by Nola Marie
“Please what, Darlin’?” I ask knowing full well what she wants.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Zane,” she growls in frustration.
“Ah,” I chuckle into her neck. “There’s my girl.” I lean back, looking over her body. “You have on too many clothes.”
“Then do something about it,” she taunts. I pull her up, yanking the dress over her head. Her chest heaves with anticipation.
“Hope you don’t like these too much,” I tell her.
“Like what?” she pants.
I reach down and rip those little lacey panties from her body. She laughs that sexy laugh that would make me hard as steel if I weren’t already. “I’ll buy you more,” I tease.
“Just shut up and take care of me,” she groans with another laugh.
“Yes ma’am.”
I lift her leg and begin to make a trail of kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh, stopping right before I reach that bare, glistening pink. I move to the other leg and begin the same trail.
She moans and squirms waiting on me to move to where she wants me, but I like letting the anticipation build. I make it down her thigh again then move to her stomach then her hips.
When I finally let my tongue flick that tiny bud, she rewards me with a sexy, throaty moan that nearly has me coming in my damn pants. Which is just a reminder that it’s been a fucking long time. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without sex since I started having it.
I spread her open with my thumbs and lap the arousal like a dying man in the desert. She tastes like everything I love. Spicy, tangy, and mine. I grip her ass in both hands pulling her to me as I lick and suck drawing out every drop. When I move back to her clit and begin to suck her hands fly to my head like she thinks I’m going to vanish. I insert a finger, curving it slightly as she fucks my face chasing her release.
Then it occurs to me, I don’t want her coming yet. Anticipation and all.
I stop everything. Leaning back, I look at her naked body beneath me. Her full, round tits that are just enough to fill my hands. Her smooth flat stomach that has faint ridges of abs. Her full, pouty lips that I could kiss all day.
“Why did you stop?” she pants, bringing me out of the trance she just put me in without trying. “You are not leaving me like this.”
“I’m not leaving you at all, Baby,” I tell her as I lean over her taking those plump lips with my own. I pull back again, removing my shirt then my jeans. “I don’t want to use a condom, Tori,” I tell her, judging her reaction. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says as her eyes run up my body.
“So, you’re okay without one?”
She shrugs, biting her lip. “Never tried.”
“Neither have I,” I laugh, “but that’s not what I mean.”
She leans up grabbing my hand to pull me down to her. “For the last damn time, Zane,” she says as she takes my dick in her hand, “shut the fuck up.”
“Yes ma’am,” I grin as she guides me into her, and holy fuck, either it’s been too goddamned long, or she has some kind of magic pussy because I swear to all that’s holy, it feels like fucking home.
I’m afraid to move. Afraid if I do, this will be over long before it even begins. She wiggles beneath me, making me press my hips into hers. “Stop moving, Tori, or I’m going to embarrass the fuck out of myself.”
I thought she would giggle, but she looks at me with the most serious look in her eyes. “If you don’t fucking move so I can come, I will break your nose, Zane. I am so fucking close that I can’t fucking breathe.”
I love that she's not afraid to tell me what she wants. I love that she knows exactly what she needs and goes after it. I love her fucking filthy mouth.
What can I do but give the lady what she wants? I am a gentleman after all.
She brings my mouth to hers as I begin to move slow and deep. I trail down her jaw to the soft skin of her neck, leaving a mark that will probably piss her off tomorrow. She arches into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel her inner walls spasming. I grip one leg bringing it over my shoulder. She hooks that ankle around my neck letting me go oh so deep.
“Right there,” she moans as sweat from my forehead falls hitting her on the cheek.
She reaches for the drop then brings it to her mouth. “Fuck,” I grit out. “I can’t hold off much longer, Baby.”
As if that was what she’s been waiting to hear, her tight walls grip me as she finally falls over the edge screaming out my name with praises and curses. I follow right over with her. I come so hard that I see sounds and hear colors. Better than any drug I've ever had. If I weren't already completely addicted to her, I would be now.
“That was -,” she pants.
“Amazing,” I finish for her. But she’s shaking her head. “Not amazing,” I smirk because I know it was.
“There aren’t words for what that was,” she whispers like it’s a secret she’s only admitting to herself.
I know what she means. It was sex but not just. It was connecting on a level I’ve never connected with anyone. Not even Lacy, but with Lacy I was still young. I loved her. I will always love her, but this with Tori is something else entirely.
And as much as I know she isn’t ready to hear it, I have to tell her. But I don’t. I don’t because I don’t want her to freak out. I don’t because I don’t want her to leave.
She pulls me to her kissing me. I shift until she is no longer under me. Then she lays her head on my chest as I stroke her hair softly. It doesn’t take long for her to fall into a soft sleep.
“Slow the fuck down,” I yell as I hang on to the ‘oh shit’ handle.
She throws her head back laughing as she takes my truck through another massive mudhole on the back roads we’re travelling. “What’s the matter, Zane? Thought you said this is what your truck is made for.”
I grip the handle tighter as she barrels around another slick curve. “I said that’s why I bought it. Have you ever driven anything like this on roads like these?”
