Authors: Lauren Crossley
Chapter Four
I’ve
been waiting for an hour, pacing back and forth as I wait for Zack in our hotel
room. I have no idea when he’ll be back and don’t think I can wait around much
longer.
I
know I promised him I’d stay here but all I want to do is leave. The memories I
still have about the first time we came here still haunt me, swirling around
inside my head until I can’t make sense of anything but my turmoil.
The
abrupt sound of my phone startles me, yanking me out of my deep contemplation
while I search for it. Scrambling around inside my handbag, I finally locate it
and don’t even check the screen before I accept the call.
“Hello?”
I answer, sounding breathless.
“Hey,
Sam. It’s Aaron.”
“Aaron?
Why are you calling? Is everything ok?”
I
continue to fire questions at Zack’s brother, wondering why on earth he would
be phoning me so late.
“Were
you expecting someone else? You didn’t seem too happy when I told you it was
me.” He chuckles, joking around with me light-heartedly.
“No,
it’s just… I’m waiting to hear from Zack.” I inform him, taking a seat on the
edge of the four-poster bed.
“He’s
not with you? I thought you were spending the whole day together.”
“Something
came up.” I explain, realising how lame that makes Zack sound.
“Must
have been pretty important?” Aaron enquires, wanting me to elaborate.
“You
could say that.”
“Come
on, Sam. You know you can tell me anything. You can confide in me if you need
to.”
I
wait a few moments, debating whether or not I should be honest with him. Aaron
has been so supportive over my relationship with Zack these past few months, I
feel as though I owe him this. When Zack’s parents told him they didn’t want
anything to do with me, it was Aaron who chose to defy them by standing by us
both. It’s safe to say they were disgusted with us when they found out about
the affair we had been having behind my sister’s back and even more so when
they thought the trauma of her breakup had forced Rachel to end her pregnancy.
They
blamed me for everything and a part of me doesn’t blame them. I just wish they
would be more open when it comes to repairing their relationship with Zack. His
family mean the world to him and the fact that he’s not speaking to his mum and
dad because of me is something I’m not at all comfortable with.
“It’s
Rachel.” I disclose, closing my eyes in an attempt to keep myself from crying.
“What
about her?” He demands, awaiting my response.
“She’s
back.”
“And
she’s trying to cause trouble?”
“Not
exactly…” I falter, trembling uncontrollably. “She had the baby, Aaron.”
He’s
silent for a few seconds, stunned by my revelation.
“She
what
?”
“She
didn’t have an abortion.” I clarify. “She lied about that.”
“I’m
actually speechless.” He says, exhaling slowly. “You’ve only just found out?”
“I
saw her this afternoon and she had the baby with her.”
“So
where’s Zack now? Why isn’t he with you on your birthday?”
“He
went to find Rachel. He needs answers and wants to see his daughter.”
“So
you’re alone?”
His
voice is incredulous, surprised that his brother would run out on me on my
birthday. I really don’t want Aaron to think badly about his brother and rush
to defend him.
“It’s
not like that, Aaron. He just found out he has a child, what was he supposed to
do?”
“I’m
so sorry, Sam. I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”
“I
don’t know what to say either. I can’t really believe this is happening.”
“This
is crazy.” He whispers, clearly bewildered by my news.
“Tell
me about it.”
“I
really am sorry.” He apologises sincerely. It sucks this all came out on your
birthday.”
“Let’s
hope next year will be different.” I murmur, praying that my wish will come
true.
I
fall asleep as soon as I end my phone call with Aaron, collapsing onto the bed
with exhaustion. I don’t know how long I’ve actually slept but the sound of
someone entering the room must have woke me.
I’m
still a little dazed but I can make out Zack’s tall silhouette at the end of
the bed and I watch him undress, observing him through my half-closed eyelids.
I
fight against the urge I have to bombard him with questions, needing to know if
he spoke with Rachel or managed to find his baby. He must be desperate to just
climb into bed and forget… needing that escape just like I did before I slept.
Expecting
him to crawl in beside me, I roll over in bed. I wait for him to come closer
but he doesn’t move, standing at the foot of the bed for several minutes.
He
eventually lifts up the covers and joins me, placing his strong hand on my
right thigh before he squeezes it possessively. I can’t help a soft moan
releasing from my lips, whimpering with desire as he continues to massage my
inner thigh with his fingers.
“W-what
are you doing?” I ask, still dazed and drowsy from my slumber.
“Shh…
it’s ok.” Zack soothes me, speaking softly. “Let me do this.”
“Do
what?” I demand, wondering why he’s acting so cryptic and strange.
“Make
you feel good.” He replies, vanishing underneath the covers. “Please let me.”
He
separates my legs, widening them so he can place himself between them.
“Why?”
“Because
I want to.” He murmurs, inhaling sharply. “Because I owe it to you.”
His
reaction makes it obvious that he’s noticed. He can see how turned on I am and
how aroused I am for him. I’m dripping wet and my panties aren’t enough to
disguise the fact that I want him so badly.
“You
don’t owe me anything.” I object, fighting against my uncontrollable urges.
“I
owe you
everything
.” He growls, distributing one single lick against my
scorching centre.
“Zack,
you need to tell me what happened.” I argue, attempting to stay focused.
A
part of me doesn’t want to give into him, a part of me is determined and
resolute when it comes to overcoming these desires… no matter how unstoppable
they might seem.
