by C A Jonelle
“It feels great to be out of there,” I say and Zayne hands me my sunglasses. “Thanks.” I put them on and lay my head back against the seat.
“So how’s that hot nurse?” Zayne asks as he turns onto the street leading to our house.
“I can’t believe you hit on her while your brother was in the hospital.”
“Did you see her? She’s fucking hot as hell! She texted me last night.”
“And?” I’m really interested in this. I’ve never seen him so happy about a woman.
“She’s fucking amazing, Z. Fucking. Amazing. The girl is twisted like me. You can’t beat that!”
“Is my crazy brother in love?”
“What? No. No, no, no. Maybe I’ll try one of those long-term things. We’ll see.” He waves it off with his hand like it’s nothing.
I roll my eyes and pull my phone out of my pocket. Just then a text comes through and my phone speaks: Text message from Lyndsay: I’m in your room … on your bed ... naked. I about drop my phone as I fumble with it. “Fuck, I thought I turned that function off.” I scroll down and see a picture of her lower half. “Christ almighty,” I whisper.
Zayne is losing it, absolutely losing it. “Oh my god! If something were to go wrong, I’m so fucking glad it was that! I can’t breathe!” He laughs even harder.
“Drive faster.”
His laughter abruptly stops. “What?”
“Step on the damn gas pedal. You heard my phone, there’s a naked woman in my bed.”
He’s laughing so hard now I don’t know how he can drive.
When we pull up to the house I practically fall out of the truck and sprint to the house. I can hear him laughing outside as I burst through the door.
“Hey, Z! How…” Deklan stops when I reach the stairs.
When I reach my bedroom I’m completely out of breath, so I wait a moment. Then I slowly push back the door. The breath escapes my lungs when I see her lying there.
“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper.
She moves on to her side. Someone’s going to have to mop up the drool flowing from my mouth.
“Welcome home,” she coos.
“The best welcome home present I’ve ever fucking gotten.” I amble to her as casually as I can and sit on the edge.
She traces a finger down my thigh and my body awakens from her delicate touch. Her hand reaches up and cups the side of my face. I lean down and whisper against her lips, “My god you’re beautiful.”
“I love you, Zaryk.”
******
Lyndsay
He kisses me deep and hard, his mouth devouring mine in slow, sensual bliss. My lips part and invite his tongue to mingle with mine. His hands are wandering all over my body. My hand moves under his shirt to glide over the bumps of his abdominal muscles. His abs are beyond sexy. I can tell he worked hard to get and keep those and boy, am I thankful for that.
Zaryk moves his lips to my neck and I fall back on his bed. I’m lying flat and completely exposed. His hand cups one of my breasts and he twists the nipple with his thumb and finger. I moan and arch my back, pushing my breast into his hand. I could literally melt from his touch.
His tongue glides up my throat, over my chin, and his lips press against mine again. His strong hand is moving from one breast to the other, kneading and pinching each nipple.
His fingers lightly trace my belly. He parts from my lips and when I open my eyes I see the devious grin on his face. Before I can ask him what he’s up to, he shoves three fingers inside me.
My eyes roll back and I arch off the bed. “Oh my God,” I breathe.
He moves his fingers hard and fast, and round and round. I blindly reach for the hem of his shirt. I want his flesh against mine. When I finally find it he brushes my hand away with his free hand and moves between my legs, still pumping his fingers in and out.
He bends down to my ear, nipping gently with his teeth. “You know what I want, love. Then,” he sits up and my eyes flutter open, “you can do whatever you want to me.” His voice is low and soft.
His eyes are a fierce blue and burrow deep inside me, just like those glorious long fingers of his. His thumb circles the sensitive nub and my body begins to quiver.
“Yes, Zaryk,” I breathe as I clench around his fingers. My eyes close, my back arches, and I explode, crying out his name over and over as my legs shake and my body quivers.
Whimpering moans continue to leave my lips as he lies on his side beside me, his hand resting on my quivering belly. “I love you too,” he whispers.
