“Yes!” I cry out, feeling the pressure building in my belly. My pussy flutters, and I can’t help but tense up again. He grunts loudly, almost as a yell, and his movements stall for a moment. I grunt in aggravation as I plummet away from the edge once again.
“Fuck! Don’t squeeze me like that yet, or I’m going to ruin this perfect ass before you come…”
“Don’t you fucking stop!” The hand on my stomach pulls me closer and he starts again. Rougher. Harder. He pounds into me, and it throws me right back on the edge. “Oh, my God! I’m going to come!”
“Come right. Fucking. Now!” he demands in time with his thrusts, and I do, like the submissive bitch I am. I explode at his command, clenching around him so tightly that I shake, and fireworks burst behind my eyes. Everything turns black for a moment, but his tight grip keeps me from slipping into heaven.
He moans so loudly that it echoes against the walls, and he trembles against me as he comes hard. My legs buckle and threaten to give out, but he holds me against him as his hot cum spurts into my ass. He slips his hand from my pussy and plants itto the wall, seemingly holding himself up as well. The hand that lays on my belly starts moving softly, caressing the soft skin as he buries his face in my neck.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” he asks like a warning through harsh breaths, and I nod, whimpering as he starts to retreat. It stings a little as he starts to slip free, but it’s bearable for now. Tomorrow is going to be a different story, though. “You did so good, baby girl. So fucking good.” The moment he’s all the way out, he moves his supporting hand to my ass and lightly massages the hole—smearing his cum. I hiss from the sudden bite, but don’t pull away. “Are you okay?”
I take a moment to blink the remaining stars from behind my eyes, and nod lightly.
“That was exactly what I needed. Thank you…”
He leans down and kisses me softly, but there’s a hint of urgency behind it, like it almost killed him to wait any longer. His forehead rests against mine as he pulls back, and he does that cute little nose-nudge thing that makes me swoon.
“Baby, it should bemethankingyou. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” He shakes his head and chuckles tiredly. “We both might need to crawl to bed.”
I can’t help but giggle. It may not seem like a big thing, but the fact that I can still pleasure him like this after everything we’ve been through makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine. It would kill me if our fire ever faded, but he does a damn good job of proving that it never will.
The rest of our shower only takes a matter of minutes, and it’s clear we’re both running on fumes now. I don’t even bother washing my hair, and he quickly scrubs himself before he helps me do the same—all while keeping me on my feet. I feel lighter, like if I were to actually slip, I wouldn’t fall at all. I would just float. However, the ache lingers just under that flighty feeling, and I know that the bliss is only temporary.
But, God, it was so worth it.
Once we’re done, he steadily leads me out and wraps me in a towel before carrying me to bed.
“I’ll lay down with you for a bit, and then I’ll finish up the list while you take a nap, okay?” he whispers, promising to fix everything like he always does. I nod in response as he brushes the hair from my face and settles in beside me. He looks down at me so tenderly, like I’m something he truly cherishes, and I’m not sure I’ll get used to that either. My heart skips a beat every time he looks at me like that, and the light behind those kaleidoscope eyes reminds me that they only shine for me.
I must be smiling, because his lips curl in a soft, sweet grin as he leans down to kiss my forehead. The touch is so tender that it’s a wonder how he has a violent bone in his body. He drapes the blanket over us just before he wraps his arm around me, and his heat immediately seeps into my skin. The eerie chills from today fade away, and it’s not long before I’m melting into his embrace. What happened with Zeke still lingers in the back of my mind, and I know when I wake up, it’ll all come flooding back, but this little slice of us is exactly what I needed to get through it.
Chapter 9
Damien
The Next Day
My gaze keeps drifting to the clock on the office wall, and I sigh, finally relieved to see the time hitting noon. After we brought Zeke home last night, he went straight to sleep, and Ashia’s been taking care of him all morning. Thankfully, there’s not much to take care of. He’s not an infant, but he’s still a little groggy from the medications they gave him at the hospital. So, when he’s asked for something like a drink or food, Ashia has tried to get it for him. I, of course, haven’t let her lift a finger today because of how sore she is.
The thought makes me smirk to myself, and fuck, if I’m not hard all over again. If she wasn’t hurting today, I’d probably try to take her again while Zeke is asleep.
He’s supposed to nap around midday, which makes him sound like a fucking kid, but the psychiatrist said he needs lots of sleep. I hate having to treat him this way, and the thought of having to do so turns my sudden arousal into anger. Does he need to be supervised and watched like a hawk? Absolutely—but this feels wrong, even though I know he isn’t himself right now.
He does seem a little better, though. It could be because of the anti-depressant cocktail they gave him at the hospital, but I’m surprised with how cooperative he’s been. Normal Zeke would’ve laughed in Ashia’s face if she told him what to do, but since the moment we got him in the car last night, he’s been strangely compliant. It could be the meds, or it could be because she’s the one that found him, and he doesn’t want to upset her any more. He does care deeply for her, and I’m sure that fact is weighing heavily on him.
Once we finally went to bed last night, Ashia was able to talk about the scene when she first arrived, and what he said to her when he woke up. I hope most of his decision was influenced by the alcohol, but I know exactly how he feels and what went through his mind.
Ashia isn’t dead, but not long ago I thought she was, and I couldn’t bear it. Those few minutes felt like an eternity in hell, and I decided right then and there that I wasn’t going to live without her. Zeke is clearly stronger than I am, because he’s still holding on. At this point, it’s probably more for Ashia’s sake than his own, but sometimes, you have to live for others before you can live for yourself again.
My home office is a little sparse since we had to clear everything out, including the alcohol, but it’s working out nicely today. I wasn’t going to leave Ashia alone with the task of taking care of him, but unfortunately, there’s still a lot of work that needs to be done. It feels wrong making decisions without Zeke’s input, but he doesn’t need distractions right now. He needs toheal as best as he can, and dealing with what we need to isn’t going to help him with that.
Which is why Satori, Kade, and I are meeting in my office here at home and not at the Attic. We can’t trust Zeke around firearms, and the Attic is like the Costco of weaponry. A part of me really wants to believe that his attempt was a one off and that he realizes the mistake he made, but we’re not taking chances. Not only is he my wife’