I nod as he takes my hand, leading me up the path to the front door. I can’t help the smile on my face when I realize I’m always following him. It isn’t a bad thing, but it makes my heart soar to be here with him. I could follow him anywhere.
“Is Azriel home now?”
“No. He is working late tonight on a tat.” Ezra unlocks the door, and we step into a large open room with shining hardwood flooring.
The whole house is immaculate but the woodwork is even better. He shows me around the house, pointing out the living room. With its clean furniture and floors, it looks like it belongs somewhere else, not in a bachelor pad. He has pictures of the family on the walls. The kitchen has all wood and chrome appliances and a small round table. There is a sliding-glass door leading out to an enormous patio in the backyard. It has an amazing view of the lake from here.
The upstairs holds the four bedrooms and master bedroom with an adjoining bathroom that is Ezra’s. His brother’s room is off-limits, but I am more curious about Ezra’s room to really care. The other rooms are nicely decorated in warm earth tones with a dresser but not much else.
Ezra’s room is at the end of the hall and faces the lake. It has two French doors that lead to a small balcony. It’s a room of my fantasies given how incredible it looks. His bed is bigger than I could imagine with black silk sheets and comforter. The headboard is odd with a tall backing. It is made of a soft satin-looking material that is twisted and pinched in areas, giving it a unique style. Chrome metal shines from the gathered tufts like the lining of a mattress. The backing is something straight out of a catalog and exquisite. “My brother Issiah made that. He does graphic designing and makes furniture sometimes,” he tells me, stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“It’s neat looking.” I sigh into him.
His bed is against the wall between the two front windows. The nightstands are black too, and lamps with lace sit on each of them. Everything in this room screams masculinity with the dark colors, and I wonder if this was his choice because it resembles his office at the club.
“I like your room.”
“Mmmm…me too. The bed is really comfortable. I bet you would have slept better here,” he says, his lips grazing my neck. I stiffen in his arms for a moment. “I’m just saying. I’m not pressuring you about this, Lanee.”
“I know, but you need to get ready for work. It’s almost ten.” I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
He sighs hard, his breath tickling my neck. “I know, but I need a shower first.”
“I’ll wait here.”
Ezra kisses my neck softly and then releases me so he can go shower. “You could always join me if you want,” he says slyly, waggling his brows at me.
“Go shower so you’re not late.” I laugh.
“The perks of being the boss is I can go in whenever I want to,” he says, pulling off his shirt in front of me.
Holy hell! I’ve seen him shirtless a few times, but when he turns to walk away, his back muscles are on display. He is mouth-watering, covered in hard muscles and tan skin. I swear it’s like he’s tempting me with his body. He smirks at me, leaving the door open. I sit on the bed across from the bathroom, watching him. Slowly, he slips off his shorts, pausing to glance at me with a sly look. My heart is about to explode out of my chest at his movements. I shouldn’t be gawking like this, but I can’t help myself. I want to look. I have a feeling he might be enjoying this too. Once he disposes of his boxers, I find my breathing coming out in short pants. His ass on display almost makes me groan out loud. With the way he just stripped bare, it’s apparent he isn’t shy about me being here seeing him.
I don’t know what has come over me. I lick my lips again, trying to block out the dirty thoughts of him in the shower touching himself. I want to touch all those muscles and relish the way his body feels and ripples under my hands.
Before I can stop myself I’m standing in the bathroom, peeling off my shorts and tank top. I hear him humming happily, and I smile, liking the way he makes me feel. I want this. I want to join him for real, but I’m a little scared.
I need to live more, I tell myself as I pull the bikini off, standing naked in front of the mirror. I take a deep breath before I step into the shower with him, biting my lip when he turns to face me. I know what I look like naked, larger breasts than most and a scar on my thigh. He wouldn’t be able to see it from the position I’m standing in because it’s on the inside of my thigh. Well, unless he bends down to look between my legs. I feel his eyes burn into mine as I meet them shyly.
