I didn't know what was sexier. Being inside him or watching how much he enjoyed me being inside him. It didn't matter. All that mattered was he was here, I was here, and we could both be together forever and ever after and we could keep doing this for time immemorial.
Pleasure throbbed against my taint, and I barely had time to tame it before it burst out of me. I convulsed, ached and tensed up as my soul left my body, filling Zach to the brim with my load.
He dropped down on top of me and locked lips with me and I no longer cared about the pain throbbing in my body. I wrapped my arms around him and held him there.
"I love you, Zach. I love you, baby," I said.
"Me too," he all but moaned and it made my cock jerk inside him as if threatening us with more good times.
I craned my neck and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Will you stay here? Please?" I asked him before the thought even managed to form in my head.
"I am here, silly," he answered, smiling softly.
"No," I said, sternly. Seriously. "I mean stay here. Don't go back to your apartment. Stay here. Move in with me. Will you?"
Zach let out a deep breath and blinked a few times.
Then, he beamed.
"Yeah. I mean, I'll move in with you if you're sure?"
I sighed.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
THIRTY-SIX
ZACH
It was weird, being back in my apartment, after everything that had happened. All that time I'd stayed at Dare's, I kept missing home, kept wanting to come back to my things, all the stuff I'd accumulated whilst trying to build a life for myself and now that I was here I felt...nothing.
I expected for the fear to creep back in. After all, I'd seen Victor outside my window, had felt the past come back at me in this very apartment but I was fine.
Well, as fine as one could be after killing their ex. It had been four days since it happened, and I still hadn't wrapped my head around it. I still couldn't believe what had happened—how it had happened. So I didn't even know how to feel. But I did know that I felt more at ease being on my own, walking the streets of this island because I knew he could no longer hurt me. That didn't mean I wasn't waiting for the moment when I'd wake up and have a full-blown panic attack over putting a bullet through Victor's head. I hoped being prepared for it meant I could handle it when it happened.
If it happened.
Dare had said it himself—the world had one less monster in it and Victor was just that. Maybe he'd worn a disguise before, for a long time or I'd had wool over my eyes and couldn't see it, but he had been a monster. And I'd be damned if I mourned him one second more than I had to.
As I put all my baking trays in a box that was far too weak to handle the weight of my equipment, there was a rap on the front door. A week or a month ago a knock would have sent me spiraling but now, it was just…normal.
"It's open," I said.
The door cracked open and a little blond flurry of excitement marched right through, dashing through the living room and launching itself right at me.
"Zach!" he said.
I groaned from the impact of Bear's little body jumping up at me and I chuckled.
"I missed you, little bud," I told him and hoisted Teddy's young nephew up on the kitchen counter.
"I missed you too. Do you have cake?" the young boy said.
I laughed. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had changed in the past month. When Teddy and Bear moved in next door the young kid had been a shy bundle of insecurity and grief. Now he was a confident little boy. At least with me. I was sure having two beautifully reliable people in his corner had helped and that was exactly what Teddy and Wesley were to a kid who had lost everything he'd ever known.
"Let me see what I can whip up," I told Bear and took a baking tray out of the box while Teddy walked into the kitchen. "Why aren't you at school, little bud?"