Another laugh. “I haven’t driven anything in years,” she tells me. This is news she didn’t previously share before now, and my heart begins to pound harder. “I live in New York. A driver’s license is more for decoration than function.”
“Fuck me,” I grit out.
When she asked if she could drive, I already knew she had never driven down roads like I was bringing her to. She’d already told me she hasn’t spent much time outside of New York until she met me, and that it was the only place she’d ever driven. But she didn’t specify that she hadn’t driven there much either.
We’re coming to where the road forks. One way takes us to the swamp, the other back to the highway. She takes the left toward the swamp, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more anxious in my life. This doesn’t just take you to the swamp. It literally ends in the swamp.
“Tori, you should probably let me drive now,” I tell her nervously as the road continues to narrow into even sharper curves.
I let out a very emasculating sound when I practically feel the truck tip to one side as she slides around a nearly ninety – degree curve.
Then she picks up speed. “Tori come on. Stop so I can get us out of here.”
“What’s the matter, Zane? You’re not scared, are you?”
“I am secure enough in my masculinity to admit I am fucking terrified right now.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Darlin’, any other time that answer would be yes, but this road is going to end any second and it doesn’t give a lot of warning.”
She doesn’t even blink nor does she attempt to slow down. I know we have three more curves before the one that literally ends in the swamp.
My feet a pressed hard into the floorboard of the truck. My grip on the handle is so tight, I can feel it giving under the pressure and my other hand is trying to find anything on the center console to grip.
We slide around anothe
r curve. Two more to go.
I’ve never been afraid of anyone or anything. Even the idea of death has never scared me. I have looked down the barrel of guns aimed for my face. I have been in fights that could’ve easily ended with my death. I have helped torture and kill men who weren’t worth the oxygen they wasted.
Suddenly, sitting in my own fucking truck with the girl I’m head over heels in love with, I am terrified. Terrified for my truck, Tori, and my impending demise at the hands of the sexy blonde sitting behind the steering wheel.
She goes sliding around another curve. “Goddammit, Tori. Fucking stop!”
She casts a glance my way. Defiance is all I see in her eyes.
And she speeds up even more. Down a dirt road that’s nothing more than a hunting trail. With absolutely no idea where it ends.
The last curve is up ahead. I can see it now. My heart ratchets up ten thousand notches. I’m pretty sure I’m about to have a heart attack.
She begins to fishtail on the road. I see the panic setting in her eyes as she hits the brakes. “Don't stomp the brakes. Don’t fight the spin,” I yell at her as the curve comes closer. “Press the brakes slowly and turn into the spin.”
“But we’ll hit the trees,” she cries out.
“Just fucking do it, Tori. Hit the brakes easy and turn with the truck.”
She does as I say even though I’m not sure it’s going to work. I see this ending many, many ways. None of them good.
We finally come to a stop in the middle of the final curve, the truck kissing the tree in front of us. We let out a breath. Then another.
Then I’m pissed. I climb out of the truck which miraculously didn’t even get a scratch to walk around to her side. I open the door and pull her out. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Were you trying to get us killed?”
Her eyes are wide with surprise and the remaining endorphins of fear and adrenaline, but she doesn’t say anything at all.
“Tori,” I yell at her. “Answer me.”
Still nothing. She just stares at me. Her chest heaves. My chest heaves. She licks her lips. I follow her tongue.
Everything runs together. All the fear and adrenaline and love and want and anger and frustration and desire and need. Everything bleeds because for a few seconds I was scared. I, Zane Valen, who has never been afraid of anything in my life was absolutely terrified. I saw the end. I saw it right in front of me, and I was scared. Not for me. For her.
I remember what it was like to lose Lacy and my parents. I remember how it felt when I thought I was going to lose Zoey. The fear I had for that split second knowing any second the truck could roll over, hit a tree, or go barreling into the swamp.
Okay. Truth? I’m probably being overdramatic. We absolutely could’ve died under all those scenarios, but it was probably unlikely.
Another truth? She wasn’t going that fucking fast. I’ve gone much, much faster down this road.
If we’d hit a tree, it would’ve killed the truck, but I doubt either of us would’ve been seriously injured. The chances of rolling over were slim at that speed. Landing in the swamp? Yeah, again, the truck would’ve died, but we could’ve gotten out before we became alligator chow.
Her driving did legitimately terrify me. I really was panicking but irrationally so. At the moment, I’m reaching – fishing for an excuse to say what I want to say. Just like I wanted to do last night.
But the thoughts about my parents, Lacy, and Zoey are there now. The realization that I was not terrified to get into an actual accident as much as I’m terrified if I don’t tell her now, something will happen. “I love you, Tori,” I blurt. She gasps and her eyes go wide exactly like I expected. “I know you aren’t ready to hear it much less say it, but I’ve learned life is short. I don’t like wasting time. I’ve been waiting for months to tell you that. I can’t hold it back anymore.”
I know I sound like a chick. I know I always sound like Mr. Sensitivity. Like I’ve lost my man card and I’m a total pussy. I’m not, you know. I just know what I want. I take what I want.
