“You can’t really mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying.” I shake my head, trying to pull out of his hold.
Ezra tugs me back to him as I collide with his solid chest. “I know what I’m talking about, Feather,” he growls.
“But why would you want to date someone like me?” The question leaves my mouth before I can bite my tongue.
His brows draw together. “What do you mean, someone like you?”
Now that I’ve opened this door, it’s better to pass through. “Someone basic like me. Someone who’s not a model or an actress. Someone who can’t give you anything!”
He drops my hands and cupsmy face. “Someone like you is exactly who I’ve been waiting for, Kaeli. You give me everything a man needs: peace and a sense of belonging. You’re all I need, Kaeli. How don’t you see that?”
My heart just doesn’t race; it runs right off the track, flipping and tripping on its way at his words, spoken in a hoarse voice. His words sound like a steaming cup of coffee on a rainy day, strumming a chord in my heart that I long buried.
“You want me?” I confirm.
He gives me the most brilliant of smiles. “Only you, Feather.”
With that, he claims my mouth in a bruising kiss, just like his words claimed a part of me, a part of my bleeding heart that’s been hurt before.
Tugging him close, I return the favor. I consume him as much as he consumes me. Thanking him with that kiss. Accepting him in that kiss. Hoping that this is real in that kiss. Praying that he won’t break my heart like everyone else did in that kiss.
“Fuck, Feather. You’re surreal,” he breathes into my mouth. Pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, I direct him to the crook of my neck, filling the room with my greedy moans.
He assaults my neck with his hot, wet mouth. Biting, sucking, licking, and kissing my sensitive and abused skin.
Ezra picks me up and takes me to his bedroom, fucking me into the night. And even though my pussy is sore, it’s still hungry for his cock to fill her up.
I’ll never get tired of having sex with Ezra Moore.
Thirty Nine
Kaeli
The next morning, I’m fidgeting in the passenger seat as Ezra drives us to the arena for the meeting with the higher-ups.
His hand falls on mine, giving me a comforting squeeze. “It’ll be okay, Feather. I promise.”
I gaze at the city, blurring and mixing together, unable to match the speed of the moving car. Worrying my bottom lip, thinking what if this is what will become of me, a passing moment in time, insignificant among the number of people who strive to make a name for themselves.
My contribution lost in the sea of larger fishes with deep pockets and far-reaching connections to back them up. My heart plummets at the thought.
“Why do you call me Feather?” I ask to distract myself, before I induce a panic attack, before we even face the people who hold my future in the palm of their hands.
He grins and gives me a quick glance before looking back on the road. “You’re gonna have to wait to find that out.”
“Wait for what?” He shrugs, enjoying teasing me a little too much.
Before I can torture it out of him, Ezra pulls up in front of our destination.
I freak out and turn to him to tell him that I can’t go in. But he tilts my chin and crushes his lips to mine, silencing the thoughts running rampant in my brain. I lose myself in the kiss and forget about my surroundings.
By the time he pulls back, we’re both panting. I look into his glazed eyes, and I’m sure mine are no different.
“Now, you’re ready to show them who’s the boss,” he encourages me, the pad of his thumb brushing the apple of my cheeks in a soothingmotion.
Hypnotized, I nod. Determined to stand up for myself, I turn to open the passenger side door. Like always, Ezra beats me to it as he climbs out and rounds the car, waiting for me in seconds.
I slide my hand in his. He doesn’t drop my hand even when we enter the arena, and every soul present abandons their work to gawk at us. He walks proudly beside me, bestowing a smile on me that assures me that no matter what, at least I’ll have Ezra by my side.
