gently shut and it’s almost as if I can feel his emotions pouring into me.

  “I’m sure,” he says against my lips. “Just give me a chance, and let me prove myself. I wasn’t ready before, so I tried to stay away from you, but fuck, April. You’re all I think about. The timing will never be perfect, but I don’t want to wait without you.”

  He’s saying all the right things, things he has never said before, but still, I’m wary, and rightly so.

  Do I give him a chance and put my heart on the line? Or do I put my guard up, and save myself future heartbreak, but always be left wondering what if…

  “Let’s get out of here,” I reply, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes.

  He smiles, and offers me his hand.

  I take it, electricity shooting up my arm.

  Fuck.

  I step into the clubhouse, loud music blaring, Trillian at my side. We’re arriving fashionably late, mostly because I had to work, and after doing a work placement today at the local school, it doesn’t feel like I’m meant to be here, dressed in a long pencil skirt over a white bodysuit. My feelings are validated when I see what the other women are wearing, or what they aren’t wearing, my eyes darting to Trillian who simply laughs.

  “I tried to warn you,” she says, wrapping her arm around me. “You look great, don’t worry about it.”

  She had decided on a simple black dress, classic but sexy, and I should have followed suit. However being a teaching student, I do need to watch how I dress and present myself, and that means in all situations.

  “There’s Xander and Zach,” Trill points out, my eyes instantly following her line of direction. I see a woman approach Zach, placing her palm on his chest, but he simply steps away, and shakes his head no.

  “Maybe he is serious,” I mutter, sighing deeply.

  After my date with Zach, I told Trillian everything, and I know she’s really hoping that things work out between us.

  “He is,” she promises me. “I had a conversation with him about you, and April, he has it bad.” She pauses and adds, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him reject a woman so quickly before.”

  The man in question turns and sees me, his eyes lighting up. A slow spreading smile has my heart in my throat, especially when he storms over to me, wraps me in his arms, his intoxicating scent taking over me.

  “Happy birthday,” I say to him, kissing his stubbled cheek. “Sorry we’re late.”

  “Thank you,” he replies, running his fingers down my bare arm. “You look beautiful.”

  I glance down and wince. “I stick out like a sore thumb here.”

  He cups my face and shakes his head. “You are perfect, April.” He smirks, and then adds, “I like that you look like you belong with the banker, but really you’re all mine.”

  Laughing softly, I raise up on my tip toes and kiss his soft lips. “Opposites attract, right?”

  His leather cut presses against my soft, modest blouse, the two such a contrast.

  It took years, heartbreak and a complicated friendship for us to get here.

  But here we are.

  “They do. Come on, I’ll get you something to drink,” he says, pulling me away from Trill and Xander, who are chatting together closely, already lost in their own world. “What would you like?”

  He leads me to the impressive bar, stocked with every alcohol imaginable.

  “I’ll have a vodka, please,” I tell him, leaning against the counter. “Do you have lemonade?”

  He opens the fridge, which is stocked to the brim with drink mixers. “Baby, we have everything.”

  “You aren’t kidding,” I mutter, watching him play bartender.

  He slides me a glass, and sticks a straw in it. “Too strong?”

  Lifting the glass to my lips, I taste it, the icy liquid just what I need right now. “It’s perfect.”
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br />   “Good.”

  A few of his brothers stop by to chat with him, and he introduces me to any of them that I don’t already know.

  “How the hell did you land her?” One of them jokes, slapping him on the back.

  “I don’t even know,” Zach replies back, good-naturedly. “I’m just a lucky man, I guess.”

  Rolling my eyes at their banter, I sip on my drink and enjoy the music and the company. Trillian and Xander join us, the four of us sitting at a table together.

  “This is just the double date I was talking about,” Trill says, beaming at me. “And I’m so glad it’s with Zach, and not Dave.”

  “Me too,” Zach replies in a dry tone, pulling me tighter against him. “Let’s hope I never run into him again.”

  I gently elbow him, then down the rest of my drink. The next few hours pass in a daze of dancing and laughter, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had such a fun night. When we make it back to his room in the clubhouse he has me lifted in his arms, bride style, and throws me on the bed, locking the door as I move up to his pillow, making myself comfortable.

  “You in my bed,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “Best birthday present. Ever.”

  I smile and sit up, removing my clothes until I’m sitting there bare in front of him.

  “You are so incredibly sexy,” he whispers, pulling off his own clothing, and throwing it on the floor.

  His body is amazing, every inch of him defined, and I can never look away from him.

  “Look who’s talking,” I breathe, swallowing hard as my gaze drops to his thick, hard cock. It almost looks like it’s straining towards me, begging for attention. As he comes closer, I squeeze my legs together, wanting him so badly. He takes the time to kiss me first, tasting me slowly, before his hands start to wander down my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples.

  “I’m never going to get tired of this,” he says as he lowers his body, sucking on my collarbone before heading down the centre of my body.

  “Me either,” I reply, my head falling back. I want to watch him pleasuring me, but at the same time all I can do is close my eyes and feel, so lost in the sensation. The first lick of his tongue has me moaning, my fingers digging into the mattress. I’ve always secretly judged women who were stuck on one less than perfect man, but when you have that connection, that chemistry, in and out of bed, it’s like an addiction.

  He makes me come, then slides inside of me, thrusting ever so deep and slow, a torturous grind that has me begging for more.

  “Zach,” I whisper, pleading with him.

  He quickens his pace, and slams his lips own on mine.

  And when he comes, it’s my name on his lips.

  “Merry Christmas!” Zach calls out, exiting the bathroom in nothing but a santa hat, and a bow around his cock.

  I burst out laughing, shaking my head at him. “You better have got me real presents,” I joke, throwing a pillow at him, which he dodges, and jumps on my bed.

  “I did,” he says as he kisses my ankle.

  “I got you something, too.”

  “April, all I need is you,” he replies, standing back up and doing a little dance for me. “For now, just enjoy the show.”

  I sit back, and enjoy his little Christmas parade.

  This is our first one together, but I know that there are many, many more to come.