“What the fuck?” I stop, press my hand to the wall, and shake my head as if rocks are tumbling around in it. Love. I mean, shit. It could be. I’ve had plenty of time to fall, that’s for damn sure. But love?
I steady my pounding heart, walk down to her room, and peek in. “Amelia, are you in here?”
Nothing. Her bed is made, laptop sitting open and papers all over the place.
“Amelia!” I call out louder. Head back down the hall to see if she’s in the basement. Panic quickly setting in. Then, when I spot her, I freeze in place. If I thought I was struck dumb a few seconds ago over the word love, then I’m struck motherfucking stupid by the sight outside the sliding glass doors.
“Holy shit.”
Amelia is applying sunscreen to her skin. Her ass is hanging out of the skimpiest black bikini bottoms I’ve seen.
“Turn around, baby. Let me see all of you,” I whisper, my dick a steel rod inside of my dress pants.
“Shit.” I take that back.
My dick is now harder than it’s been in my entire life. She may be young, but she’s got a body that even a blind man would sense as flawless. Her cleavage is spilling out. All that hair is piled on top of her head, and Goddamn, my hands are hurting to grip a handful of it. To tilt her head back and allow my tongue to finally get a grip on the craving it’s had for her. I want to lick from the middle of that cleavage all the way up, across her collarbone and back again.
It’s as if Amelia senses me staring at her through the glass wall. Does she sense all the wonderful ways I want to love her body? I give her a quick wave and then hold up one finger letting her know I’ll be out in a bit. A typical night after work, I’d rather do nothing else than grab a cold beer and veg on the couch watching ESPN, but Amelia just blew my routine out of the water. I race to my room and find a pair of swim trunks. They’re nestled deep back in my drawer. Just because I have a pool that I pay to have kept up doesn’t mean I use it.
I grab two bottles of water from the fridge then swivel back and grab a few beers for me. If this is going to work, I need to be me and not shelter Amelia from anything. I’m not sure where she’s going to stand on alcohol consumption for herself. I know it can be a slippery slope for addicts.
The sound of the sliding glass door opening causes Amelia to turn to me. She shades her eyes with a hand even though she has some sexy-as-fuck sunglasses on.
“Doctor.” She nods. Either she’s been in the sun for a while, or she’s turning from pink to red right before my eyes. I’m opting for number two.
“Bluebird.” I smile widely back at her.
“Hope you don’t mind…”
I stride to her in a long gait before she can finish that thought. There’s no more room for apologies and walking on shards of glass. It’s time to be us. Talking, for the time being, can jump in the pool and drown.
My arm wraps low around her back. Her warm skin from the sun burns mine up. I press the cold bottles of water laced in my fingers into her back. It causes Amelia to press further into me. Her perfect tits are pressing into my chest.
Something inside of me frays, breaking any last remnants of self-control. Amelia plants her palms on my chest smiling up at me.
“Rough shift, doctor?”
“Was.” I tilt my face to hers, closing the distance. “I’m going to kiss you, Amelia. Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. This is your warning.”
“Okay.” She nods.
“This was never my intention, but there’s something between us.”
“I agree.” Thank you, God.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop. Do you get me?” God, she feels good in my arms.
“I will.” She nods, causing some of her stray blond locks to brush my chest. “But don’t think that will be happening. I’ve dreamed of you, Zeke.” Fuck.
Those words unleash all my desires, wants, and the built-up passion that’s been brewing inside of me. The bottles of water tumble to the ground while I keep the neck of the beer bottles clutched between my fingers in the other hand. I don’t trust myself with two open hands at this moment even with her permission. I need to grip onto some self-control even though I want nothing more than her legs spread wide and my tongue tasting her.
“This has been fast and unexpected for both of us. We need to be open and communicate about this. Your health will always be my number one priority.”
I internally growl at the thought before our lips are attacking each other’s. My knees go weak from desire as she kisses the hell out of me. Our tongues tangle and explore each other’s mouths in unison, soaking up each other’s taste. Amelia presses her whole self into me, allowing me to hold her the way I’ve wanted for so damn long.
