by J. C. Allen
“Why’d you have to go and do that?” he said with a laugh. “Now I’m ready to go again.”
He wasn’t quite Superman. We did take our time showering so that he could recharge and get his dick hard again.
But by the time he shut off the water, he was ready. He carried me out over his shoulder. I squealed with joy all the way, looking up in shock as he threw me onto the bed.
This is never going to end.
Perfect.
13
Zeke
I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
No matter how hard I tried, it seemed I only wanted her more and more each time. I could have had her all over this house all day and I would still want her. Allison was making me into a new man, and it hasn’t even been that long. I can only imagine what more time will do.
“I think my dick is gonna have corrosion if we keep going at it like this.”
We laid stretched out on my bed, me on my back and her laid sideways over my stomach. We had just gone again, and I could finally say something that I don’t think had ever been said before—I was at my sexual limit. I could not take another round without some serious rest; she was just that insatiable and that pleasant.
If ever there was a sign that she was someone worth keeping around, I think this was it. Granted, that was a thought I wasn’t quite willing to entertain yet, mostly because I didn’t know how I would handle it, but damn, the fact that I was even considering contemplating it said it all.
“I think it’s fine, but that’s just me.”
Allison giggled and nudged my dick with her elbow. She turned and laid on her side, propping her elbow up on me. I felt half her weight and the soft curve of her breast against my ribs. I looked down the rest of her body, the smooth curves, her pert rosy nipples and light red hair matching on her head, and finally her long sinuous legs that seemed to glow under the setting sun around us.
I had to say, maybe my dick was reaching my limit, but being able to look at her like so was something that I didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact…
“You never know. I might need a massage later,” I said with a smirk, laying my hand over her hip.
She smiled and licked at her bottom lip, cherry pink and swollen from all our kissing. I liked seeing signs that I had done things to her; it was exciting and like a mark of accomplishment that I had pulled off what I had.
“Shut up, that would make it worse if that were the case. Then I really wouldn’t be able to stop and I really would get sore.”
Her bright eyes looked into mine, making me smile more. There was a deep, recessed voice in the back of my head warning me that I was getting in too deep for my own good and that I either needed to more harshly put her to the side or just cut the cord loose and dive all the way in… but right now, I wasn’t thinking about that, really. I was just trying to enjoy the moment, even though the moment was bringing a lot of questions to mind.
“Maybe so. You feel okay now though?”
The question was just meant to be a polite inquiry into her body’s feeling after some fantastic sex, but when I saw her expression, I knew it came across almost too caring. It was too late to prevent me from smiling though.
“I’m fine. It’s the most exercise I have done in a while but, still fine.”
Her smile fell as she yawned, and I just couldn’t help myself.
“Good,” I said with a smirk. “Maybe you should work out more. We could go to the gym together, have some fun in the locker room.”
I wiggled my brows as we laughed together. Sex in the locker room. Sex in the sauna. Sex in the pool. Where wouldn’t we have sex?
“You are a sex maniac, Zeke. You are really some kind of sex maniac.”
She rolled back onto her front and stretched out. I must have really been tired, because my dick didn’t even react to her tits on my body and round ass under my hand. Like I said, I had just reached a limit at which point I could not even bring myself to get hard if I tried.
At the risk of sounding shallow, nothing more indicated how awesome she was than that very thing.
“Yes I know, we have established that,” I said with a chuckle, giving a hint of arrogance so she wouldn’t get too close to me. “You hungry?”
I traced the dip of her spine into her ass. I pursed my lips at the thoughts running through my head, again not doing anything else to my body. At least given the way Allison was yawning, she probably needed rest too. I realized that food was actually going to do us both a lot of good—it would awaken us but also give us the energy needed to move forward.
“Yeah, I could eat,” she said with a weary smile. “You have any food here?”
“Maybe some mac n’ cheese.”
“Hm. Sounds about right for you.”
She then strode to the bathroom, winking at me and blowing me a kiss on the way. I knew she was teasing me and I knew it was sexy as hell, but… man, I really needed that mac n’ cheese more than I needed to have sex. Never, ever, ever, ever thought I would say that!
I sat up and checked my phone, thinking I would just be reading a few new texts in the chat I had with my brothers about the recent thwarted attacks by the Cavaros.
Instead, I saw some news that made me go “oh, shit,” and feel so grateful that Allison was in the shower at that morning.
Apparently, the Cavaros had sent a very credible threat to the club, explaining that they would be retaliating for all of the death the Kinsmen had given them by attacking the club—not the city, as we had suspected—very soon. Jaxson could no longer keep it a secret from the club and had called a club-wide meeting. Everyone would be there, from the officers like Beast and Walker to the prospects who had only joined within the last couple of weeks.
The weight of the news was obvious and heavy. The advice that Jaxson had given the three of us about keeping things low key and having a gun on us at all times was about to apply to all of the Kinsmen MC.