I open my eyes. His lips flash an adorable lopsided smile. He brushes a strand of hair from my forehead and presses his lips to the soft skin there. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment and I realize I haven’t given him his welcome home present. My lips curl into a mischievous smile as I sit up and push him down onto his back.
“I think I owe you a mind blowing orgasm.” I straddle his hips. His hands grab my ass. I reach back and withdraw them, pinning them above his head. With one hand still holding his down, I reach under the pillow and pull out a couple of scarves.
His eyes widen. “Are we going to play dress up? I’m not sure I’m okay with wearing a scarf.”
I laugh. “Nope.” I lift his shirt over his head and then stretch one of his arms out and begin tying one end of the scarf around it. Then I tie the other end to one of the posts of his headboard and do the same to the other hand.
He beams while he watches me. “Well, well, well. This is a side of you I’ve never seen before. I like it. Boy, do I like it.” He shifts uncomfortably underneath me, his eyes looking down at his crotch. “Could you take those off? I have a feeling he’s suffocating down there.”
“I’d love to, but first,” I pull out another scarf and wrap it around his eyes.
“Fuck. Me,” he groans.
“Oh, I will.” I glide my fingers down his abs and to that V which inhibits all brain function.
His hips rise slightly when I trace my fingers along the top of his jeans. I unfasten and unzip them, slowly and teasingly pulling them, along with his boxer briefs, down his long, strong legs. He springs free. I slither back up his legs and take him into my mouth. He hisses through clenched teeth as I swirl my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” he growls and lifts his hips so I can take him in deeper.
I move my mouth up and down while circling my tongue around his cock. I suck and lick until he’s practically begging for release. When he gets close I stop and pull my mouth away. He lets out a soft whimper and I straddle his legs again.
I sink down his cock slowly and sigh in complete contentment at the feel of him inside me, stretching me, filling me. I reach for the scarf covering his gorgeous eyes and pull it off. He blinks them open and buries his gaze deep into mine. His breathing is heavy, and he struggles to keep his arms from straining against the scarves.
He fills me completely with one thrust from his hips. “God, Zaryk, you feel so fucking good,” I breathe as I begin to rock my hips back and forth.
His eyes close and his lips part as he breathes out softly. “Please untie me. I want to touch you,” his breathing is ragged and short. I watch his chest move up and down and the need whirling around in his eyes makes my breath hitch.
“Not yet.” I circle my hips. His head tips back and he groans loudly, lifting his hips to gain deeper access.
Our eyes lock, his hooded with desire and lust as I move my hips a little quicker, hitting that sweet spot inside. I put my hands on his chest and feel the vibrations of a low growl rumble through it.
“Mmm, Lyndsay, please untie me,” he begs.
I don’t and he pulls, ripping the scarves from the posts. I stop and gawk at him. He thrusts me onto my back, plunging back into me, and making me scream.
“Never underestimate the strength of a sex-starved man, Lyndsay.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he thrusts hard and fast.
My moans are getting louder and his breath is getting heavier.
“Come for me,” he groans. “Fuck.”
His words ignite the flame inside me and my pussy begins to clench. I shake as my orgasm rips through me. “Oh God, Zaryk!” One more hard thrust and he releases inside of me.
He falls onto me and I feel his heartbeat thudding against my chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. It’s almost as if he’s afraid of letting me go. He shifts so he’s beside me and I curl up against his body. His arms are still wrapped around me.
“I love you, Lyndsay.”
“I love you too, Zaryk.”
~ Twenty-Five ~
Zaryk
When I awake it’s dark. I glance at the clock on my desk and it reads nine o’clock. Holy crap, we slept all day. I hear the sound of loud music downstairs. What’s with all the parties lately?
I squeeze Lyndsay’s shoulders in an attempt to wake her up. No luck. The arm she’s lying on is numb. I move her legs apart with my free hand and flick my finger across her sensitive clit. Her eyes are still closed when she huddles closer to me, her back against my chest, and her hips beginning to writhe. I free my arm from beneath her and continue rubbing and flicking her clit with my finger.