“You said I could join you.”
Ezra smiles at me, clearly taken aback that I did decide to join him, and pulling me close to his body so we are both under the spray of hot water. “I’m glad you did. Now I can wash your back and you can wash mine.”
I don’t feel as panicked as I thought I would, standing here completely naked in front of him. My heart isn’t beating erratically from fear but from his touch. I reach my hand up and it starts trembling.
“Lanee?” His voice is laced with concern, and he bends at the knees so his face is level with mine. “Baby, what is it?”
I swallow hard, forcing the lump down that has built in my throat. “I’ve never touched a man before,” I confess.
“What?” He tenses and his lips are flat lines now.
“I’ve never done this,” I say, looking at him shyly.
Ezra steps back from me, and I feel like an idiot right now. I shouldn’t have said anything to him. I should never have gotten in this damn shower. I don’t know why I thought I was being brave for doing this.
“I should go,” I say, my voice cracking as I turn away from him. I don’t get far because he pulls me back to him, his arms holding me tight to his body, and I force back the tears I feel in my eyes.
“Don’t go, Lanee. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” His lips brush my neck softly. “Stay in here and touch me. I promise I won’t move.”
“I’m not a virgin, but I might as well be when it comes to this. I can’t touch you, Ezra,” I admit.
“Yes, you can, baby. Just give me a moment to take this in. Let me call Carter and tell him I’m sick or something. I want to do this, but not rushed,” he says, turning me to face him, his icy blue eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m the boss and Carter is my second in command when I’m not there.” He kisses me quickly and leaves the shower.
I stand under the hot spray, letting the water flow over me, willing the tension to flee my body so I can have this moment with him. I open my eyes when I feel him slip behind me, his arms circling my waist carefully, and I sigh with contentment at his warm touch. I feel his lips gently trail along my neck, sending little jolts of excitement shooting through me. I lean my head back as his hands move up to my breasts, his fingers gently plucking at my hard nipples, earning a small moan from me.
“I love your breasts, baby,” he says honestly, and I laugh softly. “I know, I know. It’s cheesy to say, but damn, baby.”
His hands squeeze tighter, and I feel it all the way down to my clit.
“Can I touch you now?” I ask softly.
“Hmm…I don’t know. I have my hands full right now.”
“Ezra.” I groan when he pinches my nipple again, his other hand slipping down my belly. My body is on fire with his touches, and I don’t want him to stop yet. I feel his teeth nip my neck, and I moan loudly when his fingers find my most intimate area. I suck in a breath as he breaches my folds, his thumb gently rubbing a circle against my clit while his finger slides in smoothly. The feeling is different than I expected, and I can feel my hips moving.
“Mmmm…baby, you feel so good,” he says between nips and kisses to my neck, sending more pleasure rushing through my body. His cock is hard against my back, and I crave the feeling of it in my hands.
I reach behind me while he continues his ministrations to my pussy, his other hand
still kneading my heavy breasts, and grab him carefully in my hand. My eyes flutter closed at the loud moan he gives me when I stroke him. Feeling the hardness in my hand is amazing, given the way he is velvety and hard at the same time. I feel different sensations ripping through me the faster he drives his fingers into me, making me grip him a little harder.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans into my neck, his hips pumping in time with my hand.
I bite my lip hard, stifling a moan as a powerful orgasm bursts through me, causing my legs to buckle. But I don’t fall because he is holding onto me. I notice that I let go of him as he continues to move his skilled fingers, his thumb rubbing faster against my clit, and within seconds I’m coming again, screaming his name in pleasure.
Holy hotness! I didn’t expect that to happen. My breathing is panting out fast and hard as he holds me tightly in his arms. That was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had. My mind starts wondering what else would feel good with him.
“Ezra?” I ask, turning to him and running my hands up his wet, chiseled chest. I love the feel of his muscles moving under my touch. I see the lust in his icy eyes, and it makes me feel empowered to know I did that to him. I want to ask him to give me more, but I don’t know how to say it to him.