It kills me to break the kiss, but I do and set the bottles on the deck table then tug her down onto the lounge chair on top of me. I want her to be on top guiding the pace. I’ll never cover her body, trapping her in, until she asks for it.
The perks of having Amelia straddle my hips while her legs tremble in anticipation has me reaching up with my finger to trace her lip. Her tongue darts out licking my finger. I groan. My cock is straining not to dry hump the hell out of her. I lean in, my mouth an inch from meeting hers; instead of taking her mouth, I place my finger in my own, sucking off her taste.
“I can’t wait to taste all of you, Amelia. The things I want to do with you and the way I want to make you feel are all that matters to me. You deserve to be loved, Bluebird.”
Her eyes go wide. She surprises me by grinding down onto my erection then reaching behind her, undoing her top. It tumbles down between us. My eyebrows shoot straight up, taking in her creamy skin that’s the model of perfection. I don’t know which breast I want in my mouth first. They are both a handful with pink nipples begging for my tongue. She’s stunning.
“Zeke, I’ve never been in this position before.”
I tilt my head in question.
“I’ve always been attacked or pressed down into a mattress face first.”
I press my finger over her lips, stopping her admission. “Not here, Bluebird. That doesn’t belong here. What we have is nothing like what you’ve experienced before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. This is the way pleasing each other is supposed to be.”
I wrap my arms around her back, bringing her chest down to mine. “It’s just us and the future here, and even though I may seem like I’m the one in control, I’m not. You are. Always remember that.”
Our lips touch once again. Her hips finding a rhythm on my clothed, hard cock. I growl into her mouth fighting to not explode in my shorts like a fucking puberty-ridden teenage boy. My hands hunger to cup her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples between my fingers, but instead, I run my palms up and down her back until I’m cupping her ass. Grinding her harder against me. She gasps, and I become lost in her.
We kiss for so long, hearts pounding, bodies rocking, and as the seconds pass, it turns more passionate and powerful. When Amelia pulls back, her perfect lips are swollen and bruised. I lean forward, magnetized to her perfect tits, taking one of them in my mouth. My teeth grazing down on her nipple. Amelia throws her head back moaning loudly. That moan is all I can take. I’ve fallen for her. My admission is clear as the current sparks flowing through my veins. I’m in love with Amelia Moore.
44
Amelia
Getting high has no power over me after feeling the sensation coursing through my body right now. And it’s all because of the man underneath me. He’s given me everything, and now he’s allowing me the power to feel once again. I don’t feel dirty for the release. I feel desperate. Not because I need it, but with each tendril of passion he’s bringing to the surface from somewhere deep inside of my bones. It’s exhilarating, not addicting. It’s overriding every pill-induced high I’ve experienced, and I don’t want him ever to stop making me feel this way.
When his sexy, full lips wrap around my nipple, the same one that was cut off, I can no long
er control my body. It’s as if an invisible force has taken over my every thought except him and what he’s doing. How he’s doing it and the way it makes me feel wanted. Cherished and adored. The fear is gone as well as any insecurities I’ve had over a man seeing my body. There’s a slow-burning sensation stirring low in my belly; it’s nearing a painful state.
“Zeke, please,” I plead while rolling my hips. I want his mouth on every single inch of me.
My plea scares me and sets me on fire at the same time. I’m wasted, high, and alive on this man. The back of his hand glides down my abdomen until his fingers sink inside the bottoms of my bikini. Even though I didn’t think it could be possible, I spread my legs further, giving him access, and I’m wet. Drenched.
His fingers graze my folds, causing me scream out his name. My hands automatically fall back on his legs for support. I grieve the loss from the connection of his mouth around my nipple. It doesn’t last long, though, as his thumb presses down on my clit and his palm cups my core. The simple touch throws me over the edge of ecstasy.
