ZEKE (8 page)

As I pull away, our lips separate, and I feel that last touch of her flesh as it leaves mine.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I’m numb from the lips down. All but that small, carnal kiss runs through my body. It was perfect; exactly the kind of good night kiss I’d want from any potential suitor. But Zeke isn’t boyfriend material. He doesn’t want to be any girl’s suitor. He’s your model one-night stand kind of guy, and I find myself hungry for the kiss he’d give me if I agreed to his damn rules.

“Well,” his hooded eyes view down upon my flushing body, “did I meet your expectations, Lurlene?”

“Yes.” I smile and bat my eyes. “But I think I’d rather have been disappointed,” I admit, surprised that I said it aloud.

His hand reaches around my neck. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. “I can disappoint you,” he lowers his head until our mouths almost touch, “if that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

“That is what I want,” I confess before my sensibility has a chance to catch up with the rest of me.

He pulls on the wad of hair procured in his strong hand, exposing my throat. Hot lips strike my neck. He draws my pliable flesh into his mouth. Sucking me, licking me, biting me, and kissing me, my skin turns to fire and he’s the accelerant. I grip his broad shoulders and pull him closer for more. He yanks my shirt off my shoulder to feast on me there, his tongue soothing the trail of bite marks. My back arches; I need more. He pulls my shirt and bra down, and the air hits my uncovered breast. He takes my erect bead into his warm mouth. Holy shit! I let out a moan. He bites my nipple hard. I’ve had my nipples kissed and licked but never has a man bitten them so ferociously as though they belong solely to him and he’s marking them, making me his. And the harder he bites, the more it hurts, and damn, the more it’s turning me on. My knees weaken, and I fold into him.

He catches my collapsing body and yanks me against him. “Fuck, babe,” he growls and captures my mouth with his. The kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangle and play, taunt and taste one another. Heat builds. Desire ignites. I grab his shoulder, run my hand up his nape, and clutch his short messy hair, guiding his head as I devour his lips.

“Lurlene,” he breaks from my mouth, “babe.” Breathless, he tries to pull away.

“Don’t stop.” I tighten my grip on his hair and haul him back to my mouth. I want him. I lift my legs and wrap them around his sturdy hips. I need to feel him. I squeeze my thighs and moan against his lips as his impressive hardness imbeds me. “Yes.” I grab his shoulder and grate my pelvic against his. My wetness builds.

His firm, strong hands grip my hips. “Is this what you want,” he says, grinding me harder to him. “Your clit rubbing against my cock?”

“Yes.” I breathe into his neck, clutching his hair and shoulder. This is what I want. I want to have sex with him, but if he keeps this up, I might just explode before that actually happens.

“Oh, yeah.” He kisses my neck, nibbles my lobe, and whispers into my ear, “You want this cock deep inside you?”

“Oh, God.” I toss my head back. Damn, I do! I’m ready. I’m willing to spread my legs for him. Surrender my virtue. Let him take me. This is insane!

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says. Wrapping his arms around me, he carries me out of the kitchen, and within a few foggy seconds, we’re in what I can only imagine is his bedroom. He kicks the door closed and gently lowers me onto the soft flannel sheets covering his bed. “Fuck.” He pulls back, standing. “You’re ready.” His eyes cascade over my heated body, and as always, he touches me without lifting a finger. I feel sexy. I feel wanted. My back arches for that invisible touch. “Yes,” he coaxes with a slight movement of his chin, his jaw clenching. “So ready.” His gold-speckled eyes glow down upon me. “Mmm.” He sits down on the bed. “Lift your shirt. Let me see those perfect tits.”

That need to want to please the man takes over, and I do as he bids. I lift my shirt up. A small smile tugs on his lips. “Your bra too.” He looks directly into my eyes, leaving no chance for escape. I tug on my bra. The material scrapes my raw hard tips, reminding me of what his teeth had inflicted. I gasp and the corner of his mouth twitches as though he knows the torture he’s perpetrating deep inside me. He’s fully aware of what I want. His eyes move to my breasts and again my body bends to his invisible caress. “Look at your nipples, so hard, so pink. I liked having them in my mouth.” His eyes flash to mine. “I liked biting them too. Did you like it?”

The way he asks ignites that hot rush of pain and pleasure all over again. My chest rises as I nod.

“But now they’re sore,” he says in a husky tenor. I nod, biting my bottom lip. My nipples tingle and burn for his touch. “Show me where it hurts.”

I raise my hand and slowly brush my finger across my tender tip, thrilled by his response. He takes a deep breath and holds it as I continue to stroke my nipple. Oh, my God! What’s going on here? We went from baking pies and drinking coffee to me half-naked on his bed. A place a zillion other women must have been. What am I doing? What am I thinking? I’m not, that’s the problem. I’m lost to his masculine scent, his charming smile, and his twinkling eyes. He’s girl goo, and once he spreads a bit of his charm on you, it banquets. All of his delicious goo covers your whole body until he consumes every inch of you.

Leaning over me, he slides his palm beneath my nape. His fingers press into my skin and with the firm grip around my neck, he pulls my head up from the bed closer to his mouth. “Close your eyes,” he says, and my heavy lids capitulate until there’s nothing but darkness ... and his touch a gentle brush of his silky lips across my mouth. “Lay here.” He presses his lips to mine. “Don’t think,” he whispers into my cheek. “Just feel.” His mouth lightly skims my face at the same time that his hand covers my aching breast.

I writhe beneath his control. My spine curves. My lips separate. A small whimper releases from me. “Zeke.” I urgently breathe out his name.

