"I know you're trying to be gentle and everything, and I appreciate the thought—but please, can you just try? I've been waiting for this for months and I want you inside me so bad I can taste it."
Okay, there was just no way in hell I was going to say no to that. "Take your pants off," I said.
I did the same, sitting beside her. I was way past erect, and she stared down at my lap as I sat next to her on the bed. She was still sitting up when I ran my hand up her thigh to the spot where I'd cupped her earlier, this time there was no fabric between my hand and her soft lips and I nudged them open with my fingertips. Christ. She was so hot and wet, I was relatively certain I'd have an easy time pushing into her. She used her hands to lean into my hand, forcing herself onto me. I slid one finger past her slick folds and into her. She was so hot and tight around my finger, and it took every ounce of restraint I had to keep from setting her on my lap in one quick motion.
"Oh, my God, Zack, no."
I immediately stilled my hand. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said in a strangled whisper, "but I need you to stop what you're doing down there before I lose my mind. Please just come inside me."
"It's gonna be a lot bigger than what was just in there, Meredith."
"I know," she whispered. "I want it."
I wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she was asking for, but I had to take a few seconds to adjust to the change of plans. It took me a second to work up the nerve to skip the introductions and get straight down to it. I would have tried to talk her out of it if I thought it would have worked, but she was giving me a look like she wouldn't stand for anything less than having me inside her.
"You have to promise to tell me if you're uncomfortable."
"I will."
"I'm serious, Meredith, don't you dare let me do something that hurts you."
"I thought you said you'd be able to tell if I didn't like it." She smiled up at me and her eyebrows lifted playfully.
I pushed her onto her back and straddled her in one quick motion. She squealed with delight and in that moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I loved her—and not just for her body either. Seeing her happy made me happy. I bent and started kissing her.
"I need you," she said, nearly begging.
"I just wanted you to experience a little build up."
She took a deep breath as if trying to figure out what she could say to get her point across. "Zack, I've been experiencing build up for months now. I'm on the verge I can already tell, and I want to feel you. Please."
What else could I do?
I led my hard as a rock piece to the edge of her opening and pushed about halfway inside of her in one thrust. It took all of two seconds for her to find her release—I kid you not, it was almost instant.
There was no guesswork involved, either. I knew for a fact she was having an orgasm. Even if I wouldn't have been able to feel her contracting around me, which I could, she gave me a play-by-play.
Chapter 25
Meredith
"Oh shiiiit. Zack I can't believe that's what this feels like. Oooooh Zaaaaack. What's happening to me? Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh shiiiiiiit. Zaaaaack. I knew this was going to happen. I'm losing it, Zack. Oh God. Oh shit, Zack."
I couldn't help myself. I wanted to stop talking, I really did, but the sensations were so extreme, that I had to let the words come out of my mouth lest I explode. I writhed around him for God knows how long before I regained some common sense.
Once I was able to form a coherent thought, I realized that whole experience had probably lasted all of one minute from start to finish. I knew I should probably be embarrassed about that, but I was still too physically stunned to care. For a little while, I didn't even realize that he was still buried inside, but once I caught on to it, I couldn't ignore the pressure. I let out a little moan as he began to inch out of me.
"Whoa, where you goin?" I asked.
"I thought you might need a second."
I let out a soft moan of protest and he smiled. I reached between my legs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. "Oh, man, were you not all the way inside me?"
He smiled. It was the only confirmation I needed. I closed my eyes, embarrassed.
"Hey, quit trippin. That's how I want you to feel, and it doesn't matter if it happens by means of my hand, or my mouth, or half of my penis."
I cracked up laughing at that. "Zack. I'm mortified right now." I covered my face with my hand, and he reached up to pull it away.
"Hey Shorty," he soothed. "My ultimate goal just happened, so you did me a favor. Pressure's off." He smiled sweetly at me.
"No, uh, the, uh, pressure's definitely still on," I said in a strangled voice, teasing him. The tightness that a minute ago verged on painful had mellowed to a slow burn, and I quite liked the feeling. He huffed a laugh and made to pull out again.
"Don't you dare let me hurt you, Mere."