“Zeke,” I sing out his name feeling my release control every single part of me. It tingles my toes, it short-circuits my mind, and I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.
I’m soaked. Dripping and aching for more. Zeke isn’t done, either, judging by the wicked smile on his face, the gleam in his eye when my eyes flutter open to look at him.
“One,” he says raspily right before he sinks two fingers inside of me.
The sensation of being full causes me to throw my head back again. We find a perfect rhythm moving together. Zeke’s thumb presses against my clit again. It’s a dark magic, causing me to fire off again screaming out his name.
“So beautiful. Two orgasms, baby. How many more can you give me?” he rasps out.
He doesn’t stop his assault on my body until he says the number four. There was no counting for me this time. No evil lurking in the shadows. I’m sated. Exhausted. And all I can do is collapse forward on his chest. The slick sheen of sweat on our bodies comforting in an odd way.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, my hands trailing down to reach into his swim shorts.
His large palm captures my arm, stopping my movement. “No.”
I sit up dizzily and feeling a bit hurt that he might not want me to touch him. It pulses deep in my backbone. “What?” I ask, my mind thinking horrible thoughts.
“I did what I did because I wanted to. You don’t owe me anything.”
I sigh in relief now that I see where he’s going with this. Even though this man has shown me everything and has been clear about his intentions, he’s still protecting me in a way he shouldn’t have to.
“I want to touch you, Zeke. To see your handsome face when you let go. You said I’m in control. This is me being in control. Let me touch you.”
“Christ. She’s as stubborn as she is beautiful. It’s all yours, Amelia.”
I smile, lean back further, and grab his hand, guiding it into his shorts. “Show me what you like.”
His brows lift in a challenge, and he tugs down his shorts, slowly allowing his long, hard cock to spring free. I lick my lips at the beautiful sight. All I want to do is taste him. All of this is new to me. Coming the way I did. Enjoying a man touching me, seeing a man up close. The want, the need, the urgent desire flows through my veins greater than any kind of high. It’s the kind of high I don’t want to come down from out of fear of what I’ll see. What I’ll feel or the escape that I can never break free from. But even more than any of that, I want to study his face as he indulges in his own orgasm. To watch him come undone with the help of my hand.
His hand wraps around his throbbing cock. I sit mesmerized, watching him stroke it slowly from base to tip. His head falling back on the lounger.
“Eyes,” I command.
He pops his head up and stares right into mine. A smirk, devilish appearance on his scruffy face. On a bold move, I cover his hand with mine. Our fingers lace together, letting me feels his silky, hard shaft. My pussy is pounding once again with want from watching this man break his unspoken boundaries around me. Something big has happened here tonight. Bigger than I ever dreamed would happen. It can’t be outdone, outshined, or taken away. It’s mine. It’s Zeke’s. And not one bit of it is dirty.
A bead of precum glistens on his tip. I use my other hand to wet my fingers then slowly bring it to my lips. Sinking it into my mouth and tasting him for the first time.
“Jesus, Amelia, that is fucking hot,” he growls.
He begins to squeeze his dick harder, moving our hands faster up and down it. I cup his balls with my other hand while studying his face. He appears relaxed, at ease, and this, too, is another first for me. Zeke may have been calm when he visited me. Professional and friendly. But this man below me, the guy who has helped bring me to light, he’s the real Zeke. Carefree. Takes what he wants and gives back more than he gets.
He pulses once, then twice in my hand before spilling out all across his sculpted stomach.
“Holy. Shit. Amelia.” His guttural sound causes chills to race up my spine; they travel around my shoulders and land in the center of my chest.
“One,” I whisper.
This makes Zeke laugh out loud. He reaches over, grabbing a towel from the tall stack, and cleans himself up. It shouldn’t be a sexy sight, but my God, it is. Actually, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Give me about thirty minutes, then you can say two.” He smiles up at me, tossing the towel to the ground.
I’m proud of myself for not saying something dumb like ‘Thank you’ or ‘Was that okay.’ Nope, I’m living. He just colored me wild.
