Tracked by Trouble (Bad Boys Need Love, Too #3) (20 page)

Zed began to stroke his swollen head from clit to core and back again.

“Ahhh,” she moaned.

He positioned himself at her opening, easing inside a fraction of an inch.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

He slowly sank inside, stretching her wide with his immense cock, giving her time to adjust.

“Sweet Zed,” she said. “You feel delicious.” If he replied, she couldn’t hear it, her ears overwhelmed with Nine Inch Nails.

Zed began pumping into her, in rhythm with the music. He’d move fast and hard, then slowed it down, bringing his fingers to her clit to stroke and stimulate.

Trent Rezner gave way to Madonna’s
Erotica
, an old school favorite she’d seen the artist perform when she was barely sixteen. She’d pretended to go on an overnight stay with her friend, Zusanna. They’d hitchhiked into Seattle, tickets in hand.

Zed continued to move in concert with the music, making her wonder if he wore headphones, too. Whatever. Didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the huge climax cresting in her body, and man, oh, man was it a big one.

Zed gripped her hips as she came, and it seemed like he experienced his own release. The roar of a male drowned out someone or other’s voice and Zed’s frantic thrusts burrowed into her throbbing core with unbridled, spectacular release.

“Sweet Jesus,” she cried. “Zed,” she cried, followed by a long, loud moan.

As she slid down from her high in the sky, awash with pleasure and sensory ecstasy, she wondered if she’d finally found a place to land. A tiny smile flitted across her face as she realized that, yes, she, Rebecca Tosetti, the flitterer, had finally found a place to stick around and explore—more like a man to share life with. She hoped the murderous brother wouldn’t get in the way.

Zed carefully, gently unwound Beck from her restraints, nuzzling and kissing her as he proceeded. He placed them in the side stand along with the washed and paper towel dried camel hair paint brushes, congratulating himself on the purchases. He massaged her arms, bringing life back to them.

She pulled the blindfold free from her eyes, blinking in the soft light, the room nearly dark, as night settled in to replace day. She removed the headphones, as well. She gave Zed a brilliant dazzling smile. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he answered, grinning back.

“You’ve transformed me.”

“And me, as well.”

“I feel quite different. Wow.”

He gathered her in his arms and spooned against her back. “If this is what it means to love someone,” he whispered, “I’m all in. One hundred percent committed to you,” he murmured into her neck.

“Are you telling me you love me?” She pulled his arms tightly against her.

“Yes, Beck, honey, I love you. There’s no mistaking what I feel.”

“Me, too,” she whispered.

He didn’t really want to chat and hoped she felt the same. “Now, shhh, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair away from his face. When her breathing grew deep and regular, he rolled away from her, covered her with a soft throw, and pulled on his jeans.

He wandered into the kitchen, Sidekick by his side, to prepare some food and sort his tangled thoughts. His head still felt mushy, like all his brain matter had been rearranged in an extremely pleasurable manner. Unable to rest contentedly in what he’d experienced with Beck, however, his restless mind churned up new data—like how he wanted to protect her now, even if it meant he had to die to do it.

Animal instincts are primitive and deep
.
Imagine if I’d fallen in love with Jace’s fucked up sister and had sentiments such as these. She’d have said, ‘can you get me some heroin before you check out, please?’ Or imagine falling in love with Nora?
He shuddered.
I’d be sharing her with a whole platoon. No,
he decided,
love is better spent on someone worth loving. People throw their hearts away for the wrong reasons…or with the wrong person.
He smiled and nodded at his reasoning, actually congratulating himself on waiting to fall in love.

He filled a bowl of water for the Labrador. The dog gratefully slurped, dog tags jingling. He wandered to the blanket Zed had folded on the floor for him, turned in a circle and lay down with a sigh. Zed cracked the door for him, so he could go out and relieve himself if needed. Beck was right—he was a good dog, obedient and well behaved. A non-problematic dog who minded his master, or mistress, in Sidekick’s case.

