by Teresa Hill
“My god Reece you have me so hard right now.” He nibbles at my earlobe.
“I can feel that.” I smile at him.
“If we keep this up I am going to have to walk you straight out of this club.”
My breath leaves me as the thought of leaving and going home with him is exciting, heart stopping and invigorating all at the same time. Here is a man that has seen me blow up at him and be well, me, and he still wants me. I just don’t understand.
I don’t offer a response. Instead, I spin back around wrapping my arms around his neck tightly and kiss him with everything I have. He reciprocates and with his arms wrapped around my waist lifts me off the ground slightly and just like a girl, the girl I never thought I could be, I kicked up one of my legs just like you see in the old movies.
“Take me home Zane.” My eyes pleading with his.
He leans in to kiss my forehead gently. “Let’s find Brent, he’s gonna need a ride home.”
He’s right. I forgot Brent was even here. Of course my luck, can’t just have the hot boy whisk me away, no I brought a gay boy with me…
Still standing in the middle of the dance floor, I scan the crowd looking to see if I can find Brent. In the corner of the floor, I see him grinding up on some blond chick. Of course he picks a blond. Don’t they all?
“Found him,” I say pointing in his direction. Zane sees Brent, nods and starts to move us that way.
Approaching from behind I can’t help but tease him as I place my hands on his hips and move myself in behind him as he pushes against the blonde. Moving with the music he doesn’t even seem to notice. That is until I reach down and pinch his ass. His yelp is quite comical and he whips around to see who to confront.
Laughing I stand back until he realizes it’s me. His expression lightens and he turns fully to me opening his large arms to embrace me. “Miller, you foxy, sexy thing get your hot ass over here and dance with me.” His hips moving to the music that has definitely picked back up in tempo.
I brace myself for his approach by grabbing at his biceps.
“Ok stud, calm down.” I laugh at his silly dancing. “I just was coming to tell you I was leaving. Can you take my car with you?” Holy shit I just asked someone to not only drive my car but take it home without me, oh yeah I must like this boy.
At almost the same time both Zane and Brent respond out loud, “Really?” Which has me laughing harder.
“Yes really, you mess up my car and I’ll rearrange your face,” I say in the toughest voice I can. Playing long with the acting Brent throws his hands up in surrender. “I’ll treat it like it was my own.” Most would find that comforting until I realized what he drove and panic set in.
“Ohhh hell NO! I’ve seen what you drive and the condition it was in. Fuck that, never mind.” Shaking my head I turn around to walk away but only walk right into Zane’s chest.
“Calm down tiger, I will make sure he and your car get home in one piece tonight.” His reassuring tone calming me a bit.
“So wait, do I get to drive it or not?” Brent asks in confusion.
Zane leans past me to speak quietly to Brent. Unfortunately I can’t understand what he’s saying but Brent leans back nodding his head up and down and gives Zane the bro handshake and half hug slap. He leans down and kisses me on the top of my head and slaps my ass before turning around to his blonde still dancing by herself behind him.
“Um what the fuck just happened?” Looking at Zane questioningly.
Giving me his signature side grin he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him as we make our way off the dance floor.
Stepping outside there is a light breeze in the Texas air. Zane motions for the valet to get his car and turns to me.
“That sweetheart was me letting your friend know he could dance all night and drink on me, because he was not driving your car home. I told him I will have a driver take him and your car back to his house and you can pick your car up later. Problem solved.” His grin was almost too much to bare.
“What? Who? Driver? Um, what kind of driving record does this guy have? Does he know how to shift without grinding gears? Does he…” I attempt to continue until Zane’s lips are on mine and I close my eyes and forgot what the hell I was talking about.
“Relax Reece, I have it taken care of, you don’t need to worry.” He softly kisses me again as the valet pulls up with his car.
This is the first time I’m paying attention to what he drives and am shocked at the BMW that is sitting in front of me. I know the car is worth over $100,000. How the hell do you get in a car worth that much? Do I take my shoes off? Do I need to cover the seat with something?
“Guess I didn’t get a good look at it the first time, but this is a beautiful car Zane.”