"Don't you dare take that out," I said. I was just messing around with the whole don't you dare part, but I wasn't ready for him to pull out. I smiled up at him. "I was just playin about the pressure. It feels good." I reached out, wrapping my hands around his backside to encourage him to go deeper. Ever so carefully he surged forward, just an inch. I sucked in breath, and he stopped, but then I pulled him toward me again by his backside. Again he gave me another inch. We continued this slow progression until he was buried fully inside me.
Zack teased me and kissed me and used such a large measure of patience with his own build up, that by the time he finished, I had another orgasm with him. This night had been in the works for a while, and we'd long since discussed birth control, and he was able to find his release inside me without worrying. I'd never felt anything like that, and watching his gorgeous body flex as he finished inside me set me over the top again. We stayed up all night. Not just making love, which we did two more times, but we laughed, talked, danced and sang. We finally fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms at 5AM.
When I woke up, I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and it read 12:00. I assumed it was noon. It was either that or the electricity had gone out, but I doubted it since the clock wasn't flashing.
I lay there, trying to remain still as to not wake him up. I could remember the night vividly, and the thoughts that replayed in my mind caused me to smile.
"You up?" I heard him say.
He must have been lying there awake and felt my face move when I smiled.
"Yeah," I answered. I lifted my head to look at him.
He smiled. "You're cute in the morning."
"Is that right?" I ran a hand through my hair, scrunching it up in one spot like I always did. I looked down at our bodies, plastered next to each other. "I like laying by you," I said.
"Me too," he said, tickling my back with a brush of his fingertips. "Hey Mere?"
"Huh?"
"You're my girl, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I feel that Zack," I said smiling in the teasing way we always talked to each other.
He grabbed my chin tilting it upward so I had to look at him. "I'm asking if we're on the same page about you being my girl, as in, I don't want you seeing other guys. I'm not a big fan of any male contact whatsoever, but I figure locking you up at home is out of the question. But seriously Mere, you're my girlfriend, okay? I just want to make sure we're clear on that."
"I've been clear on that for weeks, Zack. Where have you been?"
"I've been clear on it for weeks too, I just wanted to make sure after last night, you knew that we, uh, that you were mine."
"You're calling me yours the morning after?" I fell back onto the bed like I was passing out. "That's so romantic!"
He smiled at me. He was so gorgeous it took my breath away. Those baby blue eyes in the morning light were to blame, I was certain. "I'm serious right now, Meredith. I don't want you sleeping with producers, or even fucking flirting with producers. You're good enough to make it on talent, and besides, you're in a se
rious relationship with a boyfriend you really love."
"Oh, I am?"
"Of course. Aren't you?"
I couldn't hold back a smile. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but I think so."
"Stop playin like you ain't all ate up. I know you want this."
I laughed out loud. "I'm glad I waited, Zack. I'm glad I waited for you specifically, and I'm especially glad we did it."
"Especially, huh? Sounds like you had fun."
"I seriously never thought it would be so fun. Is it that fun every time?"
"I mean it can be. It just depends on who your partner is I guess."
I cringed and covered my ears. "Ahhh, I don't want to hear anything about your other partners," I said.
He laughed. "Now you see what I'm saying."
"I totally see what you're saying," I said. "No more anybody but me, okay."
"Fine, but no more anybody but me for you too," he said.
I smiled thinking about how crazy and wonderful it was that I actually wanted commitment with him, that I wanted commitment at all.
My phone buzzed in my purse and I untangled myself from Zack so that I could get it out. I had a missed call from a girl from work that I would get back to whenever, but I also had a text from my brother that had come in about an hour before.
Collin: "You still at the cabin?"
I typed out the reply.
Me: "Yeah, why?"
Collin responded a few minutes later.
Collin: "Ray and I were thinking about driving out there. We had plans to bring breakfast, but you're too late, we already ate. We could still bring you something though. They don't keep perishables in the fridge."
Me: "They have a few things, but you're right, nothing substantial. We have coffee, but I'd kill for some eggs or a bagel or both."
Collin: "We'll be out there in about an hour, maybe a little longer since we're stopping."
Me: "You're awesome brother."
Collin: "I know."
Me: "Zack's here with me."
Collin: " I know."
Me: "He loves me."
Collin: "He better."
I smiled at the thought of my big brother being willing to kill one of his best friends over me, then I smiled bigger, knowing Zack could be trusted with my heart.
