“Fuck!Not so fast ...”
She pauses, sensing that I'm on the edge, and starts to slowly drag her tongue along my length.I fist my hands in her hair, and watch her savoring me so perfectly, as she licks from the tip to my balls and back again.
She’s wrecking me completely.I growl again, and she changes tactic; sliding her mouth over me and taking me in deeper, until I feel the back of her throat.
I fall back against the couch, eyes rolling back.She speeds up, pleasuring me faster, and harder.Lapping me up as I rest my hands on her head, which now bobs along to a set rhythm.I can't hold back any longer and I come in her mouth.
I'm floating, in another dimension.It takes a while for the pleasure to abate, for my body to come back to itself, for me to focus on the world around me.
Maya still kneels between my legs, having savored my cock in a way I will never forget.She looks up at me, lips moist, eyes soft, and I pull her gently to her feet.She climbs onto my lap, sitting astride me, my head resting against her chest as her arms wrap around me and mine circle her waist.We stay like that, breathing each other in, my heart racing, pulse pounding.
“I didn't know what birthday gift to get for the man who has everything,” she whispers.
I lift my head and look at her, gratitude tightening my throat because she's given me a gift I'll never forget.
“And so I gave you ...this.”
“Thank you,” I murmur as she lowers her mouth to mine.I kiss her, long and deep, and hold her in my arms like she’s the most precious person in the world to me.
Chapter 29
MAYA
My mom calls the next morning, just as I come out of the shower, with wet hair and slightly damp skin covered in a white fluffy oversized towel.
“When are you coming to visit?”she asks gently.
Guilt washes through me, because I haven’t called her in a while, and it’s been months since I last visited her.I always managed to visit her once a month.But then Zach came along and …
“Soon,” I tell her, trying not to squirm when Zach unfurls my towel.I squeal.
“Who is that?”she asks.“Where are you?”
My cheeks redden.I don’t want to lie, but also, I’m with the son of her enemy and it doesn’t sit right.Especially when she tells me she misses me, and worries about me, and asks if Katherine has been nice to me.
I assure her that she has, because Katherine truly has been a different woman lately, ever since that phone conversation I overheard.Her sharp brittle edges have softened, a little.
I don’t tell my mom about Zach.I don’t tell her I’m stepping back into the world of the Knights.
Guilt slathers all over me, long after I hang up, and Zach is on his knees, my legs over his shoulders, thighs wide apart, letting him feast on me hungrily.
***
We spend the next few days together, hiding our relationship at work, but as soon as we get back to the apartment, work and professionalism disappear.We belong to each other, body, heart and soul.
Being able to go to his party has shifted things between us.I asked Zach to meet me at the diner because I missed him, and because I could see that he wasn’t convinced by my flimsy excuses.I wanted to do something to make it up to him.
But his father not being there has changed everything.A world without Paul Knight is so much easier to navigate.I'll be able to go to the party, and I'm glad, because it makes Zach so happy.I get to do the right thing by him without worrying about breathing the same air as the man who quietly ruined our lives.A man who never paid a price for his depravity and deceit.I won’t have to steel myself for his voice, his cutting gaze, his slimy smile.I won’t have to think about how he must have trapped my mother that time in the library, and how he must have looked at her, like she was something he could take.
This means that the original gift I had in mind will now have to wait.I'd planned something that had been almost ours once.I’d wanted to recreate something small, but precious, and real; something we’d talked about but had never gotten around to doing.Years ago, on the Knight Estate, we’d planned to go down to the boathouse by the water just before dawn.Zach said the sunrise was a thing to see.I remember kissing him then because which teenage boys marveled about sunrises?
That’s when I knew he was different.Special.That’s when I knew I was lucky to have him.But we never got around to doing that because we left the Knight Estate in a hurry.
No goodbyes.
Nothing.
We’ll take the sunrise boat ride on another day.