Not even I could make a joke in this moment. The group chat of our brothers was filled with Simon being concerned for Rosella, Matthew being concerned for Grace and his daughter, and Jaxson trying to rise above it. I just wrote “I’ll be there” in reference to the club meeting. I was the jokester, but contrary to what my brothers usually thought of me, I was not someone who didn’t understand timing. I knew that a silly joke right now wouldn’t do anything but cause a lot of nightmares.
Allison came out a few minutes later after the shower ended, telling me she was going to snoop around in my kitchen for something more wholesome than mac n’ cheese.
“Good luck,” I said with a smirk.
“Hah, you’re funny.”
But honestly, I had just said it because I needed to say a joke of some kind right then. My mind was too preoccupied by those texts, and while seeing Allison in a bathrobe had quite a nice way of distracting me, it wasn’t like turning on a light switch. It took a few moments for me to go from concerned and paranoid about the Cavaros to cheerful and aroused by what I saw with Allison.
She just chuckled and headed downstairs. Seeing her leave in her clothes, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile at me before she walked out the door… it was the distraction I needed, and not just because she looked so physically hot.
It was as much because I wanted to join her, wanted to pin her over the kitchen table and give it to her… but fuck, even those thoughts just weren’t giving me energy. I actually would have to just interact with her without sex being involved.
That was a little scary, but frankly, it was much more exciting than it was scary. It was exciting because they were thoughts I had never really experienced before, and they were thoughts that I welcomed as a sort of challenge. It was almost like I enjoyed testing myself to see how well I could handle the pressure. I just hoped that I wouldn’t regret that sentiment down the road.
I came downstairs expecting her to be making something with my pots and pans in the place, only to see her on the living room couch watching TV with nothing in he
r hands and nothing in front of her. I couldn’t let the moment go by without cracking a small joke at her expense.
“Is this how you snoop?”
She smiled at me from her spot on my dark couch, her red hair up in a tussled bun and flushed skin make her look more radiant than she already was. I smiled back, shaking my head at her. I hated how easily she just made me feel so good—this was against what I had promised myself!
Maybe it’s time to break some rules. Maybe your brothers are right. If things are going to go to hell soon, wouldn’t you want someone you could call your own? Just in case things do get really ugly?
Zeke…
“Help me make something,” I said, recognizing that she wasn’t going to make anything herself.
I nudged her head on the way in the kitchen, to which she cursed at me playfully, causing me to just laugh. In the kitchen, I shook up a protein drink as I looked over what I had in the fridge. Unfortunately, I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t have a whole lot of stuff better than mac n’ cheese.
“Please tell me you aren’t about to make spaghetti,” Allison teased me.
I turned to her, seated at my kitchen chair.
“Fuck off,” I said, batting my eyebrows. “I’m not making spaghetti. Stir fry.”
“Good enough,” she said, dramatically waving her hand before getting normal again. “Do you cook often?”
“Um. Enough not to poison anyone.”
I inspire such confidence, don’t I.
I chopped peppers, heated the pan, and started cutting up chicken and veggies. She started texting on her phone, which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal… but she wound up texting for far longer than I expected. So much so, in fact, that I had to tease her about it.
“Who are you talking to, your boyfriend?”
I meant it as a joke, but when she locked her phone and shot me a funny look, I knew that I had probably picked a very poor choice of words for a joke. Whatever humor and fire in her eyes she had went out the door after I said those words.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. And if I did, do you think I would really be here?”
She tilted her head at me and I felt her eyes darting over my tattoos. There was nothing warm in her expression; rather, she seemed frustrated and upset by the question. As for me, I just shrugged.
“I don’t know,” I said, even though I did know. “I guess I don’t know you all that well.”
“Yeah, I guess you don’t. You don’t have a wife that will barge in any minute, do you?”
Shit. I should never have made that joke. I actually thought that this might be a chance to double down on it, to pull it out for some unexpected humor… mostly because if it didn’t work out, maybe it would reestablish that what we were was sex only, nothing more.
“Why does she have to be my wife?” I said, trying to smirk to make it clear I was kidding.
“Dunno. Seems fitting. Or maybe you have a kid hidden somewhere in here.”
She giggled after that, which was the best thing I could have seen. I wasn’t even going to pretend not to feel a little relief when I saw that was her reaction.
“Neither are the case. God, I could never.”
My niece and nephew are enough trouble, and they aren’t even my children.
“Well, I don’t have a boyfriend. Just nosy friends.”
She slid her phone over, showing me her notifications from someone named Marissa and someone named Jenna.
“Hm, fair enough. What did you tell them about me? That I made your knees weak? That I make you unable to walk as your Sex God?”
“Haha, no,” she said, to which I exaggerated my fake disappointment. “Just that I’ll be home soon. If you don’t burn that chicken.”