Ezra gives me a lopsided grin, picking me up so I have to wrap my legs around his waist. He covers my mouth with his, and the feel of his tongue in my mouth excites me even more. “I love the feel of your skin in my hands,” he moans, kneading my ass.
“Ezra,” I say breathlessly, feeling his erection sliding against my slit.
“I know what you need, baby,” he growls against my lips.
I feel the panic building in my chest as I clutch his biceps, his hardness slipping past my opening. I close my eyes tightly, his cock slowly filling me, stretching my snug channel.
“Shh…relax, baby,” he says resting his forehead on mine, his warm minty breath surrounding me once he is fully inside me. He isn’t moving, and it helps for the moment while I stop freaking out in my mind. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me, okay? It will help.”
I want to shake my head, but I’m afraid to move. I’m scared of the pain from my first time. This is going to hurt like last time, is going through my head. I slowly open my eyes to see his blue ones full of concern and pain. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, but I’m going to move. Just relax your muscles. I didn’t realize how tight you were. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says cautiously.
My heart drops at his sadness. I don’t want him to hate me because I’m broken. I want to try this. I want him to fix me. I need to be fixed. “P-please, Ezra,” I plead softly.
Ezra nods but is still as he takes my lips in a gentle kiss. He slips his tongue past my lips, tangling it with my tongue, and I start to relax. He pulls his hips down, slipping out and then pushes up in slow, languid thrusts all the while his mouth is claiming me.
The feeling is better now, and I love the delicious friction he is causing inside me. A loud moan sounds, and I realize it is coming from me as he begins to pump into me a little faster. My panic is gone now, and all I feel is him, his body filling mine while his mouth moves to my neck, licking and nipping my skin and sending pleasure ripping through me.
Ezra’s thrusts are getting faster and harder, his voice coming out in growls as he tells me how wonderful I feel or that I’m perfect. It should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. I’m too lost in the bliss of our bodies joining together. My body is winding up tighter, and I know that any minute I’m going to orgasm from him bumping my clit with his cock.
“Oh, God,” I moan out when his hips slam into me. “So, so close…”
“Me too, baby,” he groans, sucking on my neck harder and pumping in stronger strokes. It feels like he is going to split me in two, but then I feel the orgasm rip out of me. His body is tense a moment longer as my inner muscles milk his cock, and then he is coming with me with a loud growl into my neck.
My body feels boneless as I float back down from the bliss he has just given me. I know we are both breathing hard, but I can’t loosen my grip on him yet. I need to feel this. I’m scared this may have been a dream.
“Are you done fucking yet?” a voice asks from inside the bathroom.
Ezra tenses. “Get the fuck out, Levi!” he roars angrily.
“Oh, shit!” Levi is gone, and I hear him running out of the room, slamming the door on his way.
Ezra pulls his semierect penis out and slides me down his body. Carefully he keeps his arms around me, holding me so my legs don’t buckle. His face is fierce, but I can’t help the laugh that comes out of me. He raises his brows as I smile at him. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lanee. I swear I’m going to kill him when I find him.”
I cover my mouth, trying to school my features, but it is too funny. I didn’t think I would be able to have intimacy ever again, but I did. That isn’t the funny part, but the look on Levi’s face when he walked in on us! I’ve never walked in on a sibling or even Claudia, but apparently by Ezra’s response, it has happened before.
“It’s okay, Ezra,” I say, cupping his jaw with my hand.
Ezra shakes his head, but his smile reappears when I reach up to kiss his lips. “Let’s shower, and then I’ll take care of that little bastard.”
I just smile and nod. I’m too high on the endorphins from our coupling pumping through my system to worry about his brother. I know Ezra isn’t going to kill Levi, but I’m sure he is going to get an earful when Ezra finds him.
