Leap of Faith (La Flor #1)

by Ml Rodriguez

  After they finish, Gunner turns to me. “I’m gonna head out. I’m sorry for ruinin’ y’all’s evenin.’ I don’t know what I was thinkin.’ I was desperate and I’m sorry. Let me know how much I owe you for all the broken items.” He heads for the door. “I’ll talk to you at work. Bye, Faith.”

  I say goodbye and watch him head towards his truck. He gets in, giving me one last sad look before starting the engine and driving off.

  I turn to Zane and before I can say or do anything, he’s on me. His lips are on mine hard—not brutal, but more aggressive than normal.

  “I want every trace of his lips gone from yours,” he growls. “Mine are the only lips that will ever touch yours again, you hear me? When I saw him on you, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tear him limb from limb. I never want to see that again.”

  “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry he ruined our night.”

  “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault and I saw you trying to push him off. And, our night isn’t ruined. As long as I’m with you, everything is perfect in my world. Next time, knee him in the balls so hard they come up his throat. No one has the right to put their hands or lips on you but me. You. Are. Mine. Only mine, Faith.”

  “If I’m yours, then you’re mine. Got me?” I give him my most serious and fierce face. “I don’t share well with others, honey.”

  “Yeah, baby, I’m yours,” he says, laughing softly. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.”

  He gives me a light kiss on the lips before letting me go. I head into the kitchen to get plates and glasses while we wait for dinner to be delivered.

  After a few minutes, he walks into the kitchen, puts his hands on my hips and kisses me on the back of the neck. He trails his fingers down my open back.

  “Faith, this dress is fuckin’ hot.”

  I shiver as his lips nibble and bite. A tingling sensation starts between my legs. I’m very sensitive and what he’s doing feels so good.

  “Go change into somethin’ more comfortable,” he says as he nibbles on my neck. “I love this dress and those shoes, but I want to be able to relax with you and you can wear it again on our next date.”

  “Hmmm … umm …” I can’t even speak.

  His lips on me feel so good and it’s been a long time since I’ve had this. Sure, we’ve been a little hot with each other, but it’s been pretty limited. I don’t want to set a bad example for the girls, especially Rylee, since she’s at that age.

  “I want to eat dinner and then move to the livin’ room. I want to hold you as we watch television together. The girls aren’t here so I’m definitely gonna take advantage of that,” he whispers into my ear before biting it.

  I lean my head to the side, giving him better access, and he moves to my neck. He bites it and then uses his tongue. Oh my! I feel like I’m going to explode right here and now. I need him. With one last little bite, he steps back and I let out a sound in protest.

  “Faith, our first time isn’t going to be in this kitchen. I want to take my time with you and I don’t want to be interrupted by dinner arrivin,’” he tells me. “I’m gonna head out to my truck to get my bag. You go to your room and change.”

  “Fine,” I grumble, upset at being left in need. “But, don’t touch me. I’m mad at you.” I give him a pouty face and make my way up to my room. I hear him chuckle and head out the door.

  I change into black capri leggings, a white tank top with a lilac three-quarter sleeve loose shirt, and comfy fluffy purple socks. I take my jewelry off and remove my make-up. He told me to relax and I am definitely doing that. I head back down and hear Zane speaking with the delivery guy as he pays for our dinner. He closes the door, looks at me and gives me one of his sexy grins, and then heads to the kitchen.

  “Food’s here. You still mad at me?” The big meanie is still laughing at me.

  “I won’t be if you feed me,” I tell him.

  “Come here, baby.”

  I pretend to reluctantly walk to him. He wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me up, slamming our bodies together, and kisses my pretend anger away.

  “Let’s get our food, your wine, and my beer and head to the livin’ room. We’ll put something on the TV and relax. I just want to hold you,” he tells me before kissing me softly and letting me go.

  “Alright, honey,” I say. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

  “We’re done talking about that. It wasn’t your fault and that’s it. I settled it with him and if he pulls another stunt like that, his ass is mine and you won’t be able to stop me.”