After opening a beer and taking a long swig, he pulled fresh zucchini, celery and bell peppers from the fridge, retrieved the cutting board and set to chopping slices. Most of the time, cooking could be one-pointed, eliminating the need to ruminate—
slice, slice, slice, scoop, throw in pot. Add spices. Stir
. But he’d never been in love.

And he’d sure as hell never experienced anything as powerful as what he and Beck had gone through—both the sharing about his brother and then the total sensory pleasure blitz. His thoughts were chaotic, like a somersaulting typhoon.

The food prep process proceeded in a haphazard fashion—
chop, chop, chop…maybe I’ll chop everything, put it in the pan, turn the burner off and head back to bed. Slice, slice, slice…if my brother lays a hand on her, I’ll mess him up so badly, he won’t be able to stand for weeks.  Stir, stir, stir…yeah, I definitely want to go back to bed. Turn her on her stomach and take her from behind.

He stirred the mixture absentmindedly, thinking the sizzle in the pan didn’t come close to the sizzle between his legs. His cock had decided the course of action, loud and clear. “Food can wait.”

Sensing his shift, Sidekick scrambled to his feet, tail wagging.

“Yeah, she got me where it counts.” He grabbed his crotch, as if a show and tell would have meaning for the canine. “I’m at her mercy.” He set the knife decisively on the counter, flipped the burner off, washed his hands, and strode back into the bedroom. Quickly stripping off his pants, he crawled next to his very own sleeping beauty, ready to arouse, his dick aching to be inside her. When he pressed against her backside, curving around her beautiful, rounded butt, he positioned his cock at her juicy opening, rocking his hips.

“Mmm,” she responded sleepily, dreamily. “You smell like food and lust. I wondered where you’d gone.”

He swept her tangled hair away from her shoulder to nuzzle and suck. “I had this dumb idea. I thought I wanted to sort my thoughts and cook you a meal. I changed my mind. I want to fuck you, love you, and fuck you again.” He eased his stiff dick inside of her velvet core. “You’ve bewitched me, you naughty temptress.”

“Nuh uh. I’m the one who’s bewitched.”

Her hand reached behind to caress his hips.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come while I fuck you.” He guided her hand to her clit. “Make yourself come, honey.” His hips began pumping, as she fingered herself.

A few minutes later they both orgasmed, hot, quick and dirty.

Zed wrapped her tightly in his arms, wanting to linger. He kissed her neck and shoulder.

“Now we know we can do it hard and fast,” Beck said softly. “I hate to break the mood but I’ve got to pee, badly. I’ll be right back.” She scrambled from the bed, and returned a few minutes later. She slunk toward him like a red-headed tigress, her breasts hanging pendulous, like tasty fruit.

“Mmm,” Zed hummed. “Bring those delights over here where my mouth can reach them.”

“Not so fast,” she said. “You’re getting all the fun. Do you know how long I’ve waited to get my mouth on you?”

“Tell me. How long?” Zed experienced an easy languor, lying in bed, tossing teases back and forth with Beck.

“Would you believe when you walked in the bar weeks ago, the first thing I thought was, ‘now there’s a guy who’s well hung’?”

He laughed. “Nope.”

“I’m serious,” she said, straddling him. “I actually thought that. Then I thought, ‘I’ll bet he knows how to use it, too.’”

Zed laughed again. “You’re messing with me. I don’t believe you.”

“I’m dead serious. I was seriously horny and attracted to you from the start.”

“You mean all my frantic efforts to get you to go out with me were for naught? I could’ve simply said ‘come with me’ and you’d have come?” He folded his arms behind his head, delighting in the view of the shapely goddess sitting on his hips.

“I might not have
come…
not like I did tonight. But I would’ve gone out with you.” She fingered his chest with feather soft caresses.

He liked the feel of her touch.

“And truth be told, you were right. It took a little more effort to get Tyler out of my system. Maybe I needed to see what effect my indecision had on him. I guess life can be perfect that way.” She ran her palms across his abdomen. “Do you think people can fall in love at first sight?”