Chapter Ten
Making Mistakes
I take deep, calming breaths as I try to leave Ezra’s room after Levi walked in on us. My heart is beating fast now that the lust has faded, and it sinks in that I just had mind-blowing sex with Ezra in the shower. I touch my lips, feeling how swollen they are from kissing him so much, and I smile to myself. It felt amazing in there with him. I knew sex had to be good if most people were out doing it, but I never knew it could be so good for me…until Ezra. It warmed my heart the way he turned so gentle at first, making it feel like that should have been my first time.
I see my reflection in the mirror, and I groan because sitting on my neck is the largest hickey I’ve ever seen. My eyes bug out when I get closer. It looks like a bruise more than anything. I’ve never had a hickey, but it is tender when I touch it. I remember seeing one on Claudia and teasing her for a week before it finally faded, but this wasn’t high school. There was no way I was going to be able to hide this from her. Fortunately, it would be gone before I went back to work.
I sit on the edge of the bed, placing my face in my hands. I can’t believe he gave me a freaking hickey. Who the hell does that? I hear a loud commotion downstairs and leap up from the bed. I go down the hall to hear loud voices arguing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Levi?” Ezra thunders.
“I didn’t know you had the hot nurse upstairs. You usually just bang them at the club. I thought you were watching porn when I heard the screams at first. How was I supposed to know you had a girl in there?”
My heart drops into my stomach.
“What are you doing here anyways?”
“Mom was worried about you, so she sent me over to make sure you weren’t sick. You know she still worries about all of us even though we’re grown-ass men.”
It is sweet that his mom sent his brother over, but it stings that I had to hear about Ezra screwing women at the club. The same club where I met him and made out with him on the sofa. Images of the way he kissed me in there flood my mind, but now it just feels dirty knowing he’s done that before. I should have listened to Claudia and steered clear of him. I guess he really does have that reputation for a reason.
I’m at the bottom of the stairs, and I see Ezra’s naked back. He had thrown on boxers and went downstairs to grab us some bottled waters, and now the two of them are standing inches from each other. When I step onto the cool wood floor I clear my throat to get thei
r attention and both of them turn to face me.
“Um, Ezra, I think I should go now,” I say softly, my voice cracking a bit.
Ezra’s nostrils are flared and he looks tense when he sees I’m completely dressed now. “Levi is leaving, babe. You don’t have to go.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Lanee,” Levi pipes up, his blue eyes trained on me now.
I smile weakly. “It’s okay, Levi, but I need to go home. I’m getting tired and I didn’t sleep well when I got off work.”
Levi bows his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ve gotta go too. Mom is waiting for me to report back.”
“Tell her I’m fine,” Ezra snaps when Levi heads to the front door.
“Yep,” he says, leaving.
Ezra saunters over to me, his arms circling my waist and pulling me flush to his body. He breathes out heavily when I put my hands on his hips, and the two of us stand there quietly for a few minutes before he speaks. “I’m sorry about that, Lanee, but I don’t want you to go yet. I really want you to stay the night.”
I look up at him to see his pleading look. I really do want to stay, but I can’t chance it. I don’t want to explain it to him if I have a nightmare. Plus, I’m still curious about all the talk of girls at the club. Is he a womanizer? Besides, my head is a little confused with what Levi had said moments ago when they were arguing. I don’t want what we did in the shower to be wrong, but I need to think. I need to go home and have space.
“I can’t. I need to go home. I had a really great evening with you,” I begin softly, feeling the way his body tenses up more.
“I did too.” He cups my face with both hands, tilting my chin up so he can kiss my lips gently.
My heart is fluttering with his touch, but I need to go before I say the hell with it and stay. “Can you take me home?”
He closes his eyes briefly, his voice coming out softer. “Yeah, Lanee. I’ll go put some clothes on first.”
I pull away, and he leaves me standing there. Deep down I don’t want to leave him. I want to stay here, but I don’t want to ruin this with him. I don’t want to be a burden to Ezra like I am to Claudia. I want to be normal. I wish I could explain my fears to Ezra, but I have to see where this is leading first.
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