In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2)

by Belvin, Love

  “And apparently still is,” I replied, dazed by Taylor’s audacity. “He couldn’t have gotten any sleep. He jumped on the plane right after this to make his flight here.”

  “Yeah, you right!” Tasche whispered, angrily. “This fucked up.”

  And clearly why Nyree had been so distant yesterday. What a way to celebrate your upcoming nuptials.

  The bartender handing me a glass of water snatched my attention. My blue mood had returned that quickly, even though my buzz was still very much present. Suddenly, I needed to be alone. I felt a wave of emotions I didn’t understand.

  “I’m turning in for the night,” I informed Tasche on a mumble.

  “You good, Lex?” she asked perplexed by my sudden mood change. “I’mma walk you.”

  “You don’t have to,” I offered on our way out of the hut.

  “Nah, it’s all good. Plus, I wanna grab some rubbers. Taylor’s boy actin’ like he wanna holler.”

  We both laughed at that.

  By the time we reached our room door, I was done with my water and went digging for my key card. Checking all four pockets, I finally realized I didn’t have it.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have my key.” I searched my pockets again. “Fuck,” I sighed. “Now, I gotta pay for another one.”

  “Well here.” She slid her card in. “I got mine.”

  The door clicked and we got in. Tasche grabbed something from her purse and headed right back out.

  “You good?” she asked again at the door.

  Still dazed, I waved her off. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’m gonna take it down. Have fun.”

  When she closed the door, I shimmed out of my shorts and turned them upside down, shaking out all its contents. Only my Chapstick dropped out. I felt my shoulders drop in a deep exhale. That just added to my irritation. Deciding to bring this day to an end, I padded into the shower to wash, then jumped in the bed. Before turning off the light, I checked my phone and saw I had no missed alerts besides from Facebook. Sighing again, I flipped the light and turned over for sleep.

  A few hours later, I heard Tasche stumble in, whispering incoherent words of being home. I ignored her and went back to sleep, relieved she was safe. Sometime after that, the hotel phone rang, awakening me in a daze. Another ring shook me into action and before thinking I answered the phone.

  “Hello,” I croaked out, trying not to give away my stupor.

  “Come outside, Alexis. I’m on your floor.” His deep and melodic timbre seemed to have been customized for my subconscious mind, stirring something deep in my core.

  “Ezra?”

  “Yes, beloved,” he soothed like a father to his child.

  My heart stammered in my chest, every inch of my body vibrating, struggling for full consciousness. That was him. It was Ezra, I tried telling myself. It had to be.

  I pushed into my flip flops and grabbed my phone. I thought to tell Tasche, but her ass was so drunk, she was snoring. With my pulse still racing, I pushed down on the lever and pulled the door. Before it was fully opened, I saw a figure standing in the middle of the hall. Once in full view, I saw his tall and big body garbed in a jacketless suit and shoes. His hair was low, eye brows deliciously thick and his posture broad with unspeakable virility. One hand tucked in a pocket and the other leaving his bearded chin and extending over to me.

  Without a question, I took his hand and followed him to the elevator where I noticed the phone he must’ve used to call me. As we waited for the car, I realized how formally he was dressed compared to my thin, pink cotton short and tee set. I surveyed my pajamas and saw the lining of my pebbled nipples. For some reason, my eyes immediately went to Ezra, who shared the same observation. His eyes raked up to mine, then over to the chiming elevator. Our ride up was in silence as well. I tried rubbing the sleep from my face. Damn! I couldn’t believe my husband was here. I wasn’t dreaming. It had damn sure been Ezra. My essence was responding to his natural body heat the way it always had. I studied his confident profile from head to toe while still fighting off my sleep.

  When we arrived at his floor, Ezra handed me a key card and murmured the room number. Odd. Why wouldn’t he just lead and open the door himself? I found the room at the end of the hall and fumbled with the key. Finally it took and I pushed the door open, immediately hit with the blasting coolness from the air conditioner.

