Spin (The Indigo Lounge Series)

by Zara Cox

  I shake my head. “You’re out of that ghastly place, that’s all that matters. But you moved heaven and earth to get back to me, and I don’t want you to overdo it.”

  “Christ, don’t you know that not fucking you is what will do me in?” he demands gruffly.

  I fight hard not to waver. When he sees my resolute expression, he grimaces and redirects my hand to his steel-hard cock. I can’t help but grip his thickness, and he groans long and deep. “Please, baby. Don’t leave me like this.”

  My heart trips over itself. “I can...I can blow you...” I blush fiercely as my words trial off.

  His grin is wicked, but frustrated. “I’ve dreamed of coming inside you every night for the last three months. I adore your mouth, but there’s no way in hell I’m blowing my load anywhere but in that tight pussy of yours.” He sighs and rests his forehead on mine. “What do you want me to do?” he finally growls.

  “Just rest during the flight. Please, for my peace of mind?”

  “Fine, I will, but you need to do something for me, too.” He adjusts his head until his mouth hovers over mine.

  I brush my lips against his, and revel in his tight shudder. “Anything.”

  “You keep that dress on, but the panties come off and you sit on my face. Let me eat your pussy and make you come. Then I’ll rest.”

  As deals go, it’s a jaw-droppingly awesome one. But I’ve just asked my husband to wait for our first fuck as man and wife. And while my pussy screams with joy at the thought of what Zach has in mind, I can’t help but feel selfish.

  Zach catches my chin in his hand, and that ruthless expression I’m more than familiar with is stamped on his face. “That’s the deal on the table, baby. We fuck, or I eat you out. Which is it to be?”

  I purse my lips, but inside I’m cartwheeling with insane excitement. I kick off my shoes and start to lift the hem of my wedding gown, but he shakes his head.

  “Turn around. Let me see that ass I own.”

  I obey, and ruck up my silk Versace gown. I know the moment he sees the indigo-colored lace because he curses hard. “Fuck, Peaches. I’m going to fuck you raw in the ass for what you’re doing to me. You hear me?”

  My nod is shaky as I lower my panties.

  He tugs them from my hand and slips them into his pocket. “Get on the fucking bed. Now.”

  I hurry to the bed and kneel on one side. He slips off his belt, but leaves his slacks and half-unbuttoned shirt on.

  Ferocious grey eyes trap mine as he gets on the bed and lounges back against the pillows. “Get up here. Lift your dress and show me that sweet cunt.”

  Trembling from head to toe, I do as my husband wants and plant my feet on either side of his shoulders. Then I slowly gather the folds of my wedding gown until it’s bunched up around my waist and I’m totally exposed to Zach’s electric gaze.

  “Fuck. Jesus Christ!”

  I groan at the raw need in his voice, and I almost waver in my plan not to let him fuck my brains out just yet.

  But one look at this face shows his white-mouthed strain, and I hesitate. “Zach...” I’ll never be able to live with myself if anything happens to him because I’ve been too greedy.

  He locks his hands on my stockinged thighs to stop any idea of flight. “Give me what I want, Bethany,” he growls.

  Since it’s what I want more than I want to breath, I give in and lower myself onto his waiting mouth.

  A scream rips through me at the first touch of his clever tongue on my clit. He flicks and sucks me into his mouth with an expertise that hasn’t waned one iota in his absence. Stars explode across my vision as Zach fucks me with his tongue and laps up the wetness he creates.

  He groans his encouragement with each wave of pleasure that rolls through me. I’ve been so long without him, that it’s barely minutes before I crest the wave of ecstasy.

  “Oh God!” My hips jerk against him.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you taste like fucking heaven. Come for me.”

  That’s all I need to slide my fingers into his hair and ride his face. I come hard with a scream I’m sure echoes through the airplane.

  Zach licks every single drop, then pets me with his tongue, before he releases me.

