Page 73 of Savored Sins
Autumn: And risk that getting leaked?
Zeke: I got bad news for you
Autumn: Omg just get over here!
I’m out on the porch with a fresh glass of rosé when Zeke’s car comes down the driveway. He went back to Will’s to shower and grab fresh clothes, so when he steps out of the car and makes his way up the stone sidewalk toward me, his shower-wet hair is a tousled, sexy mess.
“You were fast,” I comment, my tone suggestive.
“Fuck yes, I was.” He comes to stand in front of me, leaning one arm lazily on the post of the veranda.
That grin of his. That self-assured stance he’s got, lounging like he owns the world. It reminds me of the other time he leaned in my doorway like that—that night he locked himself out ofthe cabin. I thought he was sexy then, even knowing he’d come straight from someone else’s bed, but mother offuck. Knowing he’s here now for me and me alone… he looks downright delicious.
Without asking, Zeke takes a long, sultry sip of my wine, his eyes glued to me over the rim of the glass. He swallows, the column of his neck working, and smacks his lips. “But don’t worry, hot stuff. I’m only fast in the shower. Ain’t nothing else tonight gonna befast.”
His lips part into a dazzling grin, and he leans down to plant his palms on the arms of the chair I’m sitting in. My face rises to meet his, and that’s all it takes. His mouth crashes into mine, and his lips and tongue and teeth are there, licking and sucking and biting. As his tongue sweeps my mouth, I shiver, and I feel him smile against me.
Before I even know what’s happening, he spreads my legs apart with his knee and steps in toward me. He’s standing too close, his face too high above me now for me to kiss, but I can still look up at him. I’m eye-level with his junk, and my hands move there, caressing the hardening length in his jeans while I hold his gaze.
“I hope the McCallisters saw you drive in,” I say, still massaging his dick through his pants, fumbling with the button. “I hope those nosy fuckers are watching us right now. In fact, I hope they see me… do… this.”
I unzip his pants and Zeke groans, his hands stroking my hair. “Fucking hell, Autumn.”
He watches as I tug down his jeans, sliding his boxer briefs along with them and freeing his length. As my fingers stroke the velvety skin of his cock, I feel his thighs flex on either side of me. He says again, “Fuckinghell.”
“And,” I continue, more to myself, but also to him, because I can tell he’s getting off on it too, “if they try to call and askme why that sketchy Holloway kid is hanging around my place again… I won’t be able to answer—because my mouth will be full, and it’s not polite to talk to the neighbors with your mouth full.”
With that, I draw Zeke’s cock into my mouth, taking as much of him as possible—and the sound he makes is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. His fingers tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t pull my head in. He just watches, groans, lets me work, enjoying as I slide back and forth along his cock, sucking him in until he hits the back of my throat.
“JesusChrist,” I hear him mutter. “Shit fuckingballs.”
I pause to grin up at him, his cock still in my mouth. His blue eyes are hooded with lust, but he looks fiercer than I’ve ever seen him. There’s a set in his jaw that’s never been there before.
“Fuck.” He slides himself gently out of my mouth, tips my head up toward him. His eyes are electric. “That’s so fucking hot—knowing it’s just you and me. Knowing my cock is only for your mouth and no one else’s.”
“Monogamy looks good on you, babe.”
“Yeah.” He laughs softly. “Weirdly, it does.”
Then, with no warning at all and his erection still jutting out of his unzipped jeans, Zeke reaches down and scoops me up, pulling me against his slim, chiseled body. His hands span my ass, my legs naturally wrapping around him, as he rips the front door open and carries me inside.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know,” he growls. “Somewhere I can ravage you without your rich-ass, WASP-y neighbors crying to the cops.”
I burst out laughing, and we make it as far as the living room before Zeke drops me on the sofa. He kisses me hungrily, his hands roaming along my body. He tugs up the hem of my tank top, and I take the cue, shrugging myself out of it. Not wasting a second, he pulls his own shirt over his head. His eyes rake overme, and I see his dick twitch as his gaze comes back to settle softly on mine.
“You’re so gorgeous, Autumn,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
He drops to the sofa next to me, reaches around to unclasp my bra, and slides the straps down my shoulders. I toss the bra away and turn to face him, loving the way he stares at my now bare breasts like there’s a goddamn feast in front of him. I look down at them, too. I mean—theyarepretty good tits. I’ve always liked them.
Suddenly, I sit up straight. The necklace Zeke gave me is still fastened around my neck, the pendant nestled between my breasts. “Wait. What about Lena? Is she here?”
Zeke looks confused for a moment. Then his eyes widen slightly, and he stops for a second, like he’s listening for something.
“No, she’s… not here,” he says. “There’snoone here—no whispers. No weird vibes. It’s just us.”
I frown. “What happened? Where’d she go? Can you tell if she’s okay?”