  The moment I crossed the threshold, I was scooped up and practically slammed against the back of the door. His mouth was on mine, his hands roaming everywhere with feverish gropes. My legs mechanically wrapped around his narrowed waist. At this proximity, Ezra’s scent was intoxicating and arms were magical. He held me at the back of the neck, taking my mouth with savage hunger as if I owed it to him. He unraveled my ponytail, my hair spilling all around. Ezra held me tight as though I’d disappear from his fierce grip. I received his lips and tongue, thrilled by his brutal handling.

  “Undress me,” he groaned in my ear. This was a new cry from his chords, one with a hint of desperation.

  With gusto, I went for his right wrist and unfastened the cuff link I knew would be there and moved on to the next. My trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his big globular shoulders. Then, excitedly, I lowered myself to his waist, crouching on shaky legs and released his belt then pants until they fell to the floor. Under the dim light his dark gaze pinned me, lids heavy with lust. Ezra lifted me and walked over to the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. My pulse raced with heavy anticipation, clit throbbed with urgent need. I felt slick arousal against the thin strap now stuck to my sex.

  Ezra pulled my shorts down and when he saw no panties, those dark irises shot up to me from the foot of the bed. My thighs closed on their own accord, rubbing nervously together. Was he going to punish me for sleeping without panties? Ezra lowered himself, pushing my legs open with little effort. Then his face was buried at the apex of my thighs. His tongue swiped broadly inside my labia, sending my pelvis scooting back on the mattress. Air from his chuckle hit my sensitive sex causing a tremble. Not giving me a moment to adjust to the unyielding pleasure, he ate me like a man would his last meal on earth, stroking from the bottom of my lips to the top, and around my tight nub before sucking the tortured target. I was there, at the blissful brink of my release when he withdrew. I groaned, displeased. His hungry mouth moved down, plunging his tongue into my flooded canal.

  “Uhhhh…” I cried out, gripping the comforter at my sides, intoxicated by pleasure.

  Then his tongue returned to my clit, stroking over and over and over until my head rolled against the mattress. Ezra brought me to the edge again and withdrew each time.

  Oh…

  On the third time, I realized what had been eating at me all day. I’d begun to miss him. How could you go days with minimal contact with a person you have this type of physical connection to—and in my case, emotional. My feelings for my husband were slowly evolving. The way he’d used my body to condition my mind had been remedial for me, causing some strange balance. I wasn’t prepared to believe marriage was this soul-binding institution so much as it was a legal one. But I had to admit, there was something building between the two of us. It was the way he was able to forecast my needs with precision, how he seamlessly dismantled my guard around my sexuality. No longer was I abashed about my needs and this was because they ran deeper than physiological. Ezra opening me up this way exposed my emotional needs as well.

  My orgasm built again, and just when I thought he’d finally let me meet my release, Ezra reared back and peeled his boxers from those muscle clad thighs. He descended upon me, forcefully driving into my mouth, generously sharing my sensual musk as he twirled and pushed his tongue. I felt his hot steel at my wet entrance, contracting with need. Without preamble, I thrust up, taking him in. Ezra met me halfway, and just when I expected harsh thrusts or punitive lunges, he served me with gentle yet delicate strokes. His speed was just right to push me to where I needed to be. My ba
ck arched over the bed, one arm overhead reaching for something unknown to anchor me from the pleasure mounting in my core as I pushed into his plunges. His mouth found its way to my breast, nibbling with precise pressure. My mind fogged with everything Ezra: his touch, heavy weight, scent and intimate invasion of my core. If I could bottle this moment and uncap it at my leisure in the future, I would.

  “Baaaa-by!” I purred an octave unfamiliar to me. I was cresting.

  Ezra knew this, I could tell by the increasing pressure and speed of his drives into me. When I collided with my release, I lost control of my lungs; my legs froze in place and my shoulders jerked on their own accord. He grabbed me in his muscular arms, securing me in his hold as he issued unrelenting plunges into me.

  “Guuuuh!” he cried out as his hot semen shot deep into my womb, filling me with more of Ezra.