  I collapse against him, careful not to jar his body too much. He grimaces and pulls me hard into him, both arms imprisoning me against his hot frame as he kisses me hard. “I’m not a fragile baby, but I don’t want to worry you. So if you want me to behave, close your eyes and go to sleep.”

  I refrain from telling him he’s the one who’s supposed to be resting. I place a kiss on his shadowed jaw, instead. “I love you, Zach.”

  “I love you, wife. Now sleep.”

  Zach

  I wake up a new man.

  As much as I hated being denied the chance to fuck Bethany at the first opportunity, I can’t deny she was right. My cracked ribs are still sore as hell, but the exhaustion that has weighted me down since I woke up in the prison infirmary is gone by the time we land in ‘Cisco.

  Bethany sees the reenergized me the moment she wakes. Anticipation fills her gorgeous eyes and her breathing changes. I barely stop myself from parting her thighs and plunging into her tight cunt then and there on the runway as the plane powers down.

  But I’ve waited this long, and I want to do this right.

  So I keep my granite-hard cock in my pants and we disembark and head home.

  All bets are off the moment the limo drops us off at the house. I snatch her up and walk her over the threshold, then tell the staff who’ve waited to congratulate us on our nuptials to get lost.

  The minute they scatter, I set my wife down and cup her face in my hands. Her lips taste like the sweetest, most potent ambrosia. I can’t get enough of kissing her. Of loving her.

  “Show me how to take this dress off.”

  She shivers and raises her arms to point at the zipper. I catch and lower it, and her dress pools on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her heels, stockings and bra.

  I’m struck dumb at the sight of her. This body I nearly killed to protect has grown even more breathtaking in my absence, and my chest fills with the depth of the feeling moving through me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  A blush stains her cheeks, and I can’t help it, I fall more in love with Bethany Savage. I swing her in my arms and take her upstairs to our bedroom. I undress us and can barely breathe when I have her underneath me, her gorgeous eyes shining with a love whose depths I cannot fathom.

  Her fingers drift over my jaw to my mouth, and I kiss her fingertips. “I love you, Bethany. So fucking much. Thank you for being mine.”

  I thrust inside her and revel in the bliss that washes her face.

  “I love you, too. Welcome home, Zach.”

  Words fail me at how tight, how hot and welcoming she is. I fuck her slow, intending to make this last. But her keening cries and fevered gasps set me on fire. When her legs dig into the back of my thighs, I piston harder. Delirium rolls over me.

  “Jesus, I love fucking you. I can never get enough of you,” I groan.

  She tightens around me, holds my cock in a silk-hot fist. “More, Zach. Please...fuck me harder.”

  I don’t quibble. I give my wife what she wants and catch her when she unravels in my arms.

  Then I bury my face in her neck and fill her with everything that I am.

  When our breaths quieten, I kiss her soft cheek and pull her to me. “One day soon, Bethany Savage, I’m going to put my baby inside of you.”

  Her breath catches, and I glance down at her. Joy radiates from her face, and I feel its echo in my heart. “One day soon, Zach Savage, I’d love nothing more than to be the mother of your child.”

  I’m a fucking sap after that.

  She kisses me and my tears seep between our lips. I’m not embarrassed one little bit.

  I’m fucking home.

  EPILOGUE

  Love & Joy & Hope Floats

  “Y
ou ready?”

  “I was ready five minutes ago, before you put this blindfold on me. I’ve been ready to find out what this secret project is all about to since the first time you ran off to Connecticut with Mason.”

  The hands that are guiding me to God knows where tighten around my waist. I feel Zach’s heat as he presses against my ass. “You sassing me, Mrs. Savage?” he growls in my ear.

  With my vision non-existent, I hear every deep, sexy nuance. Whatever he’s about to reveal to me, Zach is excited about it. Possibly more excited than I am. And I’m plenty excited.

  “Yes. Just get on with it, Savage. I can’t take the suspense anymore.”