  I drop the subject and follow him into the living room. We set everything on the coffee table and look through my DVR list for something to watch. We settle on Game of Thrones, deciding to get ourselves ready for the new season by watching the old episodes I have recorded.

  A couple episodes in and all of the food is consumed, mainly by Zane, and I’m almost finished with my bottle of wine. That stuff is delicious, but the bottle is so small I can finish a bottle in three glasses.

  Zane takes the dirty dishes into the kitchen, comes back, settles himself comfortably in the couch and then pulls me to him. He puts his arms around me and I cuddle next to him. He’s playing with my hair with one hand, kissing my forehead, and holding my hand with his other hand. It feels wonderful just being here with him. I love the feeling of being cherished and protected in his arms.

  I turn my head and kiss him on the lips. I turn my attention back to the television and …

  Whoa!

  I don’t remember the sex scenes being this hot the last time I saw the show. Holy crap—is that even possible? I ask myself.

  I normally don’t get hot and bothered by sex scenes, but since Zane’s little tease in the kitchen and now just being here with him, I’m getting worked up. It doesn’t help that he’s holding me and kissing me, regardless of how innocent those kisses are. I know he won’t make a move on me until I’m ready; he’ll never pressure me. Being alone with him, plus the wine I just consumed, is making me brave. How much will he take before he breaks down and takes me?

  I turn again and bring our lips together. I nibble on his lips and then move on to his neck. I can tell he likes this because his pulse is getting faster. He’s sitting still, just letting me take the lead. I continue to kiss and taste his lips and neck. My hand slowly moves to his groin area and I feel his hard cock just wanting to escape the confinement of his pants.

  I hear him inhale sharply.

  “You’re playin’ with fire. We don’t have to do anything tonight; I just want to hold you in bed.”

  I ignore him and continue to trace my hand up and down. I tease him with my nails and I moan just thinking how good he’s going to feel inside of me.

  “Baby,” he moans before taking my mouth. He grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back. I make little noises in protest and try to get my lips back on his. “No.”

  I ignore him. I want him and I don’t want to wait any more.

  “Once we do this, Faith, you’ll definitely be mine. You’ll be my woman in every way but name. I’ll never let you go, you understand?”

  I’m only half-listening as I straddle him and align us together. I grab a fistful of his hair.

  “I want you, Zane. So much that I’m hurtin.’ I know I want you and I’m not going to stop until I have you inside me. You’ve been patient with me and now I’m ready.”

  I stop talking and wrap my arms around him and start rubbing myself on his hardness.

  Oh, how I wish there were no barriers between us.

  He’s finally had enough. He holds me tighter as he stands up, securing me around him. He gently bites my neck before making his way to my room. He stumbles onto the bed, making sure to keep his full weight off me.

  “Stay still, baby—you move and I’ll stop. I’m gonna kiss every one of your curves and I’m gonna taste you before makin’ you completely mine.”

  He slowly takes off my shirt and pants. He unsnaps my bra and tak
es it off, and then he takes off my panties and comfy socks. He leans back to look at me. I start feeling self-conscious—it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man and after having Skylar, my body changed. I finally look into his eyes and am amazed at the look he’s giving me. His eyes are full of hunger and an emotion I want to believe is true love.

  He comes back to me and we start to kiss. He takes over the kiss and I let him. His lips leave mine and move to my neck and shoulders. He kisses and gently bites. I shiver and moan, letting him know I love that.

  “You like that?” He asks. “You like it when I bite you?”

  “Mmmm.” I can’t even speak, it feels so good.

  He bites me harder and I get wetter. He continues kissing and biting my neck, and his hands start down my body. He reaches my breasts and starts playing with my nipples. At first it’s gentle caresses, but then he takes them between his fingers and starts to roll them and pull them. The harder he does it, the louder I moan. He gets to the right amount of pressure and I feel almost at my climax.