Holding the door open he gestures for me to enter and whispers in my ear as I pass, “Not nearly as beautiful as you are.” Which only makes me blush.
Inside I notice the dark mocha leather and I can smell the quality of it. The dash is sleek and wood grained with a large touch screen display that has options for everything from FM radio to CD to satellite to watching a DVD. I run my fingers lightly along the dashboard in front of me feeling the quality.
Zane slides into the driver’s seat and buckles up. He touches a button on the steering wheel, waiting for a beep. “Play track 17.” As the car starts so does the soft guitar sounds of Dave Mathews Band and Crash into Me begins to play. I couldn’t help but smile as he pulls away from the club.
Chapter 15
The soft sound of Dave Mathews and the highway underneath us is all I hear as we drive in silence to what I am guessing is his house. His hand has slid over and is resting on my leg while I play idly with his fingers. It’s peaceful, sitting and letting my mind drift.
I stare out the front windshield with a content smile on my face. The day has proven to be unexpected. But I find myself conflicted, unsure about what I am doing. I have gone so far outside of who I am I’m not really sure how I got here. Could it be that just one person has created such a crack in my tough exterior that I have actually let some of the pieces fall? And who took the first swing? Zane, Brent, Jon? My friendship with Brent was unexpected yet natural. I didn’t even think about how open I was being with him. Ok maybe not exactly open but a little less “door slammed shut”? What about Zane? He infuriates me while comforting me and causing such a fire in me. I don’t know what to do. And Jon? Oh man, Jon, less than 24 hours and he had me feeling things I haven’t felt in years, if ever.
My eyes travel from Zane’s hand on my leg over to his face admiring his strong features. He really is a beautiful man.
“You okay?” He asks noticing me staring.
“Yeah I’m fine,” my standard answer. Some things never change.
The strength in his features reminds me of someone. That someone, whom no matter how much I want to forget about that night, I can never forget what he did for me. For six years, I have wondered about him, dreamed about him. I can still feel the beating of his heart in his chest, the strength in his arms as he picked me up and cradled me. The strong masculine line of his jaw as I wrapped my hand around his neck with my thumb on his pulse, a lifeline for me. His smell, so fearless and brute yet soft at the same time.
I glance at Zane, his smell. That’s the smell I remember. That’s why he is so comforting to me. He wears the same cologne. The realization has me smiling. “What cologne do you wear?” I ask, curiously.
“Mostly I wear Dolce & Gabbana’s The One, if I wear anything at all,” he answers with just as much curiosity as I asked.
“Oh ok, well you smell good, reminds me of someone.”
“Oh yeah, a good someone or a broke your heart someone?” Unsure of the answer he wants to hear.
“Good,” my tone is indifferent.
To show comfort and assurance, I place my hand over his hand that is toying with my other hand’s finger. Look at me showing comfort, good lord what has gotten into me?
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br /> I gave up on showing emotion to people a long time ago. I realized nothing seems to benefit me when I do. Loss of loves and friends doesn’t stop just by showing you care. Some things just don’t matter in the big scheme of life. Life happens whether you are ready for it or not, and I for one have experienced it too many times over.
I start to feel my walls finding a way back to each other as I remove my hand from Zane’s. I feel a level of anxiety creeping back in. I don’t have people in my life for a reason. Whether I pushed them out or they chose to leave, I am who I am to protect what I have left of me.
My attention turns outside the passenger window as we exit the highway and pull into a rather nice neighborhood. He steers the car into the gated community and turns left into a section of nice condos. He presses a button on his steering wheel and the garage door in front of us opens as we drive in. I was shocked to see the garage could hold four cars.
Zane maneuvers the car into its spot and shuts off the engine.
“You sure you’re okay? I can almost feel you shutting down over there.”
How the hell can he feel that?
“No I’m fine really. Just a lot happened today and I was trying to process it all,” I say trying to put his mind at ease.