  “Sure you can. I’ve schooled you well in delayed gratification. You’ll have to wait until I’m ready to give you your present.”

  “Delayed gratification is great. But you know I don’t do well with prolonged starvation.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek when he smacks my ass. “Enough with the lip. Just a few more steps and you’ll find out why I didn’t recommend breakfast before this.”

  He nudges me forward and my bare feet sink onto leather cushioned softness. My breath catches a little as I reach out in front of me. But there’s only air, and the smell of leather.

  “Are you ready for the greatest experience of your life?”

  “Meeting you was the greatest experience. Falling in love with you, marrying you...all my greatest experiences.”

  “Is that right?” Zach drawls. “I see you left out your new ex-con-loving fetish.”

  My breath hitches some more. “I was happy to leave that in our past. You bought me the jumpsuit.”

  “Only because I noticed how extra wet you got when you went to town on me that day in prison.”

  “I was crazy desperate for you.”

  “And I appreciated the effort.”

  We laugh as he nudges me another step.

  We can talk about some parts of Zach’s experience with ease, now that time has passed. And with Dillon behind bars for attempted murder, there is a definitive line drawn that has helped us move on.

  In a bid to seize life even harder, we took a month off to enjoy our honeymoon. Zach’s new Indigo Lounge venture—a fleet of converted submarines—was our first adventure after we threw a party for our friends in Bora Bora.

  Every week since I became Mrs. Savage, Zach surprises me with a gift. Flowers on my desk when I get into work, yellow diamonds before we leave for a Broadway show, or a trio of cycle couriers riding past my office building with a banner that proclaims Zach Loves His Peaches, has become the norm.

  We’re carpe diem-ing the fuck of out of life, and I thank the cosmos every day for having been given another chance at happiness with my soul mate.

  A soul mate who’s gone silent...somewhere behind my right shoulder.

  “Zach?”

  “Take off the dressing gown,” he commands.

  Excitement curling through me, I release the belt and let the gown I donned to leave our suite, fall. The cotton brushes my feet and ankles as he picks it up and disposes of it.

  In the silence I hear the hum of the jet engines. We boarded an Indigo Lounge plane three hours ago, destination New Zealand. Zach, Mason and Noah are exploring a Lord of the Rings themed lounge, so we’re combining our vacation with a business trip. I haven’t caught sight of the other two couples since we took off, and I’m guessing I won’t for a while.

  “Hold out your left arm.”

  I obey and a harness-like band slips over my wrist. “These aren’t restraints. They’re just to keep you steady for a while, okay?”

  I nod. My ears pick up the sound of rustling clothes and I guess Zach is undressing too. After a few seconds, his arm snags my waist. His lips touch mine in a brief kiss, then he whispers, “Brace yourself.”

  I brace. But nothing prepares me for the sensation of my whole body suddenly becoming weightless. “Ah!”

  My arms flail as the instinct to grab for stability sends us head over heels.

  “Easy.” Zach’s arm tightens around me.

  “Oh, my God, what’s happening?” I breathe in wonder, after a few seconds.

  “You’re floating. I’m going to let you go. Every surface is cushioned so there’s nothing to harm you, but try not to move too suddenly, okay?”

  “Okay,” I whisper. “Wow.”

  Zach slowly releases me and the sensation is even more incredible. I tentatively spread my arms and it’s like I’m made of air. I feel a soft rush of air as Zach floats above me. I reach out slowly and my fingers graze his pecs. He’s gone a second later, but I sense him close by.

  I feel a tug at my back, followed by my bra loosened and pulled from my body.

  Warm air caresses my nipples, and they peak immediately. I lift my hands above my head and perform the shallowest of dives.

  “Fuck. That’s sexy.”

  “How big is this place?”

  “Big enough.”

  Fingers trace my spine as I ‘swim’ past. They hook in my panties and the contrary momentum helps them slide off.

  My head bumps against a padded cushion and I laugh and readjust my trajectory.