  His thick frame collapsed on mine and I wrapped my arms around him, relishing the throbbing of his fading hardness still buried inside of me. When he was done coming down, Ezra gathered me in his arms, turned me onto my side and pulled me into his warm chest. I felt him gathering my hair, sweeping it above my head and paying hot kisses down my neck until I drifted off in deep sleep.

  Ezra

  I rolled over onto my back and caught sight of her while straining my eyes against the glaring sun.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” My wife scowled, her head resting on her palm, elbow on my pillow.

  I went for my phone on the nightstand behind me for the time. The sun was too bright; it was too early to be awakened, even by my mahogany beauty, considering I’d just closed my eyes three and a half hours ago. I’d stayed awake long after my beloved fell asleep chastely in my arms. Climbing gingerly from the bed, I’d showered, returned a few emails and then crawled back into bed, drawing her soft frame into me, no longer wanting to be tortured by her distance. When I arrived to the hotel, I had been so anxious to get her sienna casing underneath me, I’d dumped my things after checking in and left right out of my suite to retrieve her.

  “That’s a respectful way to greet your husband after not having seen or spoken to him in days.” I caught the reproof in my words.

  Alexis’ eyes widened before she retracted them, processing my undertone. “Two measly days—and hardly that, Ezra. Don’t be a baby.”

  “I don’t think I’m being petulant at all. Is it strange to expect to hear from your spouse daily to be sure she’s alive?”

  She paused to think about that, and I took a moment to ogle her round breasts and immediately felt my morning wood. I knew this marriage accountability thing was a new concept for her, but she really needed to use her common sense. I won’t say my feelings from not hearing from her were indicative of me missing her, but a man does have his needs…and I do care about her wellbeing, greatly.

  Her eyes fell, telling of her guilt. Good. My kitten must be more considerate next time. I lifted from the mattress, turning to plant my feet on the floor, and I rubbed the sleep from my face.

  “It’s not like you were sitting home waiting by the phone. You had speaking appointments,” she whined. “Did you speak in Atlanta?”

  I stood to stretch and considered how I wanted to spend my morning in Puerto Rico. Preferring privacy while enjoying the wonder of nature, I certainly didn’t want to be out amongst the crowded tourists.

  “Ezra!” she called out impatiently.

  My neck snapped back to her. “Yes,” my tone more glacial than intended. I found my kitten sitting on her knees with the sheet wrapped tantalizingly around her body. I didn’t want to answer questions about my travel. I needed to tend to what drug my insatiable need of her all the way out here.

  “Did you speak in Atlanta?”

  “Yes, Alexis.” I felt the wrinkle in my forehead.

  “Last night?”

  I turned back toward the ocean view.

  “Hey,” I heard her shuffle from the bed. Then she was behind me, her breasts pressing into my back. “Why are you avoiding discussing how you preached in Atlanta and flew all the way out to San Juan because you missed me?”

  I scoffed, “I wouldn’t go there, beloved. You’re due back home—”

  “Tonight,” she cut me off. “Yes, tonight when you would’ve been free to toss me in your basement and defile my body once again.” There was amusement in her words.

  I turned to face her, taking her in my arms and lifting her off her feet. I was aroused by the squeal she released, surprised by my gesture.

  “I can defile you anywhere I please, beloved.” I cracked a seductive smile. “You belong to me.”

  I’d only taken her once last night in an attempt to be courteous, considering the hour. I planned to pick up where we left off, needing to hear her cries of ecstasy again.

  She placed her index finger on my lips.

  “Pause,” she stated abruptly. “I have a brunch to attend in less than thirty minutes.”

  I felt my face harden. A brunch?

  “I was under the impression today was the end of this celebration,” I circuitously stated.

  “Today is the last day. Let me down.” She shimmed until I placed her on her feet. “You can attend if you like. I just need to go downstairs, shower and get dressed, then pack.”

  My mouth dropped as I stood there partially nude thinking about my wife prancing around the resort in the same manner. I moved to my suitcase to grab a shirt.