Caressing his jaw with my thumb, I lean in placing a soft gentle kiss on his lips, but I want more. Cupping his face in both hands I take what I am craving and kiss him deeply. Savoring every bit of his sweet mint breath, how does it always smell and taste like mint, and exploring with my tongue. The heat between us increases and his hand reaches down to unbuckle my seat belt. I am feeling that familiar need to devour him. His strong hands grab me on both sides of the waist startling me and they lift me up just enough to allow me to slide across the center console as he places me gently in his lap with my feet dangling into the passenger seat. My left arm crosses the back of his shoulders as my other hand massages and kneads his chest all the while never losing our connection.
“Let’s go inside, I can safely say I have more room in the house,” he whispers and all I do is nod.
Opening his door, he grabs me under my knees and across my back sliding me out with ease and standing. I expect him to put me down, but he bumps the door with his hip to shut it, and he walks toward the door leading into the house.
I lay my head on his chest. Instinctively, I place my hand on his neck with my thumb at the base, and I lightly press in just to feel his pulse. He stops mid step, takes a deep breath and looks down at me. His deep brown eyes scan my face, looking for something. I am enjoying the moment, so I just keep my head on his chest, my hand on his pulse and close my eyes. Before he begins to walk I feel his lips press against my forehead, and I breathe him in.
I hear the click of his shoes against the wood floors and lift my head. The room is vast and open encompassing a modern contemporary white and chrome kitchen in the corner. There is a long, dark, thick wood table big enough to sit ten people off to the side of the kitchen. The great room we are standing in is set up with multiple sleek, thin line couches and chairs ideal for entertaining. Closer to the kitchen is a more intimate area with a very large, lay down side by side there is plenty of room, style U shaped couch. On the wall has to be the largest TV screen I have ever seen and it takes up the majority of the wall. The decorations throughout the house are minimal and sleek in appearance. The walls are painted a medium gray tone allowing the kitchen to stand out.
As we get close to the kitchen he drops his hand from below my knee and places me on my feet.
“Can I get you something to drink? Water, Wine, Kool-Aid?” Flashing me his own Kool-Aid grin.
“Hmmmm what flavor Kool-Aid?” Teasing him.
“Only the best there is…. Blue Raspberry.” His eyes widen with excitement.
“Mmmmm yum… Sure I’ll take a glass.”
We stand in the kitchen sipping our Kool-Aid and watching each other with smiles on our faces until he puts his glass down and walks towards me reaching out for my glass. Taking it from me, he places it on the white granite counter.
His gaze rolls slowly from my legs up my body until he’s looking me in the eyes with a carnal hunger burning deep. A feeling I can certainly relate to. No words are spoken as our bodies collide together with our lips tangled and our hands exploring feverishly over each other’s body. In an effort to slow down a little, I hold his face between my hands and sensually roll my tongue along his lips tracing them slowly. His restraint is strong as he tries not to react. Leaving his lips, I tease his earlobe with a lick and a nip and get a shiver and moan out of him, which brings a smile to my lips.
“You like that huh?” I whisper in his ear looking for feedback.
“You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he answers with his eyes closed. Oh I think I have an idea.
Jon had stirred feelings in me that I long thought were dead and buried. Once they were let free, they didn’t swamp me with fear, pain, and regret. Instead the pathway has been laid to let go of some of my inhibitions.
Holding his head still and massaging the back of his head, I maneuver my way down the side of his neck with my lips. Each kiss lasting just a few seconds longer than the last one until I reach the collar of his black dress shirt. I sweep my slightly open moist lips across his collarbone not leaving any part of my journey untouched until I reach the first button of his shirt. His head is tilted backwards showing his enjoyment and giving me access. Carefully, I unbutton the first button and place a kiss. I follow a path down his chest and over his abs, causing me to bend slightly, until each button is undone and a kiss is given. Tugging on his shirt to free it from his pants, I slide my hands up his stomach and over his chest taking the shirt with me and he allows it to fall to the floor.
Standing in front of me, his shirtless rock hard body is a magnet for my hands as I continue to rub lightly over his skin. His tan glistening from the light sheen of sweat he has built up from the excitement and it only makes the desire so much greater.
