“How long have you been waiting?” My heart is still pounding. It’s pounding hard for a different reason. Zeke didn’t up and leave me here. He sent someone to bring me home.
“About a half hour.” He opens the door; I slide in and catch my breath.
“Please take me home and hurry.”
I fidget as I sit inside the cab. My hand still rolling over the smooth, warm metal.
“Home sounds nice.” The cab driver settles behind the wheel. “But I’m going to need an address.”
I rattle it off like it’s second nature, even shocking myself to know it so well. It’s like it’s been written on my heart for years. The cab ride blurs by quickly but not fast enough.
The house is dark, and yet I feel him here with each inhale of oxygen and step I take. I drop my bag on the table by the door, slip my shoes off, and make my way to him while rolling his watch over in my hand.
My heart isn’t pounding anymore. It’s ticking away at a steady rhythm. Moving in sync with time. Zeke and me. We have so much time. I’m not wasting any more of it. I’ve flown and landed.
“Zeke.” I stand at the end of the couch.
He’s sitting there with a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He doesn’t drink much. I’m sure it has to do with me. That doesn’t matter. I’ve put the man through hell and back on the journey of finding myself.
“I have something that belongs to you.” I kneel down before him once again. Open my palm and show him.
It’s a degrading act to be on my knees in front of a man who is powerful. Not with Zeke. Never with him. It empowers me from the core to be on my knees in front of him, never fearing one single thing.
He doesn’t say a word. I raise his hand that’s resting on his knee. Place the watch right where it belongs and press his hand to the middle of my chest. There are so many words that need to be spoken, but none of them come as I watch the emotions play out on his face. Our love is stronger than those words. Soars higher than any emotion.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Thank you for giving me the world and letting me fly. It’s always been you.” My palms connect on the top of his thighs. I need to touch him.
He moves fast, picking me up from the floor and settling me in his lap. His large hands cup the sides of my cheeks. His silence would make me nervous on any other given day, but right now it means so much.
Our lips meet in a promising kiss. It ends all too soon, leaving me wanting more. I’m always wanting more with this man. I realize right now that I’m not addicted to Zeke. It’s more than that. It’s one word I never understood until he gave it to me. Love.
“You came home,” he whispers.
“Always,” I reply. “I’ll always find my way back to you, Zeke. In words differently put than yours but meaning the same thing. Life is gray and murky without you. I need color. My color is you.”
He smirks. “And someone to beat in a game of hoops?”
“Always someone to beat in a game of hoops.” I smile against his lips.
I’m flipped over in a flash, my back pressed into the couch, my legs spreading for my man. My man. The two sweetest words I never thought would grace my thoughts. Zeke takes his time slipping my dress over my head and peeling away my panties and bra. He doesn’t ravage me like he has so many times before but takes his time drinking me in. His fingers tracing around the watch on my wrist. Up my arms and across my collarbone. I shiver.
“I need to touch you. To feel your skin up against mine,” I say, lightly pushing him off of me so I can get what I want. I do the same thing he did to me. Admire every inch of him as he loses his clothes one piece at a time. Leaving us naked with only our watches on. I’m not invisibly numb anymore. I’m visible. He sees me and makes me feel alive.
“I never did say thank you, Zeke.”
His finger comes down on my lips, hushing me. “You came home to me. I got my thank you, and you also gave me the other thing that was mine. You.”
His large body falls down on me, caging me underneath him, shielding me from the world. I’m not scared nor frightened.
Our kisses are not hurried or filled with passion for the needy desire to get the other to orgasm. We take our time learning every single thing about each other all over again.
Our flesh pressing against each other, Zeke enters me slowly. I brand it to my memory, never wanting to forget this moment. No, it’s not our first time, but it’s the most important time. We both let our fears and anxiety fly out the window. Tonight, we shared everything, and it wasn’t just me opening up this time; it was both of us.
We found each other tonight in the middle of a storm. Two lost souls seeking so much more. The connection is sweeter than the nectar of any God.
