“You’re already all I see,” she whispers, her eyes trekking down my body.
She slides her hand down toward my shorts, but I clasp her wrist, stopping her. “You don’t have to. This was about you. Not me.”
She sinks to her knees on the floor, pulling my legs down over the edge of the bed. “I’m not leaving you with a raging boner, and you’re not the only one who wants a taste.”
My cock jumps in my boxers, and she smiles, tugging my shorts down my legs. Flinging them aside, she rubs her hand back and forth over my boxers, against my straining cock, wetting her lips with her tongue. “Fuck, Rock Star. You hiding a snake in there?” Her lips quirk in amusement.
“Take them off and find out.”
Grabbing the end of my boxers, she yanks them down, and my cock springs forth, hard and already leaking precum. I’m so aroused I’ll probably come the instant her hot mouth takes me in.
“Shit. I was only joking. Didn’t realize you actually were hiding a snake.”
I smirk. I’m well hung, what can I say?
She lifts a brow, grinning as her tongue darts out, lapping up the cum seeping from the tip of my cock. I groan, my cock throbbing with need. She licks up and down my shaft while fisting her hand around the base and stroking me slowly. Stars burst behind my eyes, and a familiar tingle starts building at the base of my spine. “I’m not gonna last long, baby.”
Opening her mouth wide, she draws me inside, gliding her lips up and down my length while continuing to pump me at the base. I jerk my hips forward, grabbing the back of her head as I fuck her mouth, my balls tightening, spine tingling as my release builds. “Now, baby.” I attempt to pull out, but she suctions on, working her mouth and her hand harder and faster, and I detonate, shooting hot streams of cum down her throat. She doesn’t let go, milking my climax until she’s swallowed every last drop.
“Fucking hell.” I haul her up into my lap, circling my arms around her as I kiss her glistening lips. That was the best damn blowjob of my life. Tasting my essence on her tongue has my cock hardening underneath her ass again. “I’m never going to get enough of you, baby. I’m already insatiable, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“We could rectify that now,” she says, moving her hips and repositioning herself so my cock is at the right angle to sink deep inside her. And it’s tempting. So fucking tempting. But I can’t make love to her until she knows the truth. Until she knows who I really am. The irony is I have enough courage in this moment to tell her everything, but we can’t have this conversation now, not with the surprise I’ve got lined up for her later, so, reluctantly, I slide her off my lap, seating her beside me.
“When we fuck for the first time, I intend to be inside you all night,” I say, pulling her hand to my lips for a kiss. “We don’t have time now, but soon, baby. I promise.”
* * *
“Oh my God!”Zeta shrieks when I return to the house from the airport later that night with my surprise in tow. Kayla and her fiancé, Gage, trot in after me, eyes bugging as they take in my place. Kayla races toward her friend, and they fling their arms around one another, hugging it out, screaming and crying.
“I think I just lost hearing in my eardrums,” Gage deadpans, holding his sleepy son, Lennon, in his arms.
I chuckle. “I’m glad Zeta has a friend like Kayla and that I could do this for them.”
“Yeah, and thanks, man. Kayla was so excited all week. She’s really missed her.”
The doorbell chimes, and I leave Gage with Micah and Gar while I go to grab the takeout I ordered.
After we’ve eaten, I take Kayla and Gage over to the guesthouse, introducing them to Scott and Linda. I was happy for them to stay in the main house, but Linda has all kinds of baby paraphernalia here, which makes it a better choice. Gage stays behind to get Lennon settled into his crib while Kayla comes back to the house with Zeta and me. Gar and Micah have cracked open a few beers, and we sit outside chatting until the early hours.
When we finally depart to bed, Zeta and I waste no time undressing one another, and we spend hours getting properly acquainted with each other’s bodies. Sex is still not in the cards, but we find plenty of inventive ways to make each other come, and I drift off to sleep feeling happy and sated.
“Does he really have to come with?” Zeta pouts the following morning, with her hands on her hips. “I mean no offense, Mike,” she rushes to assure my bodyguard, “but I don’t think we need protecting. We’re only bringing the baby for a walk, and we’ll do a little window shopping, maybe grab some ice cream. I doubt we’ll be in any danger.”
“There’s no point taking any chances,” Mike politely replies. “And I’ll be discreet. You won’t even know I’m there.”
“Baby.” I pull Zeta into my arms, peering into her eyes. “This is nonnegotiable. This is my life, and you’re a part of it now. You can’t go out alone anymore. There are plenty of crazies out there, and I won’t risk your safety.”
“No one even knows who I am to you, Ryder. And this is the Hamptons. It’s hardly the crime capital of the world.”
“Please, Zeta. I don’t want to fight with you about this. You only have the weekend with Kayla, and I want you to enjoy it. I won’t be able to relax if you go out unprotected.”
Her features immediately soften. “Fine. I don’t want you to worry.” She kisses me quickly, but I latch on, grabbing the back of her head and deepening the kiss, worshiping her mouth with my lips and my tongue, needing her to understand how much she means to me.
“My ovaries just exploded watching that,” Kayla voluntarily supplies. “If I can’t have any more babies, I’m totally blaming you.” She prods her finger in my chest, but she’s grinning.
“I think you’re good, Kayla. Gage’s super spunk won’t let you down,” Zeta says, winking.
My face contorts at my girl mentioning another guy’s jizz, but she just laughs. “See ya later, Rock Star. Try not to miss me too much!” She swats my butt, and they both laugh as they exit the kitchen with baby Lennon in his stroller and Mike faithfully holding up the rear.
