“I didn’t avoid talking to you,” I defend myself and she rolls her eyes.
“Can we not just take it a day at a time?” she asks me. “I mean, what if I don’t even like you out of bed?”
“What if I don’t like you out of bed?” I counter her question with her own question.
“That’s impossible,” she retorts. “Refer to my previous statement that I’m ninety-nine percent better than any of the women out there.” I laugh at her now. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who was so mature about things, yet carefree. “I’m twenty-five.” She looks at me while she says it. “I just moved to a brand-new city. I started a brand-new job. I just got out of school. I’m not looking to run off with you and get married just because you can do me properly.” I glare at her. “What? We have great sex. We can’t dispute that.”
“I’m not disputing that,” I quickly add to the most mature conversation I’ve ever had with a woman.
“So why don’t we just go day by day, and if it gets to be too much for either of us, we’ll reevaluate,” she raises her eyebrows, “because let’s face it, you could be too clingy for me.”
“Is that so?” I ask her.
“Zane, I’m fucking fabulous.” She points to herself, and I laugh. “Now, I’m not going to say you were stalking me”—she takes some more ice cream and puts it in her mouth—“but I’m not not saying it. How did you know where I live?”
I walk around the island and she watches me, her hair flipped to the side, the soft waves framing her face. I pick her up by her waist and place her on the island. She opens her legs so I can step in between them. I grab the spoon from her and she snatches it back, putting some on the spoon and then feeding it to me. “See? Perfect.” She points to herself once I take the ice cream off the spoon. The cold ice cream hits my tongue as she takes another spoon for herself.
“When my house had to be gutted, Kirby told me about this house,” I tell her. “I came to take a look at it. I was going to take it but?—”
“Too small for such a big man.” She reads between the lines. “I get it.”
“I guess you do,” I say. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
“Because you didn’t deserve to speak to me.” She doesn’t let any of my actions slide. “I gave you a week and you did nothing with that week.”
“I wouldn’t say I did nothing,” I state as she feeds me another spoonful. “I thought about doing something.”
“I’m thinking about doing something right now.” She tilts her head to the side. “It has to do with my mouth and your cock.” She smirks. “Oh wait, not going to do it.” We both laugh. “Maybe in a week.”
I reach up to hold her face in my hands. “If it’s any consolation,” I say softly, “I really, really wanted to do something about it.”
“If it’s any consolation,” she counters and I can just imagine the snark that she is going to come up with, “I bought three vibrators, and blew them all.” She holds up the hand without the spoon and holds up three fingers. “Deep throated all those motherfuckers.” She winks and I laugh and pick her up. “Zane,” she squeaks, laughing when I throw her over my shoulder, “the ice cream.” It drops to the floor, along with the clang of her spoon. Her robe falls from her ass as I move my hand up and slap her bare cheek. “Zane.” She laughs as I walk to the bedroom.
“Time to show me how much you practiced with those fake cocks,” I tell her, bending at my knees and tossing her on her back. I pull down my pants, my cock springing free. “Take off the robe,” I demand and she quickly tosses it to the side, unsnapping her bra and throwing it over her shoulder. “Hands and knees,” I direct her, “ass in the air so I can play with it while you take my cock.”
She grips my cock in her hand and looks at me, licking the head of my cock. “Fuck, you’re even beautiful on your knees for me.”
“I know,” she sings at me, “but now I’m more beautiful because I have your cock in my mouth.” She takes me halfway inside.
“What am I going to do with you, Victoria?” I ask her as I move my hips to fuck her mouth.
“I can think of a couple of things.” She grins as she takes my cock to the back of her throat and wiggles her ass side to side.
An hour later I’m on my back, she’s collapsed on my chest, and my cock is still buried inside her after she rode me. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. “I have to get rid of this condom,” I remind her, and she grumbles as I roll her to the side and her eyes barely open. I get rid of the condom, clean up, and bring out the rag. She lies on her side. “Open your legs for me, baby,” I urge softly. “I’ll clean you up and you can go to bed.” She opens her legs and I toss the rag to the side afterward.
Sliding into bed with her and pulling her close to me, I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
The soft ping of my email sounds in the distance with the subject line.
Urgent meeting Sunday 10 a.m. at the arena.
fifteen
Victoria
Sleep tears away from me as I blink open my eyes, seeing the soft glow from outside coming into the room at the side of the curtains. I snuggle deeper into the bed and wrap the covers around me more as I close my eyes until the urge to fall back asleep passes. I open them back up and look across the room, finding the bed empty. I reach out, feeling the bed cold. I get up on my elbow. “Zane,” I call his name and listen for any noise, but the silence is almost too loud. I toss the covers off me and get up, snatching up the black silk robe before I go out into the kitchen and find it empty.
“Wow.” I stand in the middle of the living room that opens up to the entire house, finding it empty too. “This is why you shouldn’t have opened the fucking door last night.” I turn back and head toward the bedroom, the sheets in disarray show you two people definitely slept in the bed, though his side looks like he snuck out of bed like a snake. “Asshole,” I grumble and shake my head, pushing down the way my stomach sinks.