The slow burn of him working inside of me with each thrust warms me head to toe. He’s so deep he leaves his own personal brand on me. I’m his. Tears form at the corner of my eyes, and I’m okay with crying. It’s the raw feeling of life that makes me feel alive.
There are no moans or cries of ecstasy as our bodies move in unison. It’s still and quiet with the only sound of our skin connecting. But I feel him. With each deep thrust he makes. Each pull out and each press in.
My hands wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to me even though the feat is impossible. The feeling of being trapped under this man is all mine and always will be.
It’s not until Zeke lets out a low growl that I realize how close I am to letting go. One, two, three...he growls again, his dick pulsing deep inside of me. Four, five, six.
“I’m going to come, Amelia.”
Seven, eight, nine. My sex is clenching his cock so hard I see bright lights as we fall together spiraling in our pleasure of love.
“I counted,” I whispered.
“What?” He doesn’t move his head from the crook of my neck. His warm breath alerting all of my senses.
“I used to count, Zeke. It numbed the pain. It was my escape.”
He still doesn’t move.
“I just counted, and it never felt greater.”
His tongue runs a line from my jawbone up to the shell of my ear. “I counted each miserable fucking second when you weren’t in my life.”
“Me, too,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry and thank you for coming back. You will always be everything to me, Amelia; I’ll show you every single day just how much for the rest of my life.”
“Me, too,” I reply.
“Would you stop fidgeting.” I vaguely remember those same words spoken to me not too long ago from Ronan.
I’m standing here once again holding an envelope in my hands. Another piece of my life that I was too scared and broken to accomplish.
“Give me that damn thing.” Zeke reaches for the envelope. Just like basketball, my hands are quicker than his.
“No. I’m opening it,” I say, pretending to give him the evil eye.
I rip the white paper open. The plastic card falls down to the floor. I stare, my eyes swelling with tears as I look at the tiny picture of myself staring back at me. All the happiness shining back at me thanks to Zeke.
“Well, I’ll be damned. She has her driver's license. Look out, LA.” Zeke chuckles, bends down, and hands me my license. I flip it over in my hands. A smile spreading so wide I swear I feel my cheekbones crack.
“Watch out, Target and Starbucks. This girl has a license and isn’t afraid to use it.” He cups his junk just adding to the horrific punch line of his joke.
It’s dumb but too damn funny not to laugh. It’s how we have filled our days with all the layers peeled away. We gave each other our all, and now we get to reap the benefits.
“I’m smiling.” I still realizing all the things so many people take for granted. “And look at this. There’s an address on it, too.”
Of course, I knew there would be. I also knew I passed. So much has changed after the night almost a month ago when he gave me my watch. Over thirty days to relish and fly away. He gave me the ability to fly, and that’s what I
’ve done. I took a ten-day class to get my license. Finished up what needed to be done for the ball and let the colors fly across the canvas.
Zeke and I went back to the museum, so I could thank him properly for what he did, and he knew the inner geek in me yearned to admire all the art. There have been several visits back there with our Starbucks in hand. I’m not sure my new addiction to the vanilla flavor is healthy or not, but when Zeke’s coffee-flavored lips attack mine, I know it’s extremely healthy. After all, he’s a doctor.
How he got the staff at the art museum to put up our collage of artwork, I’ll never know. He told me they owed him a favor for all the money he donated. The simple fact is, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does. Except for the memory I have embedded in my brain forever of him getting the goofy picture he wanted with me standing next to it with my finger pointing at my name. And yes, he set it as his contact picture for me on his phone and every social media site he’s on, including his damn work picture on the hospital’s site. Not professional in the least, but who am I to argue? The man loves me. He tells me several times. Daily.
“So, are you ready for your congratulations gift?” He stands, grabs my hand, and hauls me out the front door. He gives his junk an extra squeeze really trying to get out the final punch line to his corny joke.
