With a playful smile, she produced a small vortex, and gave a triumphant laugh as it wrapped around his erection, then shot through his body. Lust tore up his spine and his muscles clenched. He sucked in his breath and nearly came. His cock was so damn hard it ached. A bead of cum escaped over the tip. That was all the play he could endure. He buried himself inside her, and she sank onto him with a frantic moan.
She bucked against him, hard, fast. He covered her mouth with a kiss when she cried out his name.
Suddenly, thousands of little muscles convulsed around him, sucking and pulling. Jack heard himself moan and he plunged into the abyss of nirvana, exploding his seed into her. The world receded for him and the lights in the room went out. A small neon-purple vortex hung in the air, then snapped to pop out of existence.
“Holy shit.” She rested her head against his chest. Her flesh pulsed around his cock and it throbbed back.
He was never going to let her go. She could screw him into oblivion and he would die a happy man.
Eventually, he untwisted her legs from around his waist and kissed her nose.
“We should go before someone needs this room. I’ll get the car. Do me a favor and wait right here until I ping you.” He put a new iPhone in her hand.
Zoe sighed, peeled herself off the shelf, and reached down to find her pants. “You think that guy is still close?”
“Until I know for sure, we’re not taking any chances.”
Chapter 27
Jack lay awake, not quite ready for sleep. Holding Zoe close, he listened to her soft breaths. She kicked his leg in her sleep and rolled away from him. Needing to feel her touch, he turned on his side and pulled her backside against his chest. She moaned and let out a blood-curdling shout.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed viciously, hitting and scratching at him.
Her voice didn’t even sound like her.What the hell?
“Zoe, wake up.”
A small fireball shot out from her right hand and blasted his dresser, which burst into flames.
Jack jumped out of bed, threw a blanket over the small blaze, and ran to the kitchen for the fire extinguisher.
When he moved back towards the bed, she was weeping into her pillow. The bed rocked with her movements.
“Hey, it was just a dream.” He tried to touch her gently but she slapped his hand away.
“Touch me again and I’ll scream.”
Jack swallowed hard. She was dreaming. Caught in the nightmare of the past. He was afraid to move, to make a sound, in case she zapped into her powers again.
“Get away. Please.” Zoe collapsed on the bed and sobbed inconsolably.
He watched her return to a more restful sleep and remembered with guilt how he had manipulated her into mating with him. If he'd known she’d been abused as a child, he would’ve gone at things a lot differently.
She’d mentioned wanting a therapist and now understood how important it might be. His blackened dresser stood out as a scary reminder. She might burn the whole building down around them, along with their baby. She could go to bed and never wake up. A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed hard. She was right when she said she was a walking, talking napalm bomb.
Zoe stirred on the bed and focused her sleepy eyes on him. “What’s wrong?”
Jack sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed the sweat soaked hair off her face.
“You’re scaring me,” she said, sitting up. Her eyes went huge when she noticed the torched dresser. “Oh my God, did I do that?”
“You had a nightmare.”
“A nightmare?” Her face was pale and her bottom lip began to tremble. She looked down at her hands, to the dresser, then back at Jack. “I could have killed us.”
He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. She lay limp against him, but he could feel the panic rising within her. He was aware of the memories and fears that haunted her. He just hadn’t realized how deep the wounds were.
If he could give her time to heal, he would. But they didn’t have time. Not when her powers were so volatile.
