When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  We just need to survive this, I tell myself decisively. If me and Leah can get through this then I know we can get through anything. It’s us against the world, and I sure as hell don’t mind having her on my team.

  Chapter Twenty Nine – Leah

  It feels weird, waking up in Zane’s home. All the time that we’ve spent hanging out together we haven’t actually spent a night. I wish I could be excited about it, especially since we finally declared that we love one another last night, which is a huge deal for the pair of us. I don’t know about Zane but I haven’t ever said that before. The only problem is all the circumstances surrounding us makes it so very wrong.

  Brandon’s face flickers through my mind, so does my mom’s. It’s a shame that they can’t just let me be.

  “Morning, beautiful,” Zane says with a smiling tone as he turns to face me. His whole expression lights up, at least someone is happy to see me! “You look especially lovely this morning. How are you feeling?”

  I run my finger down his cheek, loving every inch of his gorgeous, striking face. I do feel bad, I can’t hide that, but this is someone that I’ve been in love with forever. This is so right for me.

  “Did you carry me into bed last night?” I ask. “All I remember is drifting off to sleep on the couch?”

  “I sure did. I couldn’t let you sleep out there, the couch is too small and uncomfortable. You would have woken up with a real crick in your neck. I don’t want you to go to work like that.”

  “Well, luckily for me I don’t have work today, but it would’ve been uncomfortable to do my college stuff.”

  He loops his arms around my back and pulls me up on top of him. With the sheer strength in Zane’s body, it’s almost as if I weigh nothing. I giggle and rest my head against his, basking in the good feeling he gives me. As always, when it’s just me and Zane it’s so easy to forget that the rest of the world even exists.

  “You’re so caring, aren’t you?” I tell him teasingly. “It’s very sweet of you.”

  I lean my lips down and press them against Zane’s, enjoying the delicious sparkles that ignite in my stomach. We’ve been doing this for a while now, but it still always feels like the very first time. The amount of excitement that races through my system is just too much. Especially when he deepens the kiss and he darts his warm, rough tongue into my mouth. There’s something intense about Zane’s kisses, it’s absolutely off the scale.

  As the pulsing in my panties intensifies, a cheeky idea slides into my brain, and since I’m already in the right position for it, I push myself downwards. I move my kisses from Zane’s mouth, down to his neck, then over his collar bone. He hasn’t worn anything on his top to bed so it means I can trace my lips all over his strong, masculine chest. His muscles make me feel safe and protected, the hardness of his pecs leaves me soft and delicate. There’s a real contrast between us, and every time that’s highlighted it feels really special. We’re a true case of opposites attract, but at the same time I still have a whole lot in common with him. More so than Patrick.

  Zane begins to gasp and grunt as my mouth brushes against the bottom of his abdomen, touching the highly sensitive area below his belly button, brushing my mouth over the trail of soft and delicate hairs that lay there. I glance up to watch him fling his arms over his head to place on the pillow as desire gets the better of him. It’s so amazing to see him all unhinged like this, I adore making Zane lose control. It’s something that doesn’t happen much, which is why that’s the exact moment I dip one of my hands into his loose fitting boxers.

  His erection springs to attention in front of me, almost twitching with anticipation. He’s so hard it’s like steel which makes my mouth water. He’s got a real masculine scent of sweet and salt and I can’t wait for a taste. I dip my head down low, inhaling him deeply before finally I press my lips against him. I give his cock a chaste kiss, only lightly touching him, but it’s enough to have Zane’s hips bucking towards me, wanting more.

  “Oh, fucking hell,” he grunts gutturally. “Fucking hell, Leah.”

  I continue to give him butterfly kisses all over his shaft, moving my mouth up and down at a rapid pace. Even when I’m not kissing him, my breath is racing all over him, making him tremble. My hands are wrapped around his thick thighs and I can feel the intense tension within them. I’m sending him insane.

  Then, just to make things worse, I bring my tongue into the mix, flicking little licks over him like he’s a damn delicious lollipop. I drink up all the excited perspiration that dis over him, making myself more excited as I do. It isn’t until I feel like he really can’t take it anymore, that I finally part my lips and I wrap my mouth tightly around him. I suck on the end, sliding my tongue over his most sensitive part, before I slide him down as far to the back of my throat as I can manage. He’s so big that he stretches my mouth a little, but he tastes so good that I really don’t care. He feels good there, I freaking love it, especially as his hands get knotted up in my hair the moment he starts to lose control. I pick up the speed, pumping my mouth up and down him, pushing him towards the edge and as his cock begins to really twitch in my mouth I know that I’m close. Any minute now I’ll get a real taste of his pleasure, and I cannot wait. I want to know everything about him…

  “Oh shit, Leah!” He fills my mouth with his seed, making my heart explode with joy. His whole body fills with an intense tension, then deflates as his cum drips from my lips. His taste is wonderful, it’s a side of him that I haven’t explored before and it leaves me wanting more. I want to know everything about him. “Oh my God, that feels amazing.” He leans up to kiss the top of my head. “Leah, you are everything. Oh my God.”

