by April Lust
I shivered, reaching out for him and pulling him on the bed. At once, Zane’s body was on mine. Our lips found each other and kissed and bit and sucked as our bodies tangled on top of the silk sheets. Zane’s hands were big but soft — I could tell he didn’t work with his hands for a living — and feeling his fingers run down the sides of my body was an incredible sensation. The throbbing in my pussy only increased when Zane slipped a finger between my legs and casually flicked at my clit until I cried out.
“Oh, my God, Zane,” I said in a breathy voice. “Please, please don’t stop touching me.”
He looked at me with a wry grin on his face. “What did I say about not talking?”
I felt a hot blush spread over my cheeks and I obediently closed my lips. Zane nudged me down on the bed and spread my legs with his hands, tracing light patterns over the delicate insides of my thighs until I was dying to let out a sound. I gasped as he slid a finger inside my pussy and wriggled it around. I blushed hotly at the cries coming from my own mouth. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I never wanted it to stop. A faint sweat broke out over my skin as the delicious sensations shot through my body. Zane was a master of women, a master of my anatomy, and he was doing things to me I’d never even dreamed of. Before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching down and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him on top of me.
He shook his head. “Baby, I want you on top,” he said gruffly. “I wanna see those magnificent tits swinging over my head.”
I blushed brighter red than I ever thought possible. Zane lay down on his back and I scrambled up and straddled him. The head of his cock was rubbing against me and driving me wild. He was so big that I could feel him stretching me apart before he was even inside of me. He looked up at me with a lazy grin of pleasure on his face. When I finally guided his cock inside of me and let out an ecstatic moan, Zane closed his eyes and groaned. He rocked his hips up towards me and thrust in deeply. I could feel his hard cock filling every inch of me, making me want him even more. Zane reached up and began thumbing my nipples, sending delicious shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. I moaned softly and began to grind my hips on top of his cock. As we rocked together, I felt the coil of pleasure in my lower belly start to build and build until it felt like something was gripping me hard between the legs.
Sweat broke over my body and I felt my heart racing in my chest as Zane bucked harder underneath of me. The sensation of his thumbs on my nipples and his pubic bone rubbing against my clit was almost too much to bear, and I could feel myself racing towards a heady climax. As I threw my head back and moaned loudly, Zane moved his hands to my hips and gripped me there firmly. He moved me forcefully on top of him, until he was tossing me around like a rag doll. Finally, the tight feeling grew in my stomach and exploded all over my body, sending strong shocks of orgasmic pleasure through every nerve ending. I cried out loudly and felt tears being squeezed from under my lids as my orgasm rocked my whole world. Beneath me, Zane let out a low grunt and thrust up powerfully hard. I felt his cock spasm and twitch inside of me, releasing his cum.
When it was over, I collapsed next to him on the bed. We were still breathing hard. He was still on his back with his eyes closed. I could see his chest vibrating with the fast beat of his heart.
I knew I should tell him about the baby, but I just couldn’t. Not right now. As I felt myself drift off to a warm, relaxed world of drowsy post-coital bliss, I decided I would tell him. And soon. Just not right now.
Chapter 10
Zane
When it was over, Isabella climbed off me and collapsed on the bed. I could hear her breathing coming hard and I smiled in satisfaction. Not even ten minutes alone and I’d managed to make her scream like a banshee. Oh, yeah. My mojo was back, all right.
Rolling on my side, I gazed at her. She was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, but she seemed different than she had the last time. She was less playful, more serious. She seemed to have a lot more on her plate than she did the first time I’d met her. Now, she seemed like a serious, adult woman. Before, she had been almost girlish.
“Isabella, do you know anything about those men?” I raised my eyebrow at her.
She frowned. “What men?”
“The men who were trying to drag you away,” I said pointedly. “You remember, right? The men from earlier today?”
Isabella sighed and rolled over. “No,” she said softly. “I mean, I did hear something.” She looked up at me with her sparkly green eyes. “They said your name. They said something about how they’d made a deal to take your down.” She frowned at me. “Zane, why would they want to do that?”
I froze in panic as Isabella gave me her guileless stare. She had no way of knowing; she couldn’t know. But in that moment, I was terrified she’d somehow find out the truth. She’d learn about her father and about the fortune she was heir to. I wondered if she’d ever guessed, if there was any kind of familiarity in my surroundings. Even if Gianni hadn’t told his family what he was doing, I had to guess that at least Isabella’s mother knew.
I gulped. Even if Isabella didn’t know, the bad guys who were out to get me could have easily figured out Isabella was Gianni’s daughter. It would be easy to kidnap her and ransom her for a fortune. I knew they were trying to take me down, but Isabella could easily make them a sweet sum of money. Fuck.
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at Isabella. She flushed under the intensity of my gaze. “Did they say anything else?”
Isabella blinked. “No,” she said softly. Her blush deepened and she pulled the silk sheet over her lovely, pendulous breasts. “I mean, I stumbled and fell and made a sound. That was why they grabbed me.”