“If you and this is what waits for me every day when I come home from a shit day at work, then I’ll never complain again.” His words light me up as his strong arms wrap around me, making me feel safe, loved, and wanted. Yes, loved.
“Me, too.” I smile. “My new boss is an ass and demanding. I’ve been working hard all day.”
“Excuse me?” he asks in a playful tone.
“You heard me. He’s an ass,” I say trying not to laugh.
There’s no regret lingering between us. It’s light and playful. Zeke moves fast. His legs dropping to either side of the lounge chair, then he’s standing up in one fast movement.
“Zeke,” I squeal.
He has me over his shoulder. My face pressed into his back and my arms wrapping around his waist.
“Take it back, Bluebird.”
“No,” I fight to say through my giggles. “He’s an ass.”
He playfully swats my ass. “Last chance, Bluebird.”
“Never.”
I’m in full hysterics now. Then I’m flying through the air topless and all. The water hitting my back and me going down until my feet hit bottom. When I surface, Zeke isn’t anywhere to be seen. I look from side to side then feel his arms wrap around my waist, tugging me under.
Game on, doctor.
“Zeke, I can’t swim. What the hell were you thinking?” I fake cough when we break through the surface.
His face grows serious in a flash of a second. He looks scared. I almost feel bad. Keyword there, almost. I act fast, pushing down on his shoulders and dunking him under the water. The laughter and lack of my strength doesn’t allow me to keep him underwater for long. He comes up sputtering water out between his laughter.
“Well played, Bluebird.” Then his face grows serious again. “I should’ve asked before doing that.”
I tap the tip of his nose. “I was joking. That was fun. There isn’t anything I don’t love about the way you treat me, Zeke. No kid gloves, remember?”
We horse around in the pool for a while, never letting go of each other. There’s a heavy admission settled deep down in my core. I love this man. Everything about him. The way he carries himself, how he cares deeply for others, how I can beat him in a game of hoops, and everything else in between. I love Zeke Hartley.
“Hello,” I
answer my phone, place it on speaker, and roll my eyes when I see that it’s Zoe. She’s called me every day since I’ve been here. Some days twice.
It’s been a week since I’ve moved in. A week of some of the best times of my life as well as some of the lowest.
Zeke had a life before I came along. He’s a doctor. A damn good one, too. His job is demanding, and how he manages to do it all, I’ll never know. I’m simply grateful he’s doing it all with me.
I’ve learned so much about the man in the times we’ve been together. Where he loves to be kissed. His favorite foods. His dislikes, his loves, and the way he holds me tight at night. All of my things are still in the bedroom he made for me, but I haven’t slept in there since the night by the pool.
I finish up my email to the caterer. Save the file and close my laptop. I need to find out what Zoe needs before Zeke comes home. He said he had something he’s been wanting to show me.
“Are you done working yet? I have a question to ask you,” Zoe says. She sounds out of breath.
“Just finished. Are you okay?” I stretch my legs out in front of me. Fiddle with the blue bow on the small gift that I ordered from Amazon for Zeke.
“Yes. I’m always in a hurry; you know that. I was calling to see if you wanted to have a girls’ night tonight. It’s late notice, but I just found out Robbie was going to be working out of town all night, and well, I miss seeing you around.”
I cringe not caring for the tone of her voice and not wanting to turn her down.
“I miss you, too. And a girls’ night sounds perfect, Zoe, but I can’t this weekend. Zeke is off, and we have plans. He goes back in on Monday. You could pick me up anytime on Monday and we could hit up Starbucks. Is anything wrong?”
She’s been acting strange lately. I mean, I know she means well when she calls. Always asking if I’m doing okay or if I need anything. But for her to be this clingy with all these phone calls isn’t like her. It has me thinking she needs my help. I brush it off. Zoe isn’t one to keep her mouth shut about anything. If it were bad, she would come right out and say it. I hope I’m right.
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