  “Enjoying yourself, baby?”

  “I’m naked and I’m flying. What could be better?”

  “Hmm...getting fucked in zero gravity?”

  I gasp.

  “Take the blindfold off, Peaches.”

  I remove the black silk cloth and take in my surroundings. The space is size of our bedroom, the custom-made indigo padding interspersed with gold running lights. The harness that Zach had me use is one of half a dozen that dangle from the ceiling. Also set into the floor along the wall are black gravity boots.

  “You like your surprise, baby?”

  I look at him. He’s grinning with unabashed pride, and I silently admit that nothing can truly top this. “I love my surprise. It’s incredible, Zach. I don’t think I have enough brownie points to give you for this.”

  He flows gracefully toward me and pulls me close. Our legs entwine and we perform a beautiful somersault. “I’m sure we can come up with a different form of payment.”

  I trace my fingers over his sensual mouth. “What do you have in mind?”

  Fierce grey eyes lock with mine. “Let’s make a baby.”

  ***

  “Zach? Where are you?”

  “In here.”

  I smile at the carefully pitched tone as I make my way down the hallway of our San Francisco home, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floors.

  I pause in the doorway of our bedroom and my hunch proves right. Zach is in ‘storytelling’ mode, and Cameron, our son is as wide-eyed as ever, his eyes locked with his father’s.

  “So I said to her, let’s make a baby. And nine months later, boom, you landed.” He holds up his hand. “Come on. Don’t leave me hanging, buddy.”

  Let’s make a baby...

  It’s exactly twelve months to the day that I heard those magical, daunting words. And while I knew the ride would be just as exhilarating as everything is with my husband, not even in my wildest dreams did I think Zachary Savage would knock my up at first try. Especially since I let my contraceptive shot lapse only days before.

  I shouldn’t have been surprised. He told me I was pregnant before we left the zero gravity chamber. A pregnancy test twenty-four hours later proved it.

  I walk slowly into the room, my heart bursting with so much love, tears prickle my eyes.

  “Peaches?”

  “I’m fine,” I reassure him before I bend to kiss our son’s head. He kicks his plump feet, impatient for the sound of his father’s voice. “I hope your stories are PG-rated.”

  “Depends on my audience.”

  I laugh and his eyes darken as we stare at each other. “I love you,” I murmur.

  He nods. “I worship you. And I love you very much, too.”

  I stare down at Cameron. His shock of black hair already has an arrogant curl like his father’s and eyes
that were blue at birth are now turning an intense slate grey. The Savage gene is slowly setting its seal on my baby. “I don’t think I can be happier than I am right now.”

  “I bet I can make you happier.”

  I look up from my gorgeous angel’s eyes to meet another set of eyes. “Yeah. How?”

  “Let’s make another baby.”

  He goes to work a few hours later.

  We welcome Nicole India Savage into our lives nine months later.

  The End

  Dear Reader,

  It’s always sad when a series comes to an end. But I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the INDIGO LOUNGE SERIES! And two years and six books later, I’m still stunned by the love you’ve shown to these characters! You, my readers, are the reason this journey is so beautiful, so THANK YOU!

  I also hope you enjoyed one final glimpse into the lives of Zach and Bethany and the bumpy road leading to their wedding day. This book was designed to be read as a standalone, but to get a fuller, hotter helping of the sex god that is Zachary Savage and his lovely, feisty Peaches, you’ll need to read HIGH and HIGHER!

  Other characters from the INDIGO LOUNGE SERIES make an appearance in SPIN. For Noah King and Leia Michael’s story, you’ll need SPIRAL and SOAR. For Keely and Mason’s story, read FREEFALL

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  (INDIGO LOUNGE BOOK 1)

  Chapter One

  The first thing Bethany Green saw when she opened her mailbox on Friday evening was the indigo-colored envelope. Against the rest of the junkmail and bills, it stood out like an exotic jewel in the dust.