She stands there, gape mouthed looking utterly terrified and completely confused. I half expect her to take off screaming up the road. She doesn’t. Nope she doesn’t move or blink. She is completely frozen.
“Tori, you can breathe. I don’t expect you to say it or even feel it but I -.”
Her mouth finds mine. Her velvety lips move across mine. I grip her hips pushing her against the truck until I’m hoisting her up and she’s wrapping her legs around me. Tongues and teeth clash like we’re oxygen deprived and have found what we need in each other.
I don’t want to, but I end the kiss. I press my forehead to hers as our breathing finally begins to settle. She still doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. I know how she feels even if she isn’t ready or able to accept it yet.
Like I said, I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to take it. Even if that means waiting just a little bit longer.
“Let’s get back.”
Tori
I curl into Zane’s side almost wishing I didn’t have to open my eyes. Wishing I didn’t have to go home today. Home to absolutely nothing with everyone who means the most to me gone someplace else.
I never thought there would come a day when I didn’t want to be in New York, but here I am. Lying in bed with a man that I don’t want to leave.
He told me he loves me, and I didn’t freak the fuck out.
Okay, I did. I totally freaked out. But I didn’t run like I’ve done before. I wouldn’t have made it very far if I’d tried but that’s not the point. The point is, instead of running, I kissed him.
Deflective? Maybe, but he said he didn’t expect me to feel it or say it. And I didn’t run.
I call that progress.
My damn phone ringing completely ruins what I’m trying to accomplish, but I don’t answer it in hopes that whoever it is will go away. Of course, they don’t. They continue to call until I reach over Zane to grab it off the table to see who it is. Just Dane and Maddox. They’re on tour so whatever their issue is, I can’t help from here. I turn the phone off.
He lets out a chuckle without opening his eyes. “I’m not sure that’s how you solve the problem.”
“I don’t want to get up,” I groan. “When I get up, I have to pack to leave.”
“Then let’s make sure you have something to remember on your way back,” he tells me moving quickly so he’s on top of me.
His phone starts ringing now. He grabs it and shows me it’s Maddox calling him now. I take it from him to answer. “Hello,” I grumble. A very wicked and mischievous grin forms on Zane’s lips.
“So, you are still there,” Maddox teases as Zane plants kisses across my stomach. He continues to move lower and lower. I shake my head at him in warning. “For a little longer. Why?” I ask watching as he waggles his eyebrows at me then swipes his tongue across my clit making me jump.
“Why don’t you answer your phone?” Dane gruffs through the speaker.
Another flick and a finger have me biting my lip to keep my moans from escaping. I try to wiggle away but he holds me firmly in place.
“Because I was sleeping,” I say a little too high pitched as Zane begins to nip.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for you flight?” Dane snaps.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly but it’s not really in response to my brother but to the man doing amazing things with his tongue between my legs. My free hand flies to his head with intentions of making him stop, but once it finds grip in his hair, it decides of its own accord to make sure he stays right where he’s at.
“Why do you sound like that?” Dane asks and I hear Maddox and Ryder in the background cackling.
“N – no reason,” I respond but then I groan when Zane makes eye contact with me while he curves that long finger of his.
“Tori?”
Zane wraps his lips around my throbbing clit and begins to suck. “Yes,” I hiss.
“Oh fuck!�
� Maddox bellows like a hyena.
“Tori tell me you are not fucking the football player while you’re on the phone with me,” Dane says sounding extremely uncomfortable.
“I – I -,” I can’t form a coherent thought as an orgasm shoots through me. All I can do is scream out Zane’s name.
He rises over me, taking the phone out of my hand. “She’ll call back later,” he tells them then proceeds to fuck me into two more orgasms before we finally get out of bed.
“God, Tori, I can’t believe you did that. Do you have any idea how fucking traumatized I am?” Dane says when I call him back a couple of hours later.
I can still hear Maddox and Ryder in the background. I'm pretty sure I even hear Angel laughing. I imagine they’ve been heckling him ever since. “I didn’t do anything, Dane. I was an unwilling participant under duress.”
“It didn’t sound unwilling to me,” Maddox heckles some more.
“I swear to god if either of you say one more thing, I’m going to start swinging,” he tells his friends.
“Why did you call, Dane?” I ask, trying to get this conversation over with so I can spend my last few minutes with Zane.
“Have you talked to Cara lately?” he asks me.
“Not in a couple of weeks. Why?”
“She tell you about some guy?”
“Get to the point, Dane,” I grumble as I throw my clothes into my bag.
“I’m worried about her, Tori. Something isn’t right. She won’t answer when I call.”
“Then how do you know about a guy?”
“Because he answered her phone, and said she was too busy to talk to me. When I asked with what, he just said he’d tell her to call me back. That was two weeks ago.”
I scrunch my face with concern. She hasn’t been returning my calls either. A text or two here or there to saying she is taking her summer finals and getting ready for the new semester, but not much else. I just took the texts at face value, but now I’m thinking maybe I should’ve dug a little deeper.
“She hasn’t said anything to me, Dane.”
“Don’t you have a layover in Chicago? Can you stay for a couple of days to check on her?”
