by Maddie Wade
“You fell asleep on my back as we rode,” he replied as he set her on her feet in his hallway.
“Oh,” she replied and looked around with new interest.
Zin followed her gaze and for the first time ever felt self-conscious about his home. Well, it wasn’t really a home, more of a crash pad. He had no family pictures, no toss cushions, or little knick-knacks. In fact, there was barely any evidence that he lived there, not a single piece of him was in this place. For the first time in his life, he yearned for a real home. His eyes came to rest on Celeste as she looked around.
“Is this your place?” she asked as she turned to grin at him before she started to walk towards the kitchen. He followed her, and his body started to betray him as he watched her ass swing in those sinful shorts she wore. He swallowed and bit back a groan as she stopped and bent to pick up a dishcloth that he had carelessly tossed on the side and must have slid to the floor.
“You know you’re kind of a slob,” she laughed as she threw the dishcloth at him making him jump sideways to avoid it.
“Hey,” he laughed as he grabbed for her, making her dodge sideways into the living room. Moving quickly, he ducked and put his shoulder in her tummy tossing her to the couch, landing on top of her with a thud. She squirmed and giggled as he tickled her until he suddenly became very aware of where he was and the position they were in. She must have come to the same conclusion at the same time as he did because she went silent and heat flooded her eyes.
He watched as breath heaved in and out of her and his eyes zeroed in on the tattoo that poked out from beneath the edge of her top that had ridden up exposing her flat stomach. He wanted to trace the line of it with his tongue and taste every inch of her until he knew every mark, every pattern, and every swirl that decorated her perfect body.
His eyes met hers, they had darkened to forest green with passion, her lids lowering hungrily. Her tongue swiped out and moistened her lower lip, and his control broke. His head descended, and he took her mouth in a bruising kiss. She opened for him and met him kiss for kiss, her passion shocking and stirring him.
The kiss on the night of Zack and Ava’s wedding was good, but here, nestled between the heat of her gorgeous, lush body as she writhed and pressed into him was pure unadulterated heaven. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled as she kissed him back almost desperately. God help him he wanted her so badly, just to feel her naked in his arms, to watch her face as he brought her to climax again and again.
His hand trailed down the soft skin of her throat as the other cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her closer as he nudged his straining cock against her hot heat, making her moan. “Pixie?” he asked on a question as he tore his mouth from hers.
“Please Zin,” she implored him, her voice husky with desire and he was gone.
Lowering his head, he kissed the arch of her neck, before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses towards her breasts. He sucked a peaked nipple into his mouth through the cotton of her top causing her to arch, pushing herself into him and offering herself up as a gift.
Her hands travelled down his back before landing on his ass and squeezing and grinding against his hard cock. He bucked against her heat as she ground against his rock-hard cock. God, she was going to kill him, and he didn’t give a shit. He would happily die this way or better yet buried in her wet heat.
His cock strained against his jeans as her heat enveloped him and he dry humped her like a fucking fourteen-year-old boy. Grasping the bottom of her top, he lifted it over her head and god, she was perfect. Her skin was soft, and the tattoos were sexy as fuck.
“God, I love your body,” he exclaimed as he looked at her in awe.
“I need to see you,” she replied as she tugged at his t-shirt. Sitting up he pulled her so that she was sitting astride him. Putting his arm over his head, he pulled off his shirt. Her hands were instantly on him, touching him everywhere and driving him insane with need.
This was a side of his Pixie that he had never seen, and fuck he liked it. In fact, he loved it. He kissed her again as his hands explored her torso, before unclipping the white lace bra she had on, allowing her breasts to spill free. Wrenching free he looked at her and a sudden shyness that he found endearing hit her, so she tried to cover herself.
“No!” he stated and grasped her hands, pulling them behind her and holding her wrists with one of his big ones. “Don’t hide from me. You’re fucking exquisite. I want to look at you.” He knew she was reading him when her cheeks reddened in a blush. He pulled back on her arms gently causing her gorgeous tits to thrust towards him. The tight buds of her nipples were like cherries ripe for only him.