  I move to kiss him but he refuses. I manage to reach his neck and I bite him.

  “So you’re a biter, baby.” He sounds amazed.

  I bite him again, only harder, and I release a beast.

  “You want it rough, huh? Well get ready, get ready to scream my name and have my marks all over you. I’m gonna give it to you hard and rough and I’ll love you at the same time. You move and I stop. I want you to lie there for me while I taste you and get your juices all over my face. I want to feast on you.”

  He gives me one last kiss before making his way down my body with his mouth. He focuses on my breasts, sucking and biting them, just enough to get me there, and then moves downward. Anytime I move, he reminds me that he’ll stop if I don’t let him do what he wants. I whimper and try my best not to move, but the way he handles my body … let’s just say he’s had lots of practice and like he said, it was to prepare him for me.

  Zane finally reaches down there. He leans back and make this noise in his throat.

  “Damn, baby, you look so fuckin’ edible. You’re all wet and glistenin,’ just ready for me to dive in and fuck you with my tongue.”

  I don’t even respond before he starts. He kisses the inside of my thighs and gently nips them, first one side and then the other, before making his way to my center. He traces the left side, gets to my clit and only kisses it. I protest when he leaves it, but don’t move. He moves to my right, nibbles, and traces up and down before once more getting to my center. My clit is now throbbing.

  Instead of kissing, he uses his finger and rubs me almost to climax before backing off. I want to scream in frustration. Then I almost fly off the bed. His mouth is on my clit and he starts to suck it and when he bites it, I explode. I can feel myself pouring out and he’s lapping it up. I’m screaming and calling his name. Zane continues to eat me up until I feel drained. He passes his fingers over my sensitive center and looks at me.

  His lips are covered in my wetness and when he moves to kiss me, I taste myself on him and I’m amazed at how much I like it. Never before have I done this—Jake would always wipe his mouth before kissing me—but Zane, he takes my mouth and owns it. Our tongues are swirling around each other and he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites me before leaning back to look at me.

  “You like that?” He asks me. I can’t even answer so I nod my head. “That’s only the beginnin,’ love, and we have all night.”

  He discards his clothes and quickly rolls on a condom, before pressing his body on mine. I can feel his hardness between my legs. If I move just right, his tip will be at my opening. He takes my mouth once more. He moves onto my shoulders and neck and starts all over again. My hands are in his hair, then I move them up and down his body. I use my nails on his back and when I reach his ass, I squeeze with just enough force to get his attention.

  Zane looks into my eyes. “After this, Faith, there’s no turnin’ back. You’ll be mine forever and I’ll never let you go. You’ll belong to me, your body will belong to me, and only I will ever touch you again.”

  I look back into his eyes and smile. He leans down, I assume to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He takes that spot right where my neck and shoulders meet, that spot that makes me shiver and almost come every time, and he bites me. As he bites me, he pushes himself into me and fills me up. My body arches up in pleasure. I call out his name …

  “Mine,” he growls.

  He leaves his mark on my neck.

  It’s primal and I love it.

  He thrusts in and out, gently at first and then faster and faster. The pressure is getting so strong that I scream at the top of my lungs when I explode around him. Soon he follows me, yelling out my name.

  He collapses gently on me, making sure to keep his weigh from crushing me. Without losing his hold on me he flips over, taking me with him, and places me on top. I feel a kiss on my forehead before I let my tiredness take over. I hear him murmur, “I love you, baby.” Maybe wishful thinking on my part before everything goes black …

  Zane

  That was fucking explosive!

  I knew it would be like this from the very beginning. She’s finally mine in every way but name. One day, I’ll make her my wife when she’s ready to accept me completely without fear and without secrets between us. I have just one little secret that I’ve kept from her. It’s one that could break us and I can’t let that happen.

  Never.

