Back then she expected more from him. Tonight she didn’t expect anything but what he was currently giving her.
Pleasure.
He released her nipple with a wet pop and lifted his head. “Wanna eat your cunt.”
Everything inside her quivered at his blunt words. She wanted that, too, but warned, “We’ll need to be quiet. He’s right across the hall.”
“My mouth’s gonna be fuckin’ busy so it ain’t me who’s gonna have a problem bein’ quiet.”
He was probably right. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said she used to wail loud enough to wake his biker brothers. But they had been adults used to hearing that kind of thing; a three-year-old might get scared when his mother screamed.
Jackknifing off the bed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Can’t bury my face in your pussy without you bein’ naked.”
No, he couldn’t.
She studied him as he shrugged out of his cut and laid it over her dresser, then worked on removing his boots and socks. Once they were gone, he stared at her with a cocked eyebrow.
Shit, she had gotten distracted. For a valid reason. She quickly peeled her leggings down. Once she stood there in only her oversized T-shirt, she paused, squeezing her eyes shut.
Her body was not the same as the last time he saw her naked. Besides hitting her thirties, the pregnancy had changed her.
A stomach pooch remained. Some stretch marks now decorated her breasts, hips, and stomach. Her thighs and ass also had a few dimples that hadn’t been there four years ago.
She shouldn’t care about his opinion of her body. If he didn’t like it, he could leave.
Unfortunately, she did care.
This was Zeke. The man she used to love.
The jingle of his belt buckle when his jeans hit thefloor had her looking over at him again. Unlike her, his physique hadn’t changed. If anything, he had more defined muscles, probably from all the time he had to lift weights in prison.
Once he tugged his T-shirt over his head, she scanned his torso. She took in the tattoos covering both arms from shoulders to wrists. She didn’t need him to turn around to know what filled his back. The most important and meaningful ink on his body.
Now naked, he stalked back to her while fisting his cock. “What the fuck you waitin’ for?”
“I—” She swallowed down her nervousness as best as she could. “I’ve changed.”
His head twitched. “Whatya mean? You got a dick now?”
She rolled her eyes. Okay, her T-shirt hid her crotch, but really? “No, Zeke, I don’t have a dick. What I have is a son.”
His eyebrows stitched together. “Yeah, met him, babe. Don’t get what you’re sayin’.”
Of course he wouldn’t. He hadn’t been around when her pregnancy took a toll on her body. “Things change when you have a baby.”
He stared at her. “Yeah, your tits are bigger. So’s your ass.”
Nice.
“Ain’t a complaint. Likin’ it.”
“You haven’t seen me naked yet.”
“No fuckin’ shit. Standin’ here with my dick in my hand waitin’. Any fuckin’ time now.”
“Zeke…”
He released his erection and, without warning, yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it over his shoulder. Now she was completely exposed.