“Not
tonight.” He mutters, battling his own control as he struggles to restrain
himself. “Tonight is about us. Tonight is about you and me.”
“But
we have so much to talk about.” I object, attempting to make him see reason
once more.
“That’s
for tomorrow… but
this
is for tonight.”
He
plunges his tongue deep inside of me, causing me to cry out with pleasure and
arch my back.
“Please
don’t stop.” I beg him. “
Please
.”
“Oh,
so now you want more?” He asks, taunting me with his voice.
He
looks up at me with a mischievous smirk on his face. The salacious gleam in his
eyes turns me on even more.
“I-I
can’t help it.” I stammer, clutching the quilt beneath my fingers.
“It’s
a good job I have no intention of stopping then.”
He
continues to pleasure me, caressing the most sensitive part of myself with his
tongue. He’s so gentle and attentive, as though there’s nothing in this world
he’d rather be doing than this. He places soft kisses right against my clit,
sucking gently when I respond to his exquisite consideration and diligence.
“
Zack
.”
I wail, begging him to help me reach my climax.
“You
like it when I do this to you, don’t you?” He taunts me once more, enjoying my
discomfort as well as my fulfilment.
“Uh-huh.”
It’s
all I can say, unable to locate anything more significant in my vocabulary.
“How
about… when I do
this
?”
His
tongue dives inside me once more, purposefully penetrating me like he would if
we were making love. It’s enough to tip me over the edge and I reach for his
hair, grabbing it roughly.
“Zack,
please. Don’t torture me anymore.”
“Baby,
I don’t want to but I just can’t help it. You look far too sexy when I tease you
like this. What do you expect me to do?”
He
grins up at me, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement and enjoyment. He’s
getting a huge kick out of this and I don’t know whether I should scream at him
or weep with elation.
“I
need to…”
“Need
to what?” He demands, watching me closely.
“
Please
.”
I implore him, waiting for his response.
“Not
yet.” He informs me, taking control once again.
He
grabs hold of my waist, flipping me over until he’s the one lying down and I’m
on top of him. He quickly removes the remainder of my clothes, throwing them to
the floor so he can concentrate on my naked body above him.
He’s
still clothed but I find the contrast between us extraordinarily arousing. It
somehow highlights the fact that Zack is the one in control,
he’s
the one
calling the shots and my only responsibility is to go along with what he’s
saying. It’s bizarre but I find this liberating. It’s probably because I trust
him completely and know that he would never abuse his position or hurt me in
any shape or form.
The
connection we have always shared intensifies during moments like this,
solidifying the emotional and internal bond between us as well as the physical.
I want to hold onto it with both hands and savour it forever, terrified we
might lose it if I don’t.
“I
still love you.” I whisper, leaning forward so he can hear me. “No matter what
happens.”
“Don’t
you dare.” He threatens darkly, pulling me even closer. “Don’t you dare say
that to me again.”
“What?
What did I say?”
“Don’t
you dare say your goodbyes to me.” He warns me, unbuckling his belt.
He
frees himself from his trousers and boxer shorts, guiding me onto his arousal
until I’m stretched completely.
“I
might have to.” I whimper, starting to circle my hips.
I
trace my fingertips down his chest, rocking back and forth on top of him as he
observes me with his smouldering brown eyes. Our gazes lock, neither one of us
wanting to break away first.
“No,
you don’t. Not now. Not ever. Do you understand? You never have to say goodbye
to me.”
“Zack,
if it comes down to you making a choice, you know who you must choose.”
“
You
.”
He growls, thrusting himself deep inside of me. “Always you.”
“You
won’t feel that way forever.” I argue, consumed by lust for the incredible man
beneath me.
“Open
your eyes.” He demands. “And don’t close them again.”
I
snap them open, unaware I had closed them in the first place. Zack smiles
triumphantly, grabbing hold of my waist so he can force me onto my back. He positions
himself above me, exerting his power so he can dominate and control each of his
thrusts inside of me.
I
feel so
full
,
struggling
to accommodate the size of him inside of
me as my moans increase, echoing off the walls as our breathing accelerates.
“You.
Are. Mine.” He dictates, accentuating his words with each thrust. “You belong
to me and no one else. No one else will have you but me.”
“Yes,
yes… I know. I’m yours, all yours.” I murmur, wrapping my legs around his waist
before I stroke my fingers through his hair.
“Say
it again.” He instructs me. “
Louder
.”
“I’m
yours.” I assure him, tracing my fingernails down his neck so he trembles. “I’ve
always been yours. I belong to you.”
“That’s
right.” He says victoriously. “You’re mine and so is
this
”
His
fingertips caress me, pressing against my clit which ignites my climax.
“Every
single part of me is yours.” I cry, reaching my orgasm as I arch my back in
ecstasy.
He
allows me to experience every single second, speeding up his pace as my walls
clench around him. I want him to release himself inside of me but he doesn’t,
holding out so he can savour it even more.
“How
was that?” He asks, grazing his lips against my jawline, causing me to tremble.
“Incredible.”
I answer, at a loss for words.
My
body is on fire, tingling all over and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing
through my entire being.
“I
hope you meant what you said.” Zack whispers, interrupting my thoughts.
“What
do you mean?” I enquire, still sounding drowsy and somewhat exhausted from my
exertion.
“When
you told me that every single part of you belongs to me.” He reminds me,
stroking is nose against the tip of mine. “I hope you meant that.”