She nodded to the now sizzling pan I hadn’t noticed because I was too busy staring at her. Something about her slight features and soft eyes always made me stop and stare. It might be something else, too… but I’m not ready to admit to that.
Fortunately, the food was not overcooked, and I was able to present a delicious, stir-fried meal with chicken and vegetables, the exact kind of meal that would have her fit and healthy in no time. We ate in the living room, watching some cop drama, as our conversation remained low-key and relaxed.
“That wasn’t all that bad.”
“I told you it was good.”
I set my finished plate down and turned to her.
“Just like I was good and I am good and I will be good.”
There was something in her eyes when I said that that expressed an emotion I had not expected—pain. She looked hurt by that, and it made me wonder…
I really don’t know a lot about her. Maybe I should change that.
“Just curious, Allison, did you break up with someone recently?”
She made a face that was not receptive to the question. This was a big-ass risk, but I wasn’t even thinking in terms like that. I just wanted to get to know her better, not think about the consequences or lack thereof of asking such questions.
“That’s some heavy talk.”
“I’m curious,” I said. “I mean, this isn’t your usual way of doing things.”
“So you think some guy damaged me?”
Tread carefully, Zeke. You’re getting into some heavy territory here.
“Not at all,” I said with a gulp. “But… it’s a fair question. I can be the rebound guy from now until Sunday, but I’d like to know at least, even though this isn’t about getting feelings for each other.”
Even though this isn’t about getting feelings for each other.
Right.
Her eyes softened at me. Her tone wasn’t that heavy now, perhaps relieved for my rational for asking. But the statement that followed sure was pretty heavy.
“Fine,” she said. “But only if you tell me about all your exes too.”
14
Allison
Zeke waved his hand and sighed.
I didn’t know what to expect, but the answer that he gave was certainly not it.
“Fine. I don’t have any. Your turn.”
I slapped his thigh and laughed at him. He didn’t have anyone? That was hard to believe. For someone who had as much experience with women as him, I expected that he had to have someone whom he could call an ex.
“That’s not fair.”
I was trying to keep it light, but I really did feel like he was just deflecting the question. And if he was telling the truth… Zeke just shrugged, confirming my worst suspicions. It definitely wasn’t something I wanted to hear very much.
“It’s the truth. I don’t do relationships, never called anyone my girlfriend. Since high school, I guess. I mean, I guess I can tell you I lost my virginity to an older woman, a college freshman when I was in my junior year of high school, but maybe that doesn’t count.”
So… that’s really the truth, huh? That’s all there is to it.
I expected more. Maybe that’s my own fault for being so naive and believing there was more to it.
“That doesn’t surprise me about you, somehow.”
I sighed. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting; this was Zeke, after all, not some guy going through a phase. But still, it would’ve been nice to have heard of something in his past.
“Yeah well, it works for me,” Zeke said defiantly. “But that’s not how you do things, I know it. I bet you waited until prom night or the summer before college.”
I gaped at how accurate that was. Granted, many people probably waited for those two times, but it was still a shock and surprising to hear. I supposed Zeke just had a bead on who I was and what my preferences were.
“Prom night. And he was my first boyfriend. We lasted a year or so. Then college.”
“And that’s the most recent break up?” he asked.
Back to this again? I frowned at the memory of Jason and how crappy he made the last few weeks of my senior year. I was a little annoyed at Zeke for asking the question, in part because he was taking me out of
the moment, and in part because I just couldn’t see how this was helping the no relationship rule.
But then again, how much were we really following the no relationship rule? It seemed like every time we hung out, we did something that seemed to bend past the idea of us just being a casual couple. Whether it was going to the diner or us talking like this, I was beginning to think that we each wanted something that neither of us were willing to say out loud.
Or, for that matter, even willing to admit in our own heads.
“Yeah, just before graduation. We were maybe a week before graduation, we’d even planned a trip right after, but he told me he didn’t see us working out. Actually, it’s part of the reason why I’m even here. If not for Jason leaving me, I’d probably have gone with him instead of Marissa and Jenna.”
“Asshole move,” Zeke said. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here instead of with someone like him. But it’s a dick move all the same.”
“Well, it was amicable.”
We moved closer to each other. My legs were in his lap as we talked. He regarded me carefully. What I had said wasn’t really true, but that was a function of me not wanting to continue this thread of conversation. It wasn’t ugly in the sense of having violent shouting and screaming, but it was extraordinarily disappointing. It definitely was not amicable.
“Come on, I don’t believe that.”
It was hard to recount all these things. We had started out so well, and even for the majority of the three years we dated, things were really good and hopeful. But then the way things ended… it hurt. I was over it, or at least over it enough to have sex again, but I couldn’t just pretend that there wasn’t something lingering from that.
“Well, it’s half the truth,” I said as a sort of compromise. “We just didn’t match up anymore, you know? And I wasn’t going to compromise my life anymore or make sacrifices. Neither was he.”