“You didn’t have to get me anything. We’ve been down this road before. I told you all I want is you, blah, blah, and freaking blah.” I roll my eyes knowing it will drive him crazy.
“Little shit.”
In one swift movement, he has me over his shoulder, slapping my ass while I grip his prized globes. The man’s ass would win awards and trophies if there were an ass contest.
“Put me down, Zeke.”
“You might land on a joystick.”
“Enough with the lame jokes.”
We are zipping down the road, flying down the highway of life, with the breeze waltzing in our hair. I still to this day run my fingers over his watch. It’s my solace and ground for life. I don’t have to ask where we are going; the sights and scenes are familiar. Zeke pulls over, hops from the car, and has my door open before I can blink.
He’s hauling my ass out of the passenger seat and placing me behind the wheel. He doesn’t walk around the front of the car like any other man would. Nope, he crawls over me then pauses once he’s straddling my lap.
“Doctor?” I ask.
No response. He gyrates in my lap, giving me the most erotic entertainment of my life. I’m beginning to wonder which one of us is twenty-one and which one is thirty-seven with the way he’s acting.
Zeke grips the side of my face while thrusting his hips into me, reminding me of an idea from many days ago. One that needs to filled but will be pulled up in the near future. The man has needs, and I have the breasts to fulfill his desires. My, how the cards have been dealt, and I’m perfectly fine with how they lie on the green felt table.
“Bluebird, you’re going to drive the shit out of this car.” Another hip thrust starts lighting me on fire. “If you can get us back to the house, then I’ll give you your gift.”
There’s a glint in his eyes letting me know it’s more than sex. He has something up his sleeve.
“But we’re almost to the beach. I thought flying the kite was my gift. I want to fly my kite,” I ask confusingly. The colorful kite is always in his trunk waiting for us.
“Our kite,” he corrects me. “Drive us the rest of the way to the beach, and we can fly our kite, Bluebird.”
Always flying up. Further. Never. Stopping.
No destination in sight besides Zeke Hartley. This man will take me to heights I never knew possible. Always.
“Wake up, lazy.” I jolt up out of my seat in the car to see Zeke hovering over top of me.
“Sorry. I guess the excitement from today wore me out.” I stretch, lean up to give him a kiss.
“Who’s here?” I ask. Thinking maybe it’s Brick. He hasn’t been around much lately. Club business, whatever the hell that means. I haven’t asked Zeke much about this club or what Brick does. He’s given off the impression he really doesn’t want to talk about it. I have a feeling it’s illegal, but I keep it to myself.
“No one. That’s your gift.” My mouth drops open, and my eyeballs pop out of my head.
“It better not be.” I look from him to the white BMW SUV sitting in the driveway.
“Well, it is, and if you ruin this by spouting off about paying me back, then swallow the words, Amelia. Money doesn’t mean shit to me if I can’t share it with the woman I love. So here, go check it out.” He dangles a set of keys in front my face.
I open my mouth to tell him there is no way I can accept this. Then his words hit me. Love and share and everything those two words really mean. They mean everything.
I grab the keys. Excitement filling my veins. Zeke steps back to allow me to step out, and I run. Swinging the doors open and sitting on the cool gray leather.
“Thank you.” I run my hands over the steering wheel. Every single emotion I’ve ever felt zaps through me. My life is so complete that there are some days I wake up and stare at the man next to me while he’s sleeping. I’ve come so far, and so has he. My nightmares are gone. My memories are fading. I’ll never forget them. My mind won’t allow it.
I crook my head to the side. “But why an SUV and not something tiny and sporty? Not complaining.”
“Two guesses and your first one doesn’t count.” Zeke leans in with his arms resting on the top of the car. God, he’s sexy.
I roll my eyes knowing it will piss him off. “Safety.”
“Bingo.” He leans in kissing the tip of my nose. “That’s one reason. Can you guess the second one?
I swivel to wrap my legs around him, hooking them at my heels. I truly have no clue where he’s going with this, so I go with being a smartass. “Plenty of room to bang in the backseat.”
