“Sweetheart, what happened tonight? I thought you were staying in tonight? Is everything okay?”
With her pressed up against the door, legs still wrapped around me, I reach for her hands on my shoulders and press them firmly above her head. “Shut up.”
She leans back and blinks at me, trying to figure out if I seriously just told her to shut up. I tighten the grip on her hands and press into her core. She closes her eyes, taking in the moment, probably wishing I was already slamming into her—well, that makes two of us. I’m done with the words. I’m still so fucking angry, and I want her so fucking bad.
In a firm tone, one she has heard me use plenty of times over the years, I look deep in her eyes so she sees my seriousness and say, “You’re done talking, Hails. I just want you to feel my cock deep inside you.”
I can see her breathing change. I release her hands and unwrap her legs, setting her back down to the floor before I spin her around
“Put your hands in front of you.”
She’s a good girl and does what she’s told. I place my hands over hers before slowly dragging my hands down her arms and sides before reaching around the front and rubbing her slick folds over her booty shorts. She inhales sharply.
I waste no time yanking down her shorts to her ankles and unbuttoning my jeans before freeing my cock. I don’t hesitate before thrusting inside her. I fuck her fast and deep. It doesn’t take long for her pussy to start contracting around my cock. I am going to send her over the edge, making me feel the full force of her orgasm.
My grip on her hips tightens as I follow her orgasm with my own.
With both of us spent, Haylee leans her forehead against the door, and I against her back. She is the first to speak.
“Now do you want to explain what happened?”
I scoot up closer behind her and kiss her shoulder, up her neck, and nibble behind her ear, the spot I know instantly turns her on.
In a husky tone, I answer, “Nope! Now I’m going to carry you to the shower and clean my dirty girl up and then take you to the bedroom where you’re going spread your legs for me. Then I’m going to lick you until you’re begging me to stop. Is that what you want, baby girl?”
“Yes.” She breathes it out rather than speaking.
I swoop my arms under her legs and carry her to the bathroom, and I plan to honor every promise I made her.
Oh. My. God. I may not walk for a week. Sex with Zach is amazing, especially after we had decided last year to rely only on my birth control, but that was next-level. My clit is still pulsing from orgasm after orgasm. I don’t know what happened tonight, but I’m waiting for my brain to be able to function again and my heart rate to come down to a normal level.
Zach walks back into the bedroom with two glasses of water, only wearing his boxers. This man is fucking gorgeous. I don’t know what I did to deserve him or all those mind-blowing orgasms for that matter, but he is mine to keep. He climbs into bed, handing me the water, and I find the strength to push myself up against the headboard.
“Thanks.” It’s the only word I can manage.
I take a sip of the cold water and set the glass on the nightstand. Zach does the same before pulling the covers over us. He wraps an arm around me, tugging me closer to his chest and kissing the top of my head.
“You okay?” he asks while running his fingers up and down my spine.
I nod. “I was thinking I should be asking you the same thing.”
He lets out a low chuckle.
“You’re not going to avoid the question by fucking me again. My poor vagina needs a break before you go anywhere near it.” I put my palm on his chest and push him back as he tries to squirm away. “Nu-uh. You’re going to talk, babe, about what got you coming in here like a damn Neanderthal.” I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him, giving him a chance to gather his thoughts.
“I’m done hiding us, Hails. We’re telling her tomorrow about you and me. You’re coming home.”
“Baby, slow down. Just tell me what happened tonight.” I cup his cheek and smooth my thumb over his stubble, trying to keep him calm. I can see the emotion rising.
“Okay. Tonight, Dani and I got into it. She caught me watching the home videos of Emmett, and she called me selfish. Lots of words were exchanged, ones I don’t really want to repeat.”
I settle back into his arms and trace the lines of his stomach muscles as he continues to talk.
“She acts as though she is the only one that lost someone. I’m sorry, but it’s bullshit. She up and ran and left us all behind to pick up the pieces, and she has the fucking nerve to call me selfish. I’m done pretending that things are different than what they are. It’s been two weeks, and she hasn’t even reached out to you. I’m done keeping us a secret from her; I’m done living this lie. You are my life, and if she can’t handle it, then I hate to say this—seriously, I do—but maybe she has stayed long enough.”
I freeze in his arms. He can’t be serious. We just got her back. He is not giving her a reason to run again. His heart rate has picked back up but not in a good way. I tighten my arms around him in hopes of him finding comfort to relax again. He brushes the fallen strands of hair out of my face before settling on the back of my head and gripping my hair between his fingers. He pulls my face to his, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. I relish in the feeling of his tongue against mine. I reluctantly break apart from him so that I can say what I have to say to him without any distractions—well, any more distractions, including the growing bulge in his boxers.
“Okay.”