  I can never lose her because I love her more than life itself and I know she loves me too. She’d never have given herself to me otherwise. It’s up to me to keep us together because apart is not an option. I’ve waited too long—she’s my redemption, my reward, my treasure, my world.

  My love.

  Always and forever.

  There’s a loud buzzing sound and it’s waking me up.

  What is that annoying noise and will someone please shut it up?

  Through my foggy thoughts I hear Zane answer. “‘Lo?”

  I guess it was the phone. I’m snuggling back into the bed to go back to sleep when—“Mornin,’ princess, your mommy is right here … I can’t wait to see you either … I love you too, honey.”

  When I hear this, I come wide awake. Oh my, it is early morning and Zane just answered a call from one of the girls. What are they going to think?

  I’m freaking out inside when he hands me the phone.

  “It’s Skylar, baby.”

  I take the phone and watch him get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I place the phone to my ear, taking a deep breath to calm myself down and start talking to my baby.

  “Hey, Peanut, how’s your mornin’?”

  “Hi, Momma! Why is Zane there with you early in the morning? Did he sleep over?” She sounds close to tears.

  “Yes, sweetie, he stayed here last night but if it’s gonna upset you, he won’t be doing it any more, okay?” I say, trying to reassure my daughter.

  “It’s not fair!” She cries out.

  “Oh, please don’t cry!” I exclaim, close to tears.

  This is how Zane finds me when he comes back. He takes me in his arms, silently asking what’s wrong. I whisper, “Skylar is crying because you answered the phone.” He holds me tighter. I don’t want to imagine not being in his arms but my daughters come first. If they don’t like him or the fact that he’s here with me, then I’m going to have to let him go. Just thinking about that hurts.

  “It’s not fair that Zane gets to be there when I’m not there! Why can’t he sleep over when I’m home? Why?!”

  “Skylar, what are you sayin’?” I ask, silently hoping that she means what I think she means.

  “Momma, I’m sayin’ I want to be there. Zane never spends the night when we’re there. I want to wake up and have him there. He gives me anything I want for breakfast and he takes me places—he takes me to get ice cream and other yummy stuff.”

  I let out a huge sigh of relief at her words. She’s not upset because
she doesn’t want him here; she’s upset because she wants to be here too. I send a silent prayer up above. Thank you, Lord.

  “Okay, we’ll talk about this later. How is everything, sweetie? Are you listenin’ to Nana and Papa? I miss you bunches.”

  “Of course I’m listenin,’ Momma. You know I’m a good listener. I have my room all to myself. Papa made hamburgers and cheesy fries for dinner last night. Yummy! Today, I’m goin’ ice skatin’ while Rylee is at camp. I’m havin’ lots of fun, Momma, but I miss you and I miss Zane too.”

  “I can’t wait till you get back, sweetie. I’m glad you’re having fun; just remember not to eat too much candy because you’ll get a tummy ache. I love you always and forever.”

  “I love you too, Momma. Give Zane a kiss for me, please,” she tells me.

  “Okay, I will,” I say, chuckling at my little girl. “I need to speak with your sister, is she there?”

  “RYLEE! MOMMA’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!”

  I pull the phone away from my ear. Skylar’s just about burst my eardrum. Zane just chuckles and kisses my forehead. I lean into him and savor his arms around me. I’ve missed this so much—being held first thing in the morning, feeling safe and that sense of belonging.

  “Bye, Momma. Here’s Rylee. Love you and Zane!” I hear her scuttle away as Rylee takes the phone.

  “Hey, Momma,” Rylee says. “I just heard that Zane’s there. Well, with Skylar’s lung capacity, everyone here knows that Zane is there and Josilyn’s on the phone with Mrs. Jackie, so within the next hour, the whole world will know he spent the night,” she says, laughing.

  “Great. I’m glad my love life is amusing and entertaining everyone,” I say sarcastically. “How are things goin’? Is Josilyn enjoyin’ the stay? Are you nervous about camp? Is Josilyn? Tell me everything!”