Page 38 of Savored Sins
“Oh my god,” I breathe, still struggling to regain myself. My legs and hips feel like jelly. “Arrogant even in bed.”
“Especiallyin bed,” Zeke corrects. “Now roll over. Let’s see if we can do that again—with me along for the ride this time.”
Dutifully, I roll over onto my stomach, raising my hips so they line up with Zeke’s, who’s standing behind me, no longer on the bed.
“That’s it,” he says, running his hands along the curve of my hips. He gives my ass a stinging slap, watches it jiggle. Then, with a low, muffled sort of groan, he bends down and sinks his teeth into my ass cheek. I gasp—because itdoeshurt—but the desperate growl of need I hear in Zeke’s throat is so goddamn sexy, I’m one hundred percent into it.
Taking my ass in both his hands, Zeke sinks himself into me once more. “God, I could fuck this pussy allnight, Autumn.”
He reaches forward to gather my hair in his hand, yanking my head backward, all the while moving in and out of me at a steady rhythm. My pleasure is mounting again, but without his hand between my legs, I’m not sure I’ll get there.
As though he’s reading my mind, Zeke says, “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you do it.”
I murmur my agreement, reaching down to do as he says. I hear a groan behind me as Zeke leans around to watch what my fingers are doing, then slams even harder into me. His thrusts, though still long and deep, are getting faster, his grip on my hair getting tighter.
“Are you gonna come again for me, hot stuff?” Zeke asks, pulling my head back so he can whisper in my ear. “Are you gonna yell my name?”
I nod, frantic. The heat is building, the pressure about to blow. Zeke slaps my ass so hard it echoes through the cabin, and with one final thrust, he has me gasping. “Zeke! Zeke?—”
And then strong, slim arms wrap around me and Zeke pulls me to his chest. He buries his face in the hollow of my shoulder as my pussy clenches around his pulsing cock and I melt back into him. There’s only the sound of our heavy breathing in the darkness, the warmth and sweat of our bodies entwined together. Time seems to stop, the minutes blurring.
After what seems like two minutes, but could just as easily have been ten, Zeke’s arms loosen around me. He brushes my sweaty hair off my neck, plants a kiss on my shoulder, and slides out of me. I fall forward against the mattress, my legs like spaghetti noodles, wondering how the hell I’m going to be able to walk afterthat. Zeke casts me a sideways grin as he shucks off the condom and heads to the bathroom.
When he returns, he falls onto the bed next to me, still naked, his lean, muscled arms crossed behind his head. I take him in, unabashedly this time. He’s just so gorgeous. Like some kind of, I don’t know,moviestar—and he just made me come. Twice. I don’t know what he did with that walking-red-flag frat boy, but whoever that was, he’s not here now.
This is… someone else entirely. Someone who saw me naked and liked it. Someone who made me feel like a fucking goddess after five years of never being enough.
This Zeke is someone new.
“How was it?” Zeke asks, his eyes closed despite the grin on his handsome face. “I mean, I already know the answer to that with the way you screamed my name but?—”
“Bewildering,” I answer. I’ve got no reason to mince words here.
Zeke bursts out laughing, flinging one tanned arm over his face. “Oh mygod. I fucked you so good, and you say it’s bewildering! What, you studying for some kind of vocabulary test or?—”
“Knock it off,” I giggle, nestling down next to him. I turn on my side to face him, brush the hair off his face. “Bewildering in thebestway. Like, I don’t know if I know whatyearit is after that.”
“Mm.” Zeke smirks. “I can deal with that.”
“Yeah.”
I stare at him for a moment. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask how it was forhim, but I’m too afraid that his dazzling grin will widen and I’ll know he’s lying. Telling me it was better than it was just to make me feel good. So I say nothing, just lie there looking at him.
“You look like you’re thinking over there, hot stuff,” Zeke says, furrowing his brow.
I smile, caught. “Ha. Never.”
“Good. It never helps anything.”
He’s right, of course. I mean, in cases like this. Where you find yourself in bed, freshly fucked, with your friend’s fiancé’s younger brother, who also happens to live on your property and who you’re counting on to walk in your fashion show next weekend, and to whom you’re finding yourself increasingly drawn when you’re not even sure why.
Yeah, no. Thinking isnotgoing to help here.
Instead, I roll over so I’m facing away from him, nestling backwards into the warmth of Zeke’s body. I’m a little surprised when I feel him shift positions, moving closer to me and wrapping an arm around my waist. As our breaths slow, the rain pelts at the windows, the wind rattling through the trees outside.Zeke’s face is buried in my hair, his fingers curling slightly as sleep overtakes him.
I stare into the darkness a while, feeling the rise and fall of Zeke’s chest as his breathing evens out. And even though I know it’s just for tonight, I can’t help but savor the comforting warmth of his arms around me. It’s been so long since I felt…protected.
Desired.