She moans softly. I can’t tell if she’s awake or not. The room’s dark and … my thoughts cease when her hand wraps around my hard cock. A wavering breath leaves my mouth as she strokes me up and down; my hips seem to have a mind of their own as they begin to move. Removing my fingers from her wet pussy, I pull her back toward me, turning her onto her back.
I position myself between her legs and slowly enter her, my eyes closed, feeling her heat envelope me, and taking me on a high I don’t want to come down from. This feeling of fullness as I’m inside her is breathtaking. I open my eyes, taking in the sweetness of her face. Her eyes flutter open and she lifts her head and sucks on my lower lip.
“I want you to fuck me, Zaryk … hard,” she demands.
I obey and pump in and out, faster, and harder, taking all of her. The best thing that’s ever happened to me is underneath me. I can’t get enough of her. I don’t want to get enough of her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. She’s perfect.
Her body starts to erupt around me and after a few more hard thrusts, I lose myself inside her. When I gain my composure I pull out of her wet, hot center and fall on my back beside her.
She props herself up on one elbow and faces me, her hand resting on my chest. “Good morning? Evening? What time is it?”
I glance at the clock again. “It’s after nine.”
“We slept all day?” She collapses back down on the bed.
“Yep and it sounds like a party’s going on downstairs.” I sit up and rub my eyes and yawn. I’d rather just stay up here and sleep the night away and cuddle. Cuddle. Good Lord, I’m whipped.
I feel her body press against my back and her arms reach around my waist. She lightly runs her finger up and down my cock making it twitch in response. She nips my earlobe and I drop my head back against her shoulder when she wraps her hand around it. I had no idea he’d be able to work again so soon.
“You’re going to fuck me dry, love,” I breathe as she sucks on my ear.
“It’s your fault for being so fucking amazing and oh so sexy,” she whispers. Her hand is moving quicker over my cock. I’m already fully hardened and on the verge of release.
I reach behind me and find her with my fingers. She’s hot, wet, and ready. I massage her clit and her breath catches. It doesn’t take her long to come for me and I find release with her.
“I could do this all damn night.” I move my head so I can kiss her trembling lips. I chuckle. “Are you crying?”
“No,” she breathes. “Your fingers do amazing work.”
I laugh and slide off the bed, extend my hand to her as she looks at me with an odd expression on her face. “How about you and I go take a shower.” With a huge smile on her face she jumps up and races me to the bathroom.
******
Once downstairs I’m shocked to see just my band-mates, Amberlynn, and Jessica. Zayne’s lying on the floor with his phone in the air laughing as he types away. I’m guessing he’s texting the nurse from the hospital. I wouldn’t mind seeing him with her. She’s gentle and cares for people. He needs a change from the sex-crazed groupies. It’s definitely time for him to settle down and I wouldn’t mind seeing that happen with her.
Amberlynn and Deklan are cuddling on the couch. Kreed’s at the kitchen counter reading. Zayden and Jessica look to be in some deep conversation, but something doesn’t look right in Zayden’s expression.
“This is a party?” Lyndsay asks.
Music from our first album is playing. I walk to the sound system and turn it down. Everyone’s head turns in my direction. They stare at me like I’ve just called the police.
“This has got to be the worst party I have ever fucking seen. What the hell’s going on down here?”
“We can’t have a party without lover boy and his sexy sidekick,” Zayne says, his eyes never leaving his phone.
I roll my eyes and groan loudly.
“It was so quiet down here we could hear Lyndsay moaning and screaming, so we turned some music on,” Deklan laughs.
I look at Lyndsay and her face is crimson. “Oh good lord,” she whispers and palms her face.
“Z, I’ve never seen you run so fast. That was hilarious,” Zayne laughs.
“Okay, I think I liked it better with the music blaring.” I turn the music back up, grab Lyndsay’s hand, and lead her to the kitchen.