He ran a finger over her collar-bone as she breathed heavily then leaning forward he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while keeping eye contact with her until she dropped her head back.
Fuck, she was perfection! Zin wanted to worship her slowly, but his dick had other ideas. Releasing her nipple with a pop. He smiled as she groaned in frustration.
“Patience Pixie,” he said huskily as he let her hands go before lifting her by her tiny waist and standing. Her legs came around him, and she kissed him feverishly as he half walked, half stumbled to his bedroom.
Placing her down on the soft cotton of his bed, which he had tidied that morning thank fuck, Zin came down on top of her as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Easy baby,” he cooed as he unsnapped the button on her denim shorts and eased them down her legs, leaving her in just a pair of white lace boy shorts.
His heart sped up as he looked at her and he felt like he would explode as he tried to calm his breathing and get his cock under control. Going to his knees, he shoved his hands underneath her ass and grasped the gorgeous globes that had driven him crazy for the last few months and squeezed gently. He was rewarded as she pumped her hips up looking for relief.
“Please Zin,” she moaned.
“What do you need Pixie?” he asked as he ran his nose along the seam of her underwear that were wet with her desire. She bucked again, and he growled.
“You. I need you to make me come,” she stated as she grabbed his hair and showed him where she wanted him.
“Your wish is my command Pixie,” he growled as he tore the shorts away with one swipe of his big hands. “I’ll buy you some new ones,” he stated with a sardonic grin before lashing her with his tongue, making her buck.
Fuck he was right she tasted like heaven. He couldn’t get enough of her as he speared her with his tongue and thrust a finger into her slick wet channel, Fuck so tight. She was going to squeeze the life out of his dick. He couldn’t wait much longer. Adding a second finger, he sucked on her clit and felt the first spasms of her release as she came hard around his fingers.
Raising his eyes, he watched as she let the climax take her with total beautiful, unashamed abandon and knew without any doubt that she was the one for him. Never in his life and he seen anything so breath-taking.
Crawling up her now pliant body, he kissed her hard. Celeste groaned as she tasted herself on his lips. Her hands grabbed at his fly, tugging at the buttons as she did.
“Fuck Pixie,” he groaned as she palmed his cock. “I need you.”
Her eyes came to his as she pulled away. “Then take me,” she whispered.
With lightning speed, he shed his jeans and boxers, and his cock sprang free. Her indrawn breath made his cock bob, and a pearl of pre-cum glistened on the end of his dick.
Grasping his cock, he pumped it as she watched with hooded eyes as she lay there naked on his bed like a fucking offering and he watched as her skin pinked with desire as she watched him stroke himself.
“Touch yourself,” he said gruffly, and she hesitantly slid a hand down her flat tummy and rubbed her clit, the motion made her moan and shake her head. “Squeeze your tits,” he continued and watched as her other hand moved to grab her breast and squeeze before tugging on the nipple. “Fucking beautiful,” he hissed as he stroked his cock harder.<
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“You best get down here and fuck me Zin, or I’m going solo,” she breathed.
Grabbing a condom from the drawer by his bed, he quickly sheathed himself and eased himself over her. “Maybe we can do that next time Pixie, but I’ve dreamt of this moment for too long to let you cheat me out of that stunning body.”
All talk stopped then as he slowly positioned himself at her opening and eased inside. She was so tight he almost went cross-eyed with pleasure. He looked at her to make sure she was still with him, and she nodded and grabbed his ass before lifting her hips and wrapping her legs around his waist. His control gone he pumped into her trying with everything he had to keep himself from hurting her and nearly losing the battle every time she gripped him with her core.
“I won’t break Zin. Please just fuck me harder,” she growled at him.