His finger strokes my nipple. “Yes, sweetheart?” He pinches my hard tip. “You let me know when it feels good.” He squeezes harder as he takes my other nipple into his hot mouth. Another whimper pours from me. “That’s good,” he coaxes, suckling my tight bead. His other hand moves down the center of my rib cage. He runs a finger around the outside of my bellybutton. I suck in some air, my stomach caves, leaving a smooth slope for his fingers to follow down into the waist of my pants. My hands clench, and I shudder. I release the air from my lungs as his fingers slip beneath my panties.

“Very good,” he hums against my nipple. “I like the way your body responds to my touch. Now, do you want me to go further?”

“Yes.” I take another deep breath, ready and waiting for the best damn lay in Galveston County to ravish me.

“Do you want me to touch you where you’re wet?”

“Please,” I raggedly say. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, Lurlene, but there’s one more rule you don’t know about that I do need to tell you.”

My eyes fly open and he’s gazing down at me, expression unreadable and flat. “What?”

“I don’t sleep with the same girl twice.”

“Excuse me?” I try to sit up, confused and a part of me insulted. He places his palm on my chest and gently guides me back to down to the mattress. “I didn’t agree to any of your rules, and if you think that I’m going to have sex with you and−”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“I don’t care what you have to say. I’m done.” I go to sit up again, and he pins me back to the bed with his firm palm.

“No. We are not done. You’re not leaving this bed until I make you come.” He bends down and steals my mouth with another long, wet, and breathtaking kiss. His hand slips back into my pants. His fingers press through my wetness, and I fall victim to his touch. “I’m not letting all of this go to waste.” He delves a firm, strong finger deep inside of me. My body curves. I grab the arm attached to the hand that wields the magical finger penetrating my insides and let out a loud cry. “Yes. That’s it. Let me know where it feels good.” He slithers out of me and the tip of his finger finds my clitoris. “Here?” He strokes my fleshy sensitive nub sending a fission of excitement all through my body. “Is this where you want me to rub you?”

“Oh, my God!” I grip the sheets and look at his broad back, his shoulder slightly jerking with each expert movement. Damn, he’s good, spot on. “Oh, yes!”

In perfect rhythm, he works my clit. My legs spread open for him. “That’s good. More. Open up more for me, sweetheart,” he says, and hearing his deep persuasive voice, I drop my legs open wide. “Is this where you want me?” He thrusts a couple of fingers inside, stretching my tight opening.

I whimper, buck my hips, and toss my head back and forth on the mattress, fearful to open my mouth, afraid of what I might beg him to do next. He turns back around, and the sexy bastard smiles prior to taking my mouth again with his. He plays with my lower region, thrusting, stroking, and teasing. I wrap my arms around him, deepen the kiss, and moan against his capable lips. When he gives that special perfect attention to my clitoris again, I come undone.

“Yes. That’s it, right there?” He rubs my clit a little rougher. “That’s what your sweet pussy wants, huh?”

“Shit!” I dig my nails into his back and bite down on his shoulder, thankful his shirt is still on. I could be drawing blood.

He leans to the left. “Don’t hold back.” His warm breath melts my neck. “You can’t hurt me.” He chuckles. “Bite harder, babe.”

I sink my teeth into him again, crying out.

“Yeah, you like that. Fuck.” He grunts an animalistic sound that rips through me. “I want to lick you right here.” He feathers my clitoris with prestige perfection, and I’m done. I let out a scream as a thunderous wave of ecstasy overtakes my entire body. I squirm and pant as the last spark of frenzy expels my limp body. Zeke scoops me up from the bed, places me on his lap, and cradles me for a few long, silent seconds.

I want to have sex with him, but like all my other orgasms, I’m left unfinished, and I find myself thoroughly discontented. I lift my head and open my eyes to discover a lazy, pleased smile on his gorgeous face. Men! “I won’t agree to your rules,” I say with lacking internal confidence.

He runs a finger along my cheek, and I smell a hint of my musky feminine scent on his finger as he slowly drags it across my lips. “I didn’t ask you to.” He presses his lips against my forehead, coming away with a more serene, gentle smile. “Now, come.” He stands up lowering my feet to the floor. “Let’s go check on that pie, huh?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Man! This fucker is tough. I swipe the edge of my glove along my cheek, feel the blood smear into the sweat dripping down my face, and focus on the beast snarling in front of me. No one’s hit me this hard except Jax. My older bro packs a good solid punch. This TK guy must be a boxer. The only thing I got on him is speed, but fuck, when his glove gets the chance to make contact, it’s powerful, and that shit hurts. I feel it right to my bones.

He’s fearless too. I see it in his dark, beady eyes. The whiskers around his mouth spread with a smug grin, and I know winning this match is going to be difficult. The fearless ones are always the most dangerous in the ring. They don’t care about anything—not the pain, their life, or the person’s life they’re fighting. They’re ruthless. The ability to give a shit, that switch has been shut off. I know what it looks likes because I see it in Slate’s eyes. It’s what makes him such a good fighter, the best at JZS. I wouldn’t pat him on the back for it because I’d rather have the old Slate back.

Fuck, I can’t think about that now. I slam my gloves together and roll my shoulders to loosen my tight, bruised muscles. I take a few steps forward trying to stay close to his body so the fucker can’t wind up his next punch. Just need to get a leg around his so I can take this hard-hitting fucker down. His upper body strength might be strong, but I have no doubt I’ll be able to immobilize those powerful fists once I get his ass on the mat.