  I swallow him down without hesitation. Feeling a part of the man I love sliding down my throat makes my heart race faster. I love the taste as well, which is just further proof that me and him are meant to be.

  “Now,” Zane declares with a cheeky smile. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” He grabs hold of me and flings me into the air over his shoulder. I laugh and squeal, playfully trying to push him off but to absolutely no avail. Zane carries me through the apartment to the bathroom where he brings his shower to life. “I think we need to clean you off, dirty girl? Don’t you? I think what you need is a nice, warm shower.”

  Of course, I protest but I don’t get anywhere. Not that I really mind. Maybe if this was something I genuinely didn’t want to do I’d fight a little harder, but I’m interested to see where he’s going with this. Once he deems the water hot enough, he places me under it with absolutely no care for the clothing on my body.

  “Oh my God!” I yell with shrieking laughter. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

  “Unless you want your clothes to get any wetter, then I suggest that you strip.”

  I can hear the challenge in his tone, and I can’t help wanting to rise to it. With Zane, I feel confident enough to do anything, and that includes peeling my clothing off while he watches me with those intense, dark eyes of his, with the warm water of the shower racing over me. I don’t leave his eyes the entire time, I love watching his expression contort as more and more of my body is revealed to him.

  “Fucking hell, girl, you are too hot for words,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

  But those words are incorrect. It seems that he does know after all. He pushes me back against the wall of the shower and nudges my legs apart to get himself in the middle. Then, while he kisses me hard he hooks one of his hands under my legs and he places my foot back against the wall too. The wall is cold, but steamed up from the water, and I’m all steamed up too. Zane has me completely worked up into a frenzy already. I don’t really know what’s about to happen here, and that’s exciting and scary all at once. As always, I’m on edge.

  “Time for my revenge, I think,” he tells me with a grin before he slides to his knees. The water rushes over his face, probably making it really difficult for him to see, but Zane doesn’t seem
to care. He’s got a mission in mind and he’ll do whatever he can to make it happen. “Time to drive you wild as well.”

  My heart thunders as he grabs my leg again, only this time to toss it over his shoulder, leaving me cold and exposed, and completely vulnerable to him. I flatten my palms against the wall behind me needing something to hold on to while he plunges his fingers into me. He massages my insides with his hand while his tongue clamps down onto my clit, absolutely flooding my body with sensations. I’m on fire, so hyper sensitive that even the jets of water from the shower are sending me wild. I feel like every single part of my body has become an erogenous zone. I don’t even know where the pleasure ends and begins, it’s all over me.

  “Oh my God, Zane.” The orgasm hits me hard, there’s something about this one that’s doubly intense. I feel like I’ve been shattered. I scrabble with the wall behind me but there isn’t really anything there, and my knees are buckling under the weight of the pleasure. Luckily, my thigh is over Zane’s shoulder or I would be a heap on the ground already. I’d slide on the soaking wet shower floor and let the water cover me totally.

  My head spins with hot bliss, my whole body lights up with it, and I can feel a powerful love filling my chest at the same time. We really are united now, me and Zane are in love and in the for the long haul, and that security makes it that much better. I can fully succumb to the desire, knowing that it’s going to lead somewhere.

  For a while, once my body is drained of energy, Zane rises to his feel and he holds me. We stand under the jets, embracing one another in a loving hug. I rest my head against Zane’s chest, enjoying the thumps of his heart beat. Each one of them feels like it’s for me, and that makes me the luckiest woman alive.

  Now, we just need everyone else to see why this is the perfect union. I have to find a way to make it all okay again. I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.

  “I’m going to make us some breakfast,” Zane finally announces pulling away. “We both have a lot to do today and I want to make sure that we’re well fed. Do you want some coffee as well?”

  Even those words fill me with love, he’s really so kind and caring, he really does look after me in a way that is truly special. I don’t intend to ever let him go., no matter what.

  “Thank you, that sounds amazing. I’ll just wash my hair and then I’ll be out.”

  Chapter Thirty – Zane

  I’ve been thinking about doing this for the last few days, but now that I’m actually here it’s a little weird. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing after all. The nerves that race through my body suggest that actually I might be a little crazy, but there’s a rational voice in my head telling me that I need to at least try.

  Family means something, I remind myself. It’s important and if I can make things right then maybe Leah can too. She might not show it a lot, but it’s still hurting her. I know she wants her brother and mom back.

  I park my motorbike up in the driveway, like I’ve done a million times before, and I walk towards the front door. As I go, it hits me how huge this place it. That’s something that I’ve always known, but since I’ve been in my no fuss, easy to run because it’s so small, apartment, I’m reminded just how massive it is. Huge and cold, a pointless size for just two people. This is just my father, wanting to show off his wealth as usual.

