“I saw Lilly make that statement at her worst. But I’d bet more than anything, with Cole now awake, she’s saying it at her best. He’s showing her why they’re a good match.”
And with Zack, there was no one I had ever cared for and valued more than him. No one had made me feel so beloved. And because of that, it didn’t matter what could happen from the worst-case perspective.
“And I guess you could say I’m starting to feel the same way,” I said, taking his hand in mine.
It only mattered that we took a chance for love.
“You said once you’d never be with a Bernard Boy,” Zack said.
Oh, how true such words had been. When I’d woken up that morning in Brock’s room, feeling abandoned, used like a whore for an orgasm, I had sworn off them forever. Even in all the time I’d spent with Zack, I still had trouble looking past the fact that he was once a Bernard Boy.
“But we’re not boys anymore. We’re the men of the Black Reapers.”
I practically swooned on the spot for Zack. He could not have said it better. No, I never would date a Bernard Boy.
But I didn’t have to worry about such an issue going forward. The Bernard Boys no longer existed. The Black Reapers did. And while Zack had made it clear that the start of us would have to remain low key while he and the rest of the crew geared up for a final attack on the Bandits, he also made it clear that he was committed to being a man to me.
My man.
Not a boy. Not a young guy who thought with his junk. But a man who used his brain—and a damn smart one at that, in Zack’s case—followed his heart, and got the reward of a satisfying physical and emotional relationship.
“So this man, right here, is done talking. He’s going to show you how he feels.”
And as he moved in for a kiss, it was time to reward him with the “satisfying physical” part of that deal.
He pressed his lips against mine, and I wrapped my arms around his sturdy torso. We moved around until he had me pressed up against the wall, pinning my hands up above me and laying kisses all over me. I could feel his bulge in his pants and craved to grab it, jerk it, feel it inside of me, but his hands kept me locked in place.
“Oh, yes, Zack,” I said. “I fucking love you as a Black Reaper.”
Zack chortled, moved down to kiss my neck, and practically had me whimpering his name. He lifted me up off the wall, carried me into my bedroom, and laid me on the bed, mounting me in a matter of seconds and pressing his stiffening pants into me once more. This time, with my hands free, I reached down to grab him—and heavens, he was just as much a handful as the previous time.
And even better, unlike last time, when we’d gone months in between having sex, there were no more boundaries. I didn’t care about him being the “best and worst” kind. I just cared about him being Zack, Black Reaper and all. He was mine, and I was his.
He got my top, bra, and jeans off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. He grabbed my foot and kissed it, trailing his way down to the inside of my thigh, making me quake with anticipation the whole way down. I wanted to shove the panties off and press him down there myself; that’s how badly I wanted him.
But did he do that? No, he had to go to the other foot and start another trail of kisses.
Fuck, he had me so aroused I could barely think.
“Zack!” I screeched.
He got the hint. When he got down to my pussy, he ripped the panties off, pressed his mouth upon me, and started eating me out with the enthusiasm of a man who had waited months to have this opportunity again.
And Lord, it sure felt like I had waited months myself to have this moment. It would be but a minute or so before I came. Shit, I might not even have time to finish the thought!
And God, I was already feeling it. The anticipation, the heightened arousal, everything…I…oh fuck. Yes, it was happening. The tension. The pulsing.
“Zack…”
The heat…
The fire…
It all coming together…
“Fuck, Zack…”
And it released, and oh, fuck, fuck, yes, how good it felt. I didn’t care that it had happened so fast. If anything, I relished it since it meant I could get to the second and third orgasm so quickly. Oh my Lord, no one had ever made me come so quickly.