Lifting up he pumped into her harder and harder until he felt her clench around him and then he let go and came so hard his vision swam. Dropping his head, he kissed her gently as they both breathed hard from the exertion. “Did I hurt you?” he asked gently as he looked at her assessingly.
She shook her head languorously and smiled. “No, you were perfect. It was perfect.”
He returned it and dropped another kiss to her mouth as if he couldn’t stop kissing or touching her. Easing out, he smiled at her hiss of breath and went to quickly dispose of the condom.
Getting back into bed he pulled her back to his front and cradled her in his arms. A feeling of contentment that he had never felt before pulled at him but with it was a fear like he had never felt before. A fear that he could lose the woman who he had come to realise was his soul mate.
Chapter Twelve
Celeste was having the most amazing dream. It was one of her favourites that she’d had before. In the dream, she was wrapped in Zin’s arms, naked. Their legs were entwined, every inch of their bodies touching. Celeste wiggled her ass backwards towards dream Zin’s hardness.
Oh wow, this one felt so real, she swore she could smell his gorgeous spicy scent. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a palm skim her nipple and the heat of warm breath at her neck. Turning suddenly and dislodging the wandering hands, she came nose to nose with the man of her dreams and everything came flooding back in full technicolour.
“There’s my sleepy Pixie,” Zin said as he hauled her close to his front, tangling his big legs with hers.
“Hi,” she responded. Her tummy went squirmy, and her clit throbbed at the hungry look in his eyes.
“Hi,” he responded. “Now shall we start that again, Pixie?” he said as he leaned in close but stopping just before his lips touched hers. She could feel the sexual heat radiating from him and with the look in his eye, her inhibitions and any unresolved doubt vanished. A lopsided smile quirked her mouth as she moved the last centimetre and touched her mouth to his, oh so softly. A growl came from his throat as he flipped her onto her back and his body came down on hers. He kissed her long and deep. Her body started to tingle with need for him again.
Moving her hands over his powerful shoulders, she held on as his hand ran up her thigh and over her hip, before tracing the soft curve of her waist and teasing the underside of her now heavy aching breasts. She was so engrossed in what they were doing that she shrieked a blue streak when a woman’s voice came from the door.
“Oh gross, put some bloody clothes on, Zin. Fuck. I think I need therapy and some bleach for my eyes,” grumbled Roz from the door.
“What the fuck Roz?” Zin exclaimed as he rolled off Celeste and pulled the covers over them both. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?”
Roz leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed and a superior knowing smile on her face. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Celeste was going to die. The Watchers wouldn’t need to blow her up, she would just die of embarrassment right here.
“Nice hickey, Celeste,” Roz said and laughed as Zin hurled a pillow at her.
“Get the fuck out of here, or I swear I don’t give the first fuck if you’re my sister, I’m going to fucking shoot you,” he bellowed loud enough to wake the street.
“Okay, okay,” she said backing away, hands up in surrender, a laugh playing on her lips. “God, you’re meant to be relaxed after a good fucking, not all het up.”
She didn’t finish that sentence because Zin opened his bedside drawer and took out a big ass gun and yelled, “OUT!”
They heard laughing as the door closed behind Roz.
“I do need to talk to you though, and it’s important,” they heard her call from the living room direction.
Celeste couldn’t help it she started to giggle uncontrollably. Falling back to the bed she saw the incredulous expression on Zin’s face.
“What is so funny Pixie?” he asked as he watched her with a grin twitching his own face.
“Oh, you know, just getting caught with our pants down by your sister. I figured laugh or die of embarrassment. Better than being blown up.” She laughed some more and before she knew it her laughter had turned to sobs.
“Oh Pixie,” he said as he dragged her across his lap and held her tight while she cried. “I won’t let you die, of embarrassment or anything else. Now I’ve found you, nobody is taking you away from me, not even god himself,” he vowed.
