“I did,” I tell her softly. “I wanted a good night kiss.” She smiles at me, my lips going to hers. “Good night,” I tell her before she pushes her lips on mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Denise
Seeing him walk up the stairs with his suit on made my heartbeat race and my stomach tingle. When he made his way to me, I just lost every ounce of self-control I had, so when he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him. “I wanted a good night kiss,” he says when I smile at him. “Good night.” That’s the last thing he can say because my lips crush his.
He steps into my loft, closing the door with his foot while I attack his lips. His hands around my waist, he lets my lips go so he can kiss my neck. I move my head to the side while he trails kisses down my neck. He sets me on the counter and stands between my legs.
The sweater falls from my shoulder, my hand on his chest as I feel his heart beat under my hands. “I can feel your heart,” I tell him, and he looks down at my hand on him.
He leans in and kisses my neck, exactly where my pulse beats. “Our hearts are beating just as fast.”
“I’m nervous,” he says, and I just press my palm harder on his chest.
“Why?” I ask him.
“I’ve never been this nervous before,” he says softly. “I’ve never wanted something so badly before.” He leans in. “I’ve never wanted someone more in my life,” he says and then slowly kisses me. My hands slide up his chest to his neck, and my head tilts a bit to deepen the kiss as my chest presses against his. My nipples perk up at the heat from his chest.
I throw my head back, letting my body feel everything around me. His hands at the side of my hips, his lips moving from my lips to my neck as I hang my head back, and he slowly trails his tongue down the side of my neck. “I,” he says softly, and I lean back on my hands now, my tits pointing up. “I,” he says and then leans forward, placing a kiss on the center of my chest. “Your heartbeat has slowed.”
“I trust you,” I tell him, my voice low as he slowly trails the kiss to one of my nipples that is trying to bust out of my camisole. I want to tell him more; I want to tell him that I trust him with my heart, I trust him with my life.
“Tell me to stop,” he says softly, looking at me, our eyes meeting in the dark. The moonlight shines in and I just watch him as he leans in, biting my nipple through the material; the pain shooting from my nipple to my core as I shiver in his arms. “Fuck,” he says, taking his hand and bringing my shirt down and sucking my nipple deep into his mouth. One of my hands comes up and holds his head.
“Zack,” I whisper his name as he attacks my other breast. “Oh, my,” I say, closing my eyes.
I’m ready to lean across the island and let him have his way with me. His beard is no doubt making little red marks on me as he bites down and then sucks in. I sit up straight now, his body standing up straight when I do.
“It’s not fair you get all the fun,” I say with my breast out in the open, nipples still pebbled. My hand goes between us as I turn my palm over and cup his cock, squeezing it in my hand. He hisses between his teeth. This time I lean in, kissing him where his top button is undone, his scent hitting me right away. “I love how you smell,” I tell him while my hand moves up and down on his cock, and I give his neck little kisses before I bite and suck the skin right under his collarbone.
He moves out of my grasp as his chest heaves. “I will not have you jerk me off and come in my pants like a twelve-year-old boy,” he tells me, and I just look at him.
“I can take you in my mouth, and you can come down my throat,” I say, and his body stills, his eyes get heated.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he tells me. “This weekend, pack a bag,” he says.
“Where am I going?” I ask him, and he steps closer but not close enough for me to snatch him.
“Jack is sleeping over at Michael’s Saturday night. I want you in my bed.”
“That is some offer.” I swing my leg a little, making my tits jiggle a little.
“Not an offer,” he says, this time coming back between my legs. His hand cups me while he twists my nipples. “You can come with me or I can drag you there. Either way”—he leans in—“the night ends with me in you.” He kisses my neck then and walks out of the apartment, leaving me all riled up in the dark.
I wait on the island for a couple of minutes to get myself together, tucking my breast in and going to lock the door. I walk back to my bed and fall right asleep. Waking in the morning, I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing, but after one look at my left breast and the beard burn on it, I know I didn’t. I smile to myself the whole time I choose my beige slacks with a black short-sleeve knitted sweater. Grabbing a couple of bracelets and then my watch, I pull a thermos out of the cupboard.
Grasping my jacket on the way out, I make my way to the hospital. “Good morning,” I tell Mallory when I arrive and walk into the lounge and take off my jacket. Grabbing my lab coat, I make my way out.
The morning drags by; it’s a slow day, which is perfectly fine with me. I do my rounds and then read a couple of charts when my phone rings and I look down and see it’s Allison.
“Hello,” I say and then lean back in the chair.
“Hey, you,” she says. “I haven’t heard from you in forever.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “I spoke to you two days ago.”
“Which is forever ago, so what’s new?”
“What did you hear?” I ask her, laughing.
“Me?” she shrieks. “I heard nothing.”
I laugh. “What are your plans Saturday night? Want to come over?” she asks.
“I think I have plans.” I try to play it cool, and she just laughs.
“Yeah, you must have plans all right.”
“What are you getting at?” I ask her, looking around to make sure no one is around.
“Michael is having a sleepover on Saturday night. Jack is coming over.”
“Oh, really.” I feign surprise. “That’s nice.”