  My trembling fist reaches up and I go to knock on the door, but before I do, I remember that I used to live here and walking in and out was second nature to me. That time might be long gone, but it’s still a part of me. I shouldn’t have to knock to go inside. Instead, I twist the knob and I just walk in. I know that my father always has a million and one security features activated, but when he isn’t home and it’s just Mom she doesn’t bother.

  Today, it’s only her that I want to talk to. I may move on to him at some point but this will take baby steps. I’ve text her and arranged to come and see her when she’s home alone so we can actually talk properly.

  “Hello?” I call out, listening to my voice echo. “Mom, are you here?”

  For one horrible second, I wonder if Dad has found out about us meeting and he’s done something to put a stop to it. Since he hasn’t done a damn thing to reach out to me since I left all that time ago, I have to assume that he’s still too furious because I’ve defied him and embarrassed him all at once. He must know about my bike shop, people have been talking about it, but clearly, he doesn’t care. My life means nothing to him.

  I don’t even want to know how he would react to me being here without his explicit permission. It wouldn’t be a pretty sight. He’d probably be a real dick and call the cops on me for trespassing or something.

  “Zane?” Mom calls back, sounding far too relaxed for Dad to be here, thank God. “I’m in the living room.”

  As I walk into the room, I find her perched on the edge of the couch as if she’s feeling really uneasy. She twists her neck to look at me, and I’m struck by how wet her eyes are. Me and Dad have been so busy pushing one another around and trying to be the alpha male that we haven’t thought about what it’s doing to Mom. I made the internal decision that she’s weak and I stubbornly stuck to it for no reason at all.

  “Hi, Mom.” I try to swallow back my guilt. “Thank you for seeing me today.”

  “Oh, Zane, you don’t need to be so formal. You’re my son. You know that I’ll see you whenever I can.”

  I nod slowly, letting this wash over me while I take a seat. It’s time to really man up and admit that I’ve been at fault. “I’m sorry, Mom. I know that I’ve acted like a dick. I just wanted to do what I want with my life. I guess I got so caught up in the argument with Dad that I forgot to talk to you about it all.”

  A little weight lifts off my chest, one that I didn’t even know that I was carrying. It’s as if there have been rocks piled up around my heart, and by being a little bit humble, they are starting to crack.

  “Zane, I know that you never wanted to do the medical course, and I tried to tell your father as much. But you know how stubborn he can be, you’re very much like him actually.” Usually, a statement like that would cause me to fly off the handle, but today I’m listening to it in a mature way. I know that really, she’s right. “He has always wanted what’s best for you and it scares him to see you throwing your life away…”

  “But I’m not, Mom,” I interject to defend myself. “I’m doing quite well for myself.”

  “Trust me.” A small smile creeps up onto her lips. “I know, I’ve heard. And I can see that this is what you want. I know that you’re doing what you want to do and I’m sure it’s making you happy. Your father… he just sees success as money. That’s always been his way, and that’s because he came from nothing.”

  “He did?” This is something that I haven’t heard before. To be honest, I’ve never really thought about it.

  “Oh yes. One of his siblings actually died because his family didn’t have health insurance and they couldn’t afford medical treatment. His older brother, Edward. He always tells me that was the day that he decided to make a better life for himself. His family too, he always sends them money to keep them afloat.”

  I’m blown away. I can start to see both of my parents in a different light. Dad has always carried this burden on his shoulders and that’s why he’s pushed me so hard. That’s probably why he persuaded me into the medical field myself. And Mom isn’t weak. She has enough inner strength to take all of this information on, and to deal with two very stubborn men. Maybe I should’ve asked before ploughing forward with my own assumptions.

  “Oh, wow, I didn’t know that,” I confess, shock obvious in my voice. “That’s… well, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, I always just got so wrapped up in what I wanted to do, I didn’t think about it.”

  Mom leans forwards and she takes my hands in hers. “Your dad might not show it, but he is proud of you. He talks to me about what you’ve done all the time, and he’s really impressed.
”

  “He is?” I can’t help asking, this is all so overwhelming. “Are you serious?”

  Mom purses her lips thoughtfully. “You know, your father has a trust fund for you and he’s just waiting for the right moment to give you access to it. He just said to me last week after he came to see your store…”

  “What?” I interrupt with shock. “I didn’t see him.”

  Mom looks amused by this. “No, I think not. I’m sure that he hid from you because he’s stubborn, remember? He will have justified it to himself, saying that you don’t want to see him either. Anyway, he did come to see it, and he said that it looks really good. He told me that when you come home and want to make up, you can have it. He wants to give you the best start in life and now he knows that he can make sure that happens.”

  “Trust fund?” I’ve honestly never cared for money, this is all so strange. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I am. And if you spend it right, it’ll set you up for life, with your business and with your home.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Because there’s just over one million dollars in it.”

  One million dollars… woah. That status almost blows me away completely. It’s a life changing sum that could actually change everything for me. I could grow my business so much faster, I could become something real, but there’s no way I could accept it without seeing my father first. I suppose I need to make it right.