I nodded. “Right,” I said, trying to maintain my tough-guy act. “Well, have you ever seen them before?”
Isabella shook her tousled blonde head. “No.” She squinted at me. “Zane, do you know something I don’t? Why would they want to do you in?”
I stared at her blankly. Right now was the big moment. I could tell her everything. I could tell her about her father, Gianni, and about me. I could tell her what I really did for a living, where all of the money came from. Where my Porsche came from. Where the silk sheets that were so tantalizingly wrapped around her body came from. But the moment passed. Isabella yawned and I watched her delicate, vulnerable throat bunch up with the force of her yawn. Whatever tender thing had sprouted to life inside of me died abruptly. The less she knows the better. I can protect her better if she doesn’t know what she’s hiding. After all, I still had this big coke deal to pull off. I figured I could tell her everything afterwards, if she was still around. She’ll just have to deal with not knowing.
“Wanna grab some dinner?”
Isabella looked at me. “Sure,” she said softly. “Can you answer my question first?”
I shrugged. “I got no fuckin’ idea why they would want to do me in, honey. But I can tell you’re starving. What do you think about some pizza?”
Isabella nodded. A grateful look washed over her face. It only made my anxiety worse. She was obviously relieved that I didn’t have anything to do with the guys who had tried to kidnap her. A knot formed in my stomach when I realized how upset she would be at learning the truth. Even though I knew it was for her own good, I didn’t feel great about lying to her. Isabella wasn’t like most of the other girls I slept around with. She was smart, caring. Even if she was a little clingy, she wasn’t stupid.
“Get dressed.” I jerked my head towards the bedroom door. “I’ll order a pie.”
Isabella climbed out of bed and I had to work to keep my jaw from dropping. She was stacked. She’d always had a great rack, but now they seemed almost twice as big. I grinned and Isabella blushed when she caught me watching her.
“What?”
“You look so fuckin’ hot,” I told her. “I’m tempted to throw you back into bed.”
Isabella actually smiled. “Please, no,” she said in mock-helplessness. “I couldn’t handle that! No m
ore!” She winked at me. “I’m so sore, Zane.”
I grinned. “You’re gonna be so sore you won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you, baby.”
Isabella crossed the room and pulled her shirt over her head. She winced as the fabric tugged over her breasts. “I’m already sore,” she whined. She looked at me with a hopeful expression on her face. “Pizza?”
I laughed. “You’re adorable,” I told her. “And yeah, I’ll call a pizza. What do you want on yours?”
She flopped back down on the bed. The hem of her shirt barely covered her ass and I felt my cock twitch as I watched her soft curves recline on the silk sheets. I was filled with the intense desire to pin her on her back, yank her panties down with my teeth and bury my face between her legs until she was sobbing with pleasure. I loved the way she tasted and I wanted to feel her juices running down my face again.
“Veggies,” Isabella said.
I wrinkled my nose. “Come on, I’m not on a fuckin’ diet, honey. We’re getting pepperoni, mushrooms, and sausage. I can’t eat a pizza with green shit on it.”
I expected Isabella to argue but she actually smiled. “That sounds really good,” she admitted. “I’ll have that, too.”
I turned away from her as I yanked my pants up over my hips and reached for the phone. I had a good place on speed dial that was only a few miles away from the house. By the time I’d ordered dinner, Isabella had reclined back on the bed and she was making eyes at me. Even though I’d been hit with a tsunami of lust just a few minutes ago, there was something about the situation that seemed off to me. As much as I didn’t mind lying to almost everyone else, there was something unsettling about lying to Isabella. Or rather, keeping her own past from her. I shivered. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to grow up without a father, only to find out that Daddy Dearest was a Mafioso. After all, Gianni had been second-in-command to Lionel for years and years. Gianni had been a trusted friend, like family. And Isabella had no idea what she was involved in. I watched her lean back and sigh. The gold locket caught in her cleavage, drowning in flesh.
“Come on, downstairs,” I snapped. “I don’t eat in bed. I’m not a fuckin’ pig.”
Isabella pouted but she obligingly got up and tugged on jeans. “I’m so tired,” she complained. “I feel like I’ve been on my feet for weeks.”
I stared at her. There was something different about her, all right. But I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was like something had happened in the few weeks we hadn’t been in touch. Maybe she’d been with someone else; maybe something else had happened. But she seemed a little more reserved, and grateful to be around me. I shook my head. I’d fucked up girls before by not calling. Isabella had seemed more stable than that. I wondered what had happened.
We walked downstairs in silence. I grabbed a beer for myself from the fridge. “Want one?” I grinned at Isabella. “You’re cute when you drink.”
She shook her head. “Just water for me, thanks,” she added. “I’ll get it, that’s okay.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just sit down. I’ll bring you a glass.”
Isabella blushed again and lowered herself into one of my wooden kitchen chairs. She pulled a flyer from the table towards her and frowned at it. “What is this?”