We took a shower together before Collin and Rachel arrived. I was tempted to try to seduce him again, but decided not to since I was a little sore from the night before. Rachel had sent me a text saying she and Collin would be there soon, and I told her they could show themselves in when they arrived. We were freshly showered and curled up in a ball on the couch when they came in. "You guys look cozy," Rachel said.
"How could you not be cozy in this place?" I asked. I got up to inspect the bag of breakfast food they'd brought. I could see by the stamp on the paper bag that it was from Mel's, and my stomach growled as I took everything out of the bag. Zack and I scarfed that food like we hadn't eaten in days, after which we sat in the backyard with Collin and Rachel, enjoying the beautiful Sunday afternoon.
We stayed out there and talked for over an hour. We talked about the weather, my mother, Brit's band, food, swimming, and about ten other things before Collin said, "Zack, I'm gonna give you one last chance to back out of all this, because I see my little sister's face, and I know she's in deep with you."
"Why would I want to back out?" Zack asked.
"Because if you hurt her, I'll have to kill you, and I can't go to jail because I'm a married man with a baby on the way."
"What?" I gasped. I sent Rachel a shocked expression, and Rachel just beamed at me. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?"
Rachel shook her head.
"I'm gonna be an aunt?" I asked.
Rachel nodded.
I squealed and went over to her, putting a hand on her flat belly. "How big is it?" I asked.
"It's barely divided into four cells, I think," Rachel said. " I'm only late by three days. I used one of those early detection tests."
"I wouldn't worry about it," I said. "Those tests are never wrong."
"Oh, I'm not worried," Rachel said. "I took eight of them."
I laughed thinking she was surely joking.
"I'm totally serious," she said. "I bought four two-packs, and peed on them all."
"And they all came out positive?"
Rachel nodded.
"I think you can probably trust that you're pregnant then."
"The baby's due the weekend of Ethan and Emily's wedding." Rachel said.
"Guess you won't be a bridesmaid," I said.
"They're not doing all that business anyway. They're getting married in Vegas since that's where they met." Rachel said.
"A wedding and a baby the same weekend." I said, feeling nostalgic. "I think there's something to that."
"What?" Zack asked. "A wedding or a baby?"
"Both, but I was talking about the wedding," I said. "A Vegas one specifically."
"I agree," Zack said. "I see nothing wrong with a good old fashioned Elvis wedding."
"I'd love an Elvis wedding," I said. I clutched my hands to my chest as if it were every girl's dream.
Zack looked at me. "I'll marry you in Vegas, Baby."
"Oh no you Goddamn won't." Collin said.
That little outburst drew offended looks from both Rachel and I.
I said, "You got married in Vegas."
At the exact same time Rachel said, "We got married in Vegas." We were like mirror images of each other, looking at Collin like how dare he say Vegas weddings are bad.
He immediately stuck his hands in the air in surrender. "I'm not saying Vegas weddings are bad. I'm just saying he shouldn't marry my little sister period." That drew two more horrified looks from Rachel and I.
Zack was the next to speak. "Collin, I'm sorry to say it, but the whole not wanting us together thing isn't gonna work out for you. Plus, I'd think you'd want me to do the honorable thing and marry her after I did such a good job compromising her honor last night."
I gasped and covered my face at the confession, and Rachel, ever the romantic, squealed at the thought of honor getting compromised. Collin just brooded silently for a few seconds before looking at Zack with a warning glance.
"I know dude." Zack said, reading Collin's expression. "I'm not gonna hurt her. I love her."
"Awww," Rachel cooed. "It's a happy ending for everyone."
We all gave her a confused look.
"What?" she asked, offended.
"You said it was a happy ending." Collin said. "What ending?"
"I just meant that everything's right with the world. Gretchen and Em are both getting married. We're having a baby, and Zack and Meredith are apparently happy enough with each other to entertain the thought of a Vegas wedding.
I laughed at her assessment of our happily ever afters. "We're not entertaining the thought of a Vegas wedding," I said.
"I am." Zack said.
My head snapped around to see his heart-stopping, blue eyes staring back at me, and I thought if he asked me to marry him right that second, I probably wouldn't say no.
"You are?" I asked, looking at him like I wanted him to stop messing around and tell me the truth.
"Yep," he said.
I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and I felt a wave of giddiness wash over me at the thought of taking off to Vegas to marry Zack Larson.
I wouldn't put it past us.
The End
(of book 5 and the whole series)
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