“Oh, cut the crap, missy. You are going to have your own sleepover, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I say finally. “I may have been told to pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag?” she shrieks. “You need to show up naked with no bag or clothes.”
I laugh out loud. “I’m going to the hockey game before, and I think there is a law about showing up in public naked. Not to mention my lady bits might get frozen.”
“Okay, fine, but you don’t need a bag. You need some kick-ass lingerie,” she says and then tells me to hold on. I close the file and hear her come back on the phone again. “I’m back. And I brought reinforcements,” she says. “Vivi, say hi.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I say under my breath.
“You rang,” she says, laughing.
“Denise is having a sleepover on Saturday, and he told her to pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag?” Vivienne says. “Of toys or condoms?”
“Oh, for the love of god,” I say while Allison laughs.
“I told her to forget the bag and show up naked,” Allison says, and Vivienne hums.
“She has the right idea,” Vivienne says. “What lingerie are we looking at?”
“I have no idea. I have to check my drawer.”
“Oh, Cherie,” Vivienne says, “with a man like Zack, you need something a little bit classy, a little bit sassy, and a lot slutty.”
“We should go shopping,” Allison says, and Vivienne agrees.
“How is tomorrow?” she asks, and Allison answers, “I’m free.”
“So am I,” I say, knowing if I don’t, she is going to get me anyway.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” Vivienne says. “We should visit that sex shop that just opened.”
“Vivienne, no sex shops. Not after last time,” Allison says, and Vivienne groans.
“Fine,” she says, and we make plans to meet tomorrow afternoon. I put it in my phone when a text pops up from Zack.
I smile, looking down at it, and answer.
Yes.
I finish my day, and Zack and Jack are waiting for me when I walk out the door. Both with big smiles, both wearing the same Stingers beanie.
“Well, hello, handsome,” I say to Jack, kissing his cheek as he smiles. “And Handsome’s dad,” I say, kissing Zack’s cheek.
We get into the car, and he makes his way to his house. We eat dinner again, just the three of us. Jack and I set the table; it’s kind of our routine now. And later that night, after he’s peeled my shirt off and I’m about to pull my hair out with need, he pulls away.
“Two days,” he says when I finally put my sweater back on. I have little bites now on my side and under my breast, yet he has stayed fully dressed.
“Two days,” I tell him. “Then I won’t be the only one naked.” He pulls me up and laughs with me. “I’m not kidding, Zack. I want you naked.”
“Why do I suddenly feel like a piece of meat?” He laughs at me, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap.
“I’ve never really had this,” I tell him, settling in his arms.
“What is this?” he asks, leaning in and kissing my neck.
“Someone I wanted to come home to, someone to share a meal with.” My hand goes to his face as I trace his jaw. “Someone who makes me laugh.”
“I don’t think I’ve been this comfortable in my skin before,” he finally says, taking a piece of my hair in his hands like Jack does and twirls it. “It’s just easy.”
“What?” I ask him.
“Being with you is easy. I don’t have to jump through hoops, I don’t have to buy you gifts every second so you’re happy, and I don’t have to be someone I’m not so other people don’t talk.”
“Never,” I whisper. “I will never ever make you less of a man than you are.” I lean in and kiss him softly on his lips. “You’re one of a kind.”
“Well, it’s kind of easy,” he says, and we sit on the couch making out until it’s time for my Uber to take me home.
Two days later, I’m finally walking into the arena, wearing the tightest jeans I’ve ever owned in my life thanks to Vivienne. I don’t even think I can breathe in these, with a black V-neck loose shirt over the corset lingerie they had me buy yesterday. I keep the jacket closed securely because there isn’t much to the corset. And the shirt is almost see-through. I watch the game with Karrie in the lodge and then plan to meet Zack by his truck. I don’t even pay attention to the game; the only thing I can focus on is Zack. My eyes follow him the whole game.
He’s the first one out, and when he sees me, he unlocks the door. He doesn’t say anything to me until we get out of the parking garage. “This hiding thing is tough,” he says, looking over at me.
“Did anyone ask you questions?” I ask him, and he just shakes his head.
“No, but I sat there in the middle of the room and wondered if anyone would look at me and say you’re going to have sex with Max’s sister tonight.”
“Trust me, no one is thinking of you or me,” I tell him, leaning over as he pulls into a parking spot. I open the door, and he walks around to greet me by grabbing my hand.
“Where is your bag?” he asks, and I just shrug my shoulders.
“I figured I’d be naked the whole time.” He doesn’t walk gently across the street; he runs, and I laugh the whole way with him, and for the first time in my life, I can’t wait for what is to come.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zack
My heart is beating so fast I feel like it will pop right out of my chest, and when I saw her standing by the truck, it all became so real. I made it home in record time, remaining quiet in the truck for fear I’d sound like an idiot.
My heart is pounding; my hands are clammy. “Where is your bag?” I ask her when I walk around the truck. She shrugs her shoulders.
“I figured I’d be naked the whole time,” she says, and I snap. Whatever little strength I had to go slow with her was gone. I practically drag her across the street, and all I hear is the clicking of her shoes on the pavement. I open the door and slam it with her on it. I attack her lips first, and she meets me head-on while my tongue duels with hers. My hand goes to her hair, gripping it with my fingers.