“Some shit with my friend Jake,” I said, sliding a glass of ice water across the table towards Isabella. “Some car show shit.” I knew exactly what it was: another chance for me to meet the Russians who were going to be instrumental in our coke deal. But there was no way I’d tell Isabella that.
“Are you into cars?” Isabella looked at me with her head to the side. “I mean, I know you like your Porsche. But these are mostly older.”
I shook my head. “I’m not obsessed with them,” I said slowly. “Why?”
Isabella shrugged. She gave me a weird little smile and then hid her mouth with her hand. “I dunno,” she replied. “Just trying to get a sense of who you are.”
Before I could ask why, the doorbell rang. I dug around in my pockets for some crumpled bills. I didn’t have anything smaller than a fifty. Isabella gasped when she saw the bills in my hand.
“I had an outing planned to Silk Aria,” I lied, referencing one of the bigger strip clubs outside of Morris. “But then I ran into you again…”
Isabella blushed red. I knew she wouldn’t dare ask me about what I was planning on doing at a strip club. She wanted to seem too chill and cool to be jealous of strippers. When I brought the pizza back over to the table, Isabella had the lid flipped open and a slice in her hand before I could even sit down.
“This is amazing,” she gushed. “I was so hungry. Thanks, Zane.”
I watched as she gobbled down two slices. The way she was eating made me think she wasn’t getting enough at home. I frowned. She was still working. Why was she so hard up for money? Another little prick of guilt hit me. If I told her the truth, she’d be taken care of for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t have to wait around for guys like me to buy her dinner.
As if reading my mind, Isabella looked up at me from the middle of her third slice. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m eating like a pig. I’m just so hungry for some reason.”
Chapter 11
Isabella
After Zane and I had our late dinner, I couldn’t stop yawning. He suggested we put on a movie and I agreed, but ten minutes in I was falling asleep. Between the shock of discovering my pregnancy and almost being kidnapped at work, I’d had a crazy day. I thought I could have probably slept for days inside Zane’s comfortable, silken bed.
“You wanna go to bed?” Zane raised his eyebrows at me suggestively.
A weak pulse of desire hit my lower belly and I blushed. “Yeah, but I’m exhausted,” I said. “I’m sorry. I can sleep on the couch if you want.”
Zane snorted. “Fuckin’ nonsense,” he said. “You’re sleeping in the bed. And don’t worry about it. I’m spent.”
He got up from the couch and brought the pizza box and my empty glass of water back into the kitchen. I couldn’t believe how much I’d eaten; my appetite felt like it was never-ending. I looked down at the slight pooch in my lower belly, wondering unhappily if I’d be that hungry throughout my entire pregnancy. My mom had always been overweight after she’d had me. I was nervous I’d get fat and wouldn’t be able to lose it. Zane won’t like the way I look if that happens, I thought to myself. Staring at him, I realized I barely knew anything about him at all. I didn’t know what he really thought about me, or women in general. And I definitely didn’t know what he thought about what was really happening. Was I danger? Was that why he was spending more time with me?
I snorted. Well, it can’t be because he really likes you, I thought glumly. Remember how he tossed you out without a second word last time?
“Come on,” Zane said. “Let’s go to bed.”
I blinked and realized I was dawdling at the foot of the stairs. As we climbed together, my heart started beating uncommonly fast in my chest. I realized I was nervous about what would happen when we were back in his bedroom. Zane reached for me the minute the door was closed. I winced, expecting him to grab me and throw me down on the bed. But instead, he turned me around and unzipped my blouse.
“You want a shirt or something?” He walked over to his dressed and pulled out a clean, white T-shirt. “I keep the air cold at night; you don’t want to get cold.”
I blinked. “Thanks,” I said softly. “Yeah, I’ll take that.” My breasts were aching, sore and swollen, and I dreaded the idea of spending a night without a bra. But I didn’t want Zane to know. There seemed to be an important reason for not telling him. Mostly, I just wanted to know what was going on. He was acting strangely, perhaps even more strangely than I was acting. And I wanted to get to the bottom of this as soon as I could.
Pulling the soft shirt over my head, I climbed into bed. Zane watched me as he stripped out of his jeans. My mouth went dry at the sight of his muscular body. Even though I was inc
redibly sore and not feeling too aroused, I still felt a thump of lust between my legs. He looked amazingly, unbelievably good. He always did.
“Come on,” Zane said. “Let’s go to sleep.” He walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in, dimming the lights.
I could smell him and feel him near but I knew he was staying as far away from me as possible. Suddenly, a feeling like loneliness welled up inside of me. This was exactly what I’d wanted to happen for the past eight weeks, but now that it was happening I didn’t feel any better than I did when I was on my own.
“Good night,” I said softly.
Zane didn’t reply; instead, he shifted onto his side and pulled a pillow over his head. I rolled away from him so I was facing the wall instead of his tattooed back. In the semi-dark, I could almost make out some of the shapes that had been inked into his skin. But I didn’t want to think about him anymore. I wanted to close my eyes and drift off into a powerful sleep.