  “You’re not leaving here wearing what you came in,” I decreed tossing her the shirt. “What time is the brunch and where?” I asked regrettably.

  Alexis dropped the sheet exposing her cacao glory. My tongue jerked in response and erection sprang as she pulled the shirt over her head.

  She snorted, “Remember, Ezra, that barbaric possessive bullshi—” I bucked and she quickly corrected the near slip.“…nonsense is only during sex. I’m my own woman—” I trekked three steps and lodged my tongue down her throat, making her swallow those words of an ornery spirit.

  Alexis was mine: mind, body and soul. She belonged to only me, and I wouldn’t have my wife strutting around here with her cheeks hanging out. When I withdrew, I caught the glaze in her eyes. She was entranced, just the way I purposely rendered her.

  “I-I…ummmm…” she stammered, overcome. “I have to go. I’ve been dealing with a moody bride-to-be and the last time I saw her she was in a good place; I don’t wanna be the one to cause her to return to bitchville again.”

  “Moody?” I asked, wondering since when did Alexis tolerate others’ attitudes?

  Nyree had never been a pleasant woman, in my experiences with her. When she wasn’t ogling me and sending suggestive glances, she was trying to belittle Alexis. I’d already decided I didn’t care for her much as a friend to my wife, but wouldn’t dare whisper a cautious word to Alexis for fear of her accusations of feminine suffrage.

  “Yeah, just…” With her eyes to the floor she shook her head, “…weird. We really didn’t hang out until yesterday. By then she was light and fluffy…affectionate and shit.”

  “Mouth!” I grated.

  “Okay!” Her palms flew in the air. “My bad! I’m working on it.”

  And she had been. Alexis had notably been curbing her expletives. Spending copious time with people who didn’t use foul language—me—helped with that.

  “You know,” I stalked over to her and growled, “I have something to expunge that delicious mouth of all its filth.”

  “Pause!” she demanded again, her soft little palms splayed on my bare chest. “We have to get ready, and you are coming. I’m not going to face a possibly mean Nyree alone or you’ll be bailing your new wife out of a Puerto Rican jailhouse instead of meeting me back home tonight. Plus, I lost my key last night and need to catch Tasche before she leaves for brunch.”

  Reluctantly, I watched my beloved leave the bedroom of my suite. Then I headed straight for the shower to calm my erection.

  eight

  Ezra

  We had bre
akfast at the main dining hall of the resort, each of the guests of the bachelor party strolling in the door in drib-drabs. Alexis introduced me to a few people, but not all, I noted. Her friend, Tasche, sat at our table, chattering nonstop on trivial topics. Lots of them included people in the same room and their activities from the night before. It made me wonder where Alexis was when all of said activities occurred. Was she in her room the entire night? I struggled with not allowing my mind to run with wild possibilities of my wife’s behavior here in Puerto Rico while away from me.

  “Only raisin bran and two bananas?” Alexis remarked, eyeing my table setting suspiciously. “That’s not enough for a growing guy your size, my dude,” she jeered quietly.

  I didn’t have the best appetite after not getting much sleep the night before. I fasted the day before, preparing for my sermon, so I felt a bit out of sorts, not to mention I hadn’t work out at all. The combination really had me a bit off kilter.

  “That’s all I can take in right now. My flight in has thrown my system off,” I disclosed honestly.

  “Oh, right. You got in pretty late.” Alexis’ tone turned sympathetic and the inclusion of her palm softly rubbing my thigh solidified my kitten exposing her nurturing side.

  Adorable.

  “Yup!” Tasche giggled. “Last night, y’all was creepin’. I woke up at like five to piss and was like, ‘What duh fuc—My bad, Ez,” she grimaced. “I’m so used to being around bad mouthed people like this chick.” She nodded toward Alexis.

  “Oh, no!” Alexis chided, and nervously, her eyes going wild. “Don’t put me in that. I have to adhere to quite a few subpoenas for my language around this man. I don’t need you adding to them.”