Her hands go to my chest and then up again when she slips my jacket off my shoulders. My hands do the same thing to her, tossing her jacket to the side and stopping to look at her. “What are you wearing?” I ask her, turning on the light now and seeing what is in front of me. “Holy fuck.”
I take her in. Her hair messy from my hands, her chest heaving. But my eyes are on her top, falling loose and showing me the lace under it. “It’s a corset,” she says, pushing herself from the door. She pulls the top over her head, and I see it clearly now.
Her tits are pushed up and covered in lace with a flower decal exactly where her pink nipples are. “It’s more than a corset; it’s a bodysuit of sort.” She unsnaps the button on her jeans. I watch her hand pull the zipper down as she shimmies her hips to push her jeans off her hips. My mouth waters, taking her in. Her stomach is covered with a lace netting all the way to her pussy, and that is just covered in sheer black. Not hiding anything. She kicks her shoes and her pants off.
I unbutton the cuffs, tossing my cufflinks on the table, one then the other, and the whole time, our eyes just watch each other. I kick off my shoes, pulling the shirt from my pants and unbuttoning each button. Her cheeks turn a slight pink as she watches me. I stand here in front of her with my shirt unbuttoned and ask her for the last time. “Is this what you want?” She nods her head, looking at me. “Say the words, baby.”
“Yes,” she says softly. Walking to me, she pushes open my shirt and her hands go to my bare chest. My stomach goes in when I feel her cold hand on me. “So many times, yes.”
I grab her and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and her arms around my neck as she buries her face in it. I shut off the light and walk with her up the stairs to my bed. She pulls back from my neck and looks at me, one arm staying around my neck as the other hand palms my face. “I’ve never been this excited and scared before.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I tell her. “Not now, not ever,” I whisper the last part.
“I know,” she says and kisses me softly. The hunger is still there but the softness makes it so much more than just a kiss.
I hit the bed with my legs, and she unwraps her legs from my waist, putting her knees on the bed. Her face comes up to my chest, and she leans in and kisses my chest. I feel her hands roam up my legs to the button of my pants, and she unsnaps the button, and the sound of the zipper going down echoes. The pants fall to the floor, and I step out of them and then shrug my shirt off. I’m standing in front of her in just my boxers. “Oh my,” she says as I push her hair over her shoulder. She looks up at me, and I see the erratic way her chest is moving.
Her hands go to my hips, and slowly, using the forefinger of each hand, she goes under the waistband of my boxers. She pulls the boxers over my hard cock, pushing them down over my hips. “Um.” She looks at it, licking her lips. “This is going to be so much fun. I’ve been dying to see it since I felt it in my palm,” she says, and I laugh. This woman has me, and she has no idea just how much. She leans in and licks the precum that was on the top, and I’m closing my eyes, leaning my head back and groaning at the heat of her tongue. I don’t have time to take it all in because her mouth has now swallowed my cock.
She moans a little as she takes me deeper and deeper down her throat. “Fuck,” I hiss out, pushing the hair away from her face so I can see her take my cock in her mouth. My hands go to her tits, pinching her nipples through the lace. The vibration of her moan makes me thrust my hips a little as she takes more of my cock.
I push the lace away, and her tits spring free. Her nipples call to me, so I push her away before I shoot my cum down her throat. “Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
She gets
on her back, her knees up and closed at the knees. “Spread,” I tell her, and she slowly moves her legs to the sides. She watches me put one knee on the bed and then the other, getting closer to her. “All night on the ice, I kept thinking of this moment right here,” I tell her, taking my hand and tracing her pussy with one finger, the wetness on her bodysuit coming out onto my finger. “Actually, the last week I’ve wanted to bury my face in you. Make you come on my tongue, on my finger. On my cock.” She closes her eyes and moans, lifting her hips to reach out to my touch. “Not so fast. I want to enjoy this,” I tell her and lean down, throwing her legs over my shoulders when my mouth dives in, and I lick her pussy through the mesh. Her hand goes to my head as she drags her fingers through my hair. I move the material over, finally getting my taste of her as my tongue slips into her. We both moan, and I move my tongue up as it circles her clit before I suck it in my mouth at the same time as I finger her. Her pussy squeezes me as I nibble on her clit while my fingers fuck her. I knew it would be mind-blowing; her hips thrust up at the same time as I slip another finger in her. “Zack,” she says as I suck her in my mouth again. “I’m going to come,” she says, and I know she’s right there because my fingers are swallowed up by her. I thrust my fingers three more times while she lets out her own long moan as she comes all over my fingers and my tongue. I let her ride it out till the end.
“I need to get a condom,” I tell her, turning to get off the bed when her hand stops me.
“I haven’t had sex in over two years,” she tells me, “or maybe three.” And I just look at her. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “After I found ...” I don’t want to bring her name into this; she isn’t going to taint this. “I got checked. Anyway, I’m clean.”
I look at her lying in the middle of my bed, that corset thing under her tits while her pussy glistens from my mouth and her cum. “I would never do that to you.”
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