“Do I think people can or do I think you and I did?” Zed studied her.

She chewed on her lower lip, then swallowed. “You and me. I think I may have…or may not have…” She grinned. “I’m kidding. I think I knew from the start we’d connect.”

“There’s connecting and then there’s
connecting
. Which one did you think you’d do with me?” Zed gave her a teasing smile.

“I don’t know. I had a feeling I could experience something deeper with you.”

“Before I was plastered or after?” The smile turned self-deprecating.

She rolled her eyes. “Before. After you pounded your head on the bar top, I hoped you weren’t an alcoholic. That would put a crimp in things.” She scooted up, rested her plump breasts against his chest and kissed his chin.

“Yeah, addiction in any form is a downer. Except when it comes to you. I’m addicted.”

“Ha ha. Liar.”

“Not kidding.”

Her face grew serious. “Yeah, now I know you’ve had a lot on your mind.” She reached out to smooth the creases forming on his forehead. “Shhh. That’s a topic for another time.”

She kissed away his cares making him wonder how he’d managed to be with this mind-blowing female.

“So how does it feel to be in love?” She flashed her wonderful saucy smile at him, eyes twinkling.

“It feels great. I’m glad I waited. No sense having a half-ass experience of love.”

“What happens now? Now that you’ve made the big reveal? Most people are afraid of the big reveal, you know.”

“I’m not most people. I might have been afraid of guessing or making it up, but when we were out on the deck, I suspected. When we gave ourselves to loving, I knew.”

“Me, too.” She brought her lips to his for a tender kiss.

When she withdrew her lips, Zed said, “After I shared with you and you didn’t bolt, I believed I could trust you.”

“I’m glad,” she said. She slid down, coming to rest on his thighs, hands at his hips.

He chuckled. “Actually, it’s simpler than that. After I shared with you and you didn’t run, my dick said, ‘let’s go. Let’s stop dicking around and get to dicking inside this woman.’”

“You and he talk like that?” she said, a sweet smile playing at the edges of her mouth.

“We do.” Zed nodded. “But you’re right. He’s not much of a talker but he’s very insistent when he wants something.”

“Tell him he’ll no doubt be happy. I’ve got plans for him.”

Zed’s eyebrows lifted. “Ka-ching, ka-ching. Payday has arrived. Did you hear that?” he said in the direction of his cock, inclining his head as if listening. “He’s a man of action, not speech. He’s saluting you.”

She laughed and wrapped her hand around him, making him jerk. “Seriously, baby. I’ve been waiting for you. Waiting for some complex man I can sink my teeth into. But not just any man—I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.”

Zed experienced a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness, hearing her words.

She lowered her head, opening her mouth wide, poised over his erection.

He slid one of his hands under her face and placed it over his cock. “Care to re-phrase your words? Ms. Tosetti, is there perhaps good reason for me to have kept you from orally sexing my cock? Don’t need any teeth sinking here.”

“Good heavens, no. It’s been pure, maddening torture. Torture which I hope to rectify very soon.” She ran the tip of her nose back and forth along the end of his swelling cock. “Mmm, you smell like satisfaction. You smell like us.”

“So what do
you
want to happen? Since we’re plotting, scheming and examining my motives for the future.”

“I want to keep loving you, Zed. Are you okay with that?”

His cock stirred and twitched again in response. “My lower head is ready to weigh in.”

“What about this head?” She pointed at his face.

“I told you, sweetheart, I’m all in. Let’s ride this and see where it leads.”

“I’m all in, too, baby. Now let’s put you all in my mouth and see where
that
leads. What do you say to that?”

“I’m at your mercy, sweetheart. All thought is stopping…
now,
” he murmured as her sweet, soft mouth slipped along his erection, causing every brain cell to cease making sense. The only sense needed was the feel of his cock between her lips, cheeks, and tongue.