Zander’s thrusts grow harder and erratic, and then he lets out a roar and he shoves into me one last time. I feel him releasing inside me and it drives my orgasm even further.
I don’t know how much time passes - hell, I think maybe we totally stepped out of space and time for a moment - but slowly, we both start to come back to earth. With a groan, Zander collapses over me, though he’s careful not to put his full weight down and squash me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on as we catch our breaths.
“Holy shit,” he grumbles, pressing his face against my neck. “That was incredible, Wildcard.”
“I might have reached Nirvana for a moment,” I joke, earning me a rough chuckle.
Zander lifts his head and smiles down at me before he presses a kiss to my lips and slowly pulling himself out. A small twinge of soreness makes me wince.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, climbing off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, feeling a moment of panic. Is he leaving? Again?
“Just to the bathroom,” he assures me.
I force myself to relax as he disappears into the bathroom, only to reemerge a few minutes later. He’s gotten rid of the condom and cleaned himself up, and he’s holding a wet wash rag in his hand.
“Relax,” he gently orders when he starts to wipe the warmth cloth between my legs. It’s soothing and eases some of the ache his rough fucking has left behind.
I sigh, relaxing into the mattress. No one has ever taken such tender care of me like this before. I could get used to this.
Once he’s finished cleaning me up, he climbs back into the bed and wraps his arm around my waist to pull me against his chest.
“That’s better,” he sighs, the picture of contentment as he relaxes against the pillows.
Licking my lips nervously, I glance up at him. “You’re staying?”
I hate how anxious I sound… how nervous I feel. My mind can’t help but think back to what it was like waking up alone in Miami. I’m scared of feeling that way again.
He looks back at me with a furrowed brow. “Hell yeah I am. You don’t expect me to go back to the couch after that, do you?”
I feel a wave of relief wash over me. He speaks with such confidence… there’s no room for doubt.
Thank God.
I give him a teasing grin. “I suppose I’ll let you sleep here. For tonight, anyway.”
He snorts. “How generous of you.”
But he pulls me closer and I snuggle into his side, smiling as I listen to the steady beat of his heart as he drifts off to sleep.
This is good. Definitely different from last time. I feel confident that when I wake up, he’ll still be right here with me.
I sleep like the dead, and when I wake up the next morning, I still have a smile on my face. Last night was… wow. So good, and my body is definitely feeling the workout Zander put me through. It’s so much more than the morning after the wedding. Then, my pussy was a bit tender and sensitive, but this morning there’s some deep, delicious soreness and I feel well-used.
Stretching, I murmur, “Damn, I don’t know about you, but I am sore. In a good way, though. Maybe you could massage out some of the kinks you gave me last night?”
I roll over, expecting to a find a giant, warm, solid man lying next to me, wearing his arrogant smirk.
My heart drops and my smile disappears, however, when I find the other side of the bed empty and cool to the touch.
Zander is gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: CLEARING THE AIR
RYLEE
