Night after night, he gave everything he had toher.
All of his energy:her.
All of his semen:her.
All of hislove:fucking HER!
I thought the day that tiny little white stick read pregnant, it would finally be the end. I would have my handsome man back to do with as I pleased, wherever I pleased. I’d had enough of “sharing” him with the bitch, even if it was for the sake of having a child.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zane
Three days. We ended up spending three more days in New Orleans, basking in the light of the girl we finally get to call ours. I would love to say we have multiple pictures and experiences of taking Bear to see all the sights and tourist attractions, while diving into the world famous Louisiana cuisine, but the truth is—we don’t.
Not a single one of us ended up leaving the hotel room the entire time. Hell, Mik didn’t wear a single article of clothing the whole three days, as we all explored her in’s and out’s—mostly the in’s.
Driving back to the airport this foggy Tuesday morning felt bittersweet. I wasn’t ready for our little adventure to end. To go back to the reality of our home, jobs, and worries. In New Orleans, nothing mattered but each other. What if it was nothing more than a lust-crazed fantasy that we shared? An escape, a distraction, and when we get back, everything goes back to being the same as before we left?
I’ve been watching the clouds as they float past the window of the plane for fifteen minutes. Lost in my inner battle of worry, until someone’s tapping me on the shoulder.
“Mmm?” I mutter, not really paying attention.
“Zane?” The person inquires, but I still don’t really hear them. “Earth to Zane?” Comes again, and this time, I register it enough to turn around. Mik has taken up the seat beside me, legs folded underneath her as she cocks her head to the side.
“Hmm, sorry. What’s up, Bear?”
“Where’s your head at?”
I blink at her, questioning myself on how to respond. Should I tell her the truth? That I’m worried this is all some sort of pipe dream, that when we land she’ll poof into a cloud of smoke and disappear into the sky above. Will she laugh and think I’m ridiculous, if I tell her that losing her a second time might literally be the thing that breaks me?
The concern in her eyes deepens the longer I withhold an answer and before I know it, she’s up off her seat. Grabbing me by the elbow, she drags me towards the back of the plane where the single bedroom is located. Not even sparing a glance at the others who are bouncing between looking at our spectacle and one another. The door flies open and she brings me inside, closing it behind us before we’re both sitting on the edge of the bed. Her body twists, one leg propped up on the bed so that she can face me, as she grabs my hands, holding them between hers.
“Hey, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Are you having second thoughts? Regrets?” Though I can see the slight tremble of her lip and flicker offear in her eye, she puts on a brave front. Trying to catch my eyes as she questions to see if I’m okay.
“What?” I sit up straighter, staring back into her orbs of green and kicking myself for making her worry. “No… no! God, of course not!” I stammer, my voice catching and cracking. Her shoulders visibly relax, eyes softening at the knowledge that I’m not changing my mind.
“Then what’s going on?”
I take another second to compose myself, before trying to explain the thoughts that have been running through my head on a loop. This woman means everything to me and now that we’ve gone as far as we have, I don’t think I can go back to how it was. I can’t sit here and pretend I don’t know what it feels like to have her lips wrapped around my cock, or be buried deep within her cunt. To go back to a friendship where I can’t kiss her freely, or cop a feel when I want to.
Mik listens quietly through my entire explanation, even when I double back on myself trying to make sense of it all. She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t ask questions, just sits beside me stroking the back of my hand with her thumb while waiting until I’m done.
I’m still fucking rambling at this point, even starting to repeat myself I think, but I don’t know how to make it stop. The words keep tumbling out, sentence after sentence, like a waterfall. It’s even starting to confuse me as to what I’m trying to say, but still, she’s patient and unwavering in her support. When the stuttering begins, and sentences are starting to sound like a bad DJ playing his first event, she moves with a speed I never managed to register. Climbing into my lap, she straddles my legs and places her finger over my lips. Silencing me for the time being. It’s like she sensed the spiral in progress and forced it to dissipate.
“Shhh, Love,” she whispers breathily, sitting inches away from my face. “Let’s get one thing clear right from the start.”
Her hands move, gliding through my hair and to the back of my neck as her fingers scratch gently at my scalp. A guttural moan that I have no control over leaves me, and the tiniest curl forms on her lips. My head tilts back, her hands fisting my locks and tugging. It feels like home, like she’s melting away the tension in my mind with the tips of her fingers.
“This,” she utters, wagging her finger between us. “This is happening, and I have zero plans on stopping.” With that, she leans in, placing a gentle kiss to my nose, then my cheek, before moving again to the corner of my mouth. She’s teasing me and with every soft touch of her lips, my cock jumps, knocking against her pussy.
“You. Are. Mine. Zane Mathers.” Her hips roll, grinding her core against my length and she nearly purrs into my ear. “As I am all yours.”
My hands move, sliding against her back and under her shirt, grabbing onto her shoulders and bringing her face to mine. Our lips meld together, a tangle of power and intensity, as we kiss each other like it’s our first time. My hands drop, palming her ass and giving her a light spank for the earlier tease. A little gasp escapes, and it gives me all the access I need to shove my tongue down her throat.
Heady groans rumble from her chest as I stand and place her on her feet once again. We never separate, but our patience has run out. The need for one another, to feel one another, reigns supreme over everything else and clothes begin to fly across the room.
When we were kids, I used to poke fun at her shortness. She was always smaller, but nearly rivaled the rest of us in height, that is, until we all hit puberty. Kade took off like a fucking Amazonian tree, shooting upwards so fast I wasn’t sure it was natural. Max, Ryder, and I weren’t far behind, eventually towering over Bear like her own personal canopy. Even though she’s taller now than she was at fifteen, she’s still over a foot shorter than all of us. And where teenage me would have a hay-day with the difference, adult me… well,fuck.I love it.