I start grabbing bottles of alcohol and set them on the counter. I raid the fridge for beer, mixed drinks and wine coolers and set those beside the liquor. When I’m done, I look wide-eyed at everything.
“Jesus, we have a lot of booze in this house.” The thought of drinking any of this still makes me want to vomit. I grab a bottle of water instead.
“You guys could pass for alcoholics.” Lyndsay snags a water and opens it.
I watch her wrap her lips around the bottle and take a drink. I imagine those lips wrapped around my dick and it twitches in agreement. That mouth. Kreed clears his throat and brings me back from fantasy-land.
“I’m going to call a few people and get shit going. You two have fun.” He winks at us and departs, grabbing a bottle of liquor before leaving.
Lyndsay moves to the cupboard and plucks a glass from the shelf. I stand behind her and run my fingertips down her arms. Her body relaxes, and she falls back against me. I lean down and kiss her neck.
“Can they see us?” she whispers.
“Not if we stay right here,” I whisper against her neck.
I press my already hardened self against her and she moans. My hands slip under her shirt. I pinch her stiffened nipples as she grinds her ass into the bulge of my pants.
“Seriously?” I hear Zayne gripe as he grabs a beer from the counter.
“Get out!” I holler.
Zayne holds his hands up in surrender. “Everybody stay out of the kitchen until the lovebirds are done fucking! Good lord, they’re like rabbits!”
Laughter emerges from the living room.
“Ah fuck it,” I groan and bend Lyndsay over the sink, yanking her jeans and panties down. I unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out. Before she can protest I plunge deep into her. She cries out as I thrust hard and fast. I reach around and begin to rub her clit with two fingers.
“Oh my god, Zaryk!”
“Stay with me, Lyndsay. We have to make this quick.” I rub her clit harder and faster and thrust deeper.
Her cries are getting louder. She’s completely ignoring the fact that there are people in the other room. I doubt the music is loud enough to mask her screams at the moment.
“Yes, yes! I’m almost there, Zaryk!”
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back. My lips devour hers as her pussy clenches and her body shudders. She moans loudly into my mouth. A low growl fills my throat as I thrust one more time and release inside
of her.
I pull out and her body trembles. I turn her around. Her face is flushed and she can’t look me in the eye. I tuck a finger under her chin and bring her eyes to mine.
“Well, that was fun,” I chuckle.
“Your brothers just heard you fucking your girlfriend.” She looks serious and then bursts out laughing. We fix our clothing and make our way to the living room.
“I’m officially scarred for life after hearing all of that!” Zayden’s voice carries from the far corner.
We look at each other and burst out laughing.
~ Twenty-Six ~
Zaryk
The party’s been going on for a couple of hours and the house is packed with our closest friends. When I walk into the living room I see Zayden in the corner pacing and cussing. I make my way over to him.
“Fuck!” he yells and runs both hands through his hair. “How could this fucking happen? She wouldn’t dare do that to me!” He’s screaming at no one in particular.
Zayne gives me a quizzical look. I shrug my shoulders.
“You okay?” I ask. Zayden looks at me and I see the distress in his eyes.
“Yeah, what’s up? You never look like you’re about to cry and kill someone at the same time.” Zayne has a way with words that makes me want to punch him sometimes. I nudge him hard with my elbow. He punches me in the arm. Brotherly love.
Just then Jessica walks into the room. Zayden’s eyes burn with a fury I’ve never seen in him before.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he asks as he threads his fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Tears are streaming down her cheeks.
“You’re sorry? How could you do this to me? To our baby?”
Jessica tries to grab his arm, but he snatches it away. “Zayden please, I hate myself for it. Please,” she pleads.
He gets right up in her face. “I’m done with you. You’ve officially killed my love for you.”
“Zayden, please!” she cries as he moves away from her.
“Fuck you Jess! I’m done! The fact that you could do this … an abortion? Really? Without talking to me first?”