Celeste looked up in astonishment. Her eyes must be red, and she surely looked a sight, but she didn’t care. Her hand came out, and she stroked Zin’s strong stubble covered jaw reverently. God, he had so much love to give and was one of the kindest, most honourable men she had ever met, and she loved him with every fibre of her being yet couldn’t tell him. Not until her future was certain. So, she gave him what she could. “You are the very best person I know Zin. Don’t ever believe differently. Light shines from you.”
He shook his head. “No, Pixie. I’m broken inside. At least, I was until you. You see something nobody else does. You’re the beautiful butterfly that turns my ugly into beauty. At least in your eyes. But you are the true light.” He held her eyes as if trying to communicate his true feelings, the ones he couldn’t put into words, but he needn’t have bothered, she read every thought he had.
She touched a finger-tip to his mouth and then kissed him softly.
A loud banging on the door startled them both. “Shake a leg love birds, I have asses to kick, and people to torture,” his sister shouted from outside the door.
They both laughed then, and Zin released her after a gentle squeeze. “Get dressed Pixie,’ he said, and she watched his fine ass as he pulled on some jeans and walked to the door. He turned and winked as he did, and her heart did a somersault. Fuck, but he was gorgeous!
Lying back on the bed she pulled his pillow to her and inhaled his scent and grinned. Oh yes, she needed to live now and fight for her future. A future that just might be everything she had ever wanted. Sitting up she got decided a shower was in order as she rushed through that she thought of the woman from her house who had shot at Drew and frowned. What was her story? Shrugging she shampooed her hair and thought of all the ways she could help thwart the Watchers.
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Zin walked into the living room, throwing a t-shirt over his head, and stopped, hands on his hips to glare at Roz. She sneered at him then, her eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Really, baby brother? Do you honestly think that scary assed look works on me?”
He shook his head and sighed then walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Throwing back a pint of ice-cold water he turned to see she had followed him.
“What’s going on Roz? You’ve never done this before, why now?”
He saw pain flash through her face before it was quickly quelled. “I needed to talk to you, and it couldn’t wait. I did knock, but the screaming orgasms drowned me out. So, I left and came back. As it was quiet I figured you were asleep, but I needed to be sure you were both okay,” she said cryptically.
“Why wouldn’t we be okay?” he asked carefully.
“You
have a tail,” she answered.
He shook his head as he watched her carefully. “No, I have two. The one I guess is the Watchers, the other is you!” he stated and watched her frown.
“No way you made me,” she said as she took the cigarette from behind her ear and started twirling it in her fingers.
He didn’t like this, Roz was always sure of herself but, lately, he felt something was seriously off with her. More gently he said, “No I never made you, I just felt you were there. Like I did when we were kids, and I needed you.”
She nodded and tucked the cigarette back behind her ear. “You want me to get rid of them?” she asked as her control slipped back into place.
He shook his head as he heard the bedroom door open. “No, continue watching them watching us. That way we can figure out what they know and what they want.”
Roz nodded and twisted to watch Celeste come in the kitchen, her hair wet from the shower she must have taken.
Zin lifted his arm, and she instantly went to him, curling into the space between his torso and shoulder as if she had always belonged there. Zin smiled and thought perhaps she always had he just hadn’t realised it until it was almost too late.
“So, we gonna have to do the birds and the bees talk baby bro?” Roz asked. “Or do you want me to go with the overbearing older sister?” she said and cracked her knuckles.
“You won’t scare me off, Roz,” his Pixie said hotly, and he felt her stiffen angrily against him.
He smiled and kissed her on the top of her head, giving her gentle squeeze. “She’s messing with you Pixie,” he stated.
“No, I’m not—,”
“No, she’s not—,” both women replied at the same time, and he blinked in confusion and watched the two women eye each other for a long second before Roz nodded.
“We understand each other don’t we Pixie?” Roz said, and he felt Celeste nod.
Zin offered Celeste and Roz a drink which they both accepted, and they returned to the living room. Zin plopped down in the chair. As Celeste went to walk past, he pulled her down onto his lap.