“Nope, but adding that to my list right now. Hot bang session in Amelia’s new car.”
“So, what’s the second reason?” I reach down and grab his hard dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. “The faster you answer, the quicker we can really test out this backseat.”
His lips brush against mine and the second reason comes out as a whisper. “Babies. I want babies with your bright blue eyes and zest for life. I want a whole fucking basketball team, Amelia.”
I smile remembering the night Zeke told me I wasn’t sterile and there’s still hope for us to have a baby. A month ago, this statement would’ve sent me straight into a spiraling panic attack. But today, hope begins to float inside of me.
I’m finally flying.
51
Zeke
Today was perfect. Both of us still riding a high from a few days ago when Amelia got her official license. Everything about the past month has been. I’ve watched her bloom to her fullest, and she’s still going strong. There have been some hard days when she’s either called Ronan or me. Her mind twirling. Her skin itching, and the need for her to get high is so strong that she’s locked herself in her old bedroom until one of us can get there to talk her down. It’s usually Ronan, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
The days when I’m home and she has a breakdown are absolute hell. I can’t stand seeing her break out in a sweat that wasn’t by my doing. But we’re getting through it.
“Jesus. Fuck, Amelia.” I never in my wildest dreams would expect to walk into our bedroom and see the vision laid out before me. Well, that shit isn’t true. I have some very vivid and dirty dreams when it comes to the woman lying on our bed naked with a dark, wicked gleam in her eyes.
“Well, you said earlier not to complain about my gift, so I thought of one way I could pay you back,” she says, pushes your fucking perfect tits together, taunting me as she slithers further down the bed. I don’t know if I want to take her hands off those tits and stick my cock in between them or fuck her sweet, glistening pussy.
“Motherfucker. If the Gods haven’t blessed me with the woman
of my dreams. Hands off those breasts, Bluebird.” I drop my gym shorts. I’m sweaty as all hell from my run. Don’t care. I’m going for those tits. She can ride my cock in the shower when we're done.
I’m fucking rock hard with a pulsing cock ready to play. I crawl up the length of her body, never more thankful for a thank you gift. I’ll buy the woman the Goddamn world if this is how she shows her appreciation. My dick glides up her body. Growing harder the closer he gets to those breast. Goose bumps prickle all over her creamy skin.
I take each nipple in my hand, rolling and pinching them until I have her writhing and moaning underneath me. I swear I can make her come by playing with her tits alone.
“Here.” I take her hand from where it’s now stroking my cock and place them back on her tits. “Push them together, baby.”
She listens with those lust-filled eyes she gets every time I touch her. Amelia is just as turned on as I am. I groan throwing my head back with the first slide of my dick in between her tits.
“Fucking heaven, Bluebird, that’s what you are.”
I reach behind me, dragging a finger through her wetness while fucking her tits at a fast pace. Goddamn, her pink nipples are hard and stiff. If I don’t slow down, this little game is going to be over before it’s even started.
She lets out a moan of protest when I pull my finger from her pussy, bring it to my mouth, and suck. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of her taste.
“Zeke,” she whimpers.
“What, baby?” I tilt my head, staring down at her while continuing to pump my hips slowly, watching my dick nearly tap her chin on each stroke.
“You know.”
“Tell me,” I demand. “Need word, baby.”
“Fuck me with your fingers now, Zeke.”
I groan feeling the tingles build at the base of my spine.
I smile loving hearing her speak dirty to me. Two fingers work in and out of her with my thumb applying pressure to her clit. It’s a real fucking struggle with her moans and my dick right where he’s been dying to be. My balls are aching. My spine is burning, and I feel my release in the pit of my gut. Sweat drips down my face; my cock is in a rage. But this girl, this incredible woman underneath me has me holding it in. For her. No way in hell am I losing being this close to her and not watching her come undone. I hold it in until I feel her sweet pussy squeeze my fingers.
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