He traces the sides of my arms with his fingers as he moves them up and over my shoulders. His hand reaches up and releases the clip in my hair allowing my long, now wavy auburn hair to fall around my shoulders. I shake my head back and forth loosening up the hair. A smile spreads on his lips at my action.
Zane closes the space between us when his hands reach to undo the buttons of my blouse. Having his hands undressing me causes a yearning inside. One I didn’t know I had an ache for him to feel and touch me all over. His hands slowly and purposefully undo each button, one by one. When he reaches the middle of my breasts my black lace bra is exposed. His index finger traces my cleavage sending chills down my body. He continues to unbutton my shirt and untuck it from my skirt. He slides my blouse down my arms until it drops to the floor while he kisses each shoulder tenderly and my body reacts pulling in to him. His warm soft hands spread out across my stomach and slide to hold me on each side. My hands travel up and down his smooth arms, studying each of his muscles, and on to his stomach as I trace out each of his abs. The ever sexy V of his torso peeks from the top of his slacks drawing my attention down to where I start to undo his belt buckle. Sliding the belt all the way out from one side I let it drop to the floor. The minute my hands touch the button of his trousers his lips are on mine. A feverish fiery urge overcomes me as I unbutton his slacks and slide the zipper down. His hands quickly move to the clasp on the back of my skirt and in seconds flat, it is puddled at my feet leaving me standing in my black lace bra and matching panties and 4 inch heels and not a bit self-conscious about it.
Like a bear on the attack, he has me cradled in his arms before I can move and is walking towards the hallway that leads to the bedroom. I don’t notice anything about the room except the king size bed covered in white down comforters and dark charcoal sheets. He playfully tosses me in the middle of the bed, my giggling echoing in the oversized room. He stands at the foot of the bed with only his unzipped slacks hanging from his hips looking at me while I seductively i
nch myself backwards on my elbows so my head is near the pillows.
Adjusting myself I reach down to remove my heels.
“Leave them on,” his tone dripping with sex. I answer with a smile.
His Adonis physique is bathed in the moonlight of the room as he stands over me like prey. I can’t help but get excited anticipating his next move and I’m not sure I can take much more waiting.
The bed shifts slightly as he begins his advancement toward me. Careful in his movement he moves slowly on all fours. His eyes focused on me and not deterring. The muscles in his back shift with each placement of his hand and calls for me to run my hands down them.
His hand wraps around my ankle lightly as he lifts it placing it on his shoulder. Beginning at my ankle, he tenderly trails kisses towards me. My hands fist the sheets as I let a soft moan escape. The anticipation is building as he slides both hands down my thigh stopping at my hip. His finger traces the outline of my panties along my hip and down the inside of my thigh and he smiles at me when his finger brushes against the damp lace causing me to moan in need. Looking down on me his fingers drag down the middle of my sex and along my panties teasing me to the point I want to scream out. Like a magician, his finger slips below the lace to find my wet folds. My back arches up as my head hangs back. The feeling he is causing can’t be described except to say ecstasy.
I lose myself in his playful movements, his fingers moving along as his hand kneads at my hip. His grasp increasing in intensity as he pulls at my panties until one quick pull and I feel the lace fall. Did he just rip my fucking panties off? I open my eyes and look down to see my bare skin and a bad boy smile on his face and can’t help but laugh.
“They were in the way,” he says with a smile as his hands shift around to my ass, and he lifts and pulls me down just a bit causing me to fall from my elbows to my head on his pillow. One kiss right on my belly button and I want to cum from delight. His hands explore my body as his mouth lays a path downward. Eyes closed, I am enjoying what he’s doing to me. His lips reach my mound and he doesn’t stop. Yes please I think to myself just as his tongue slowly drags down my center. My whole body quivers with pleasure. His hands push my legs wider apart leaving nothing hidden from him as he traces my wet center sucking and kissing. My pleasure increases when he slides a finger inside me. I squeeze tightly around it as he slowly pulls it out just to push back in. The feeling is amazing as he repeats it a few times before adding another finger filling me. “Mmmmmm you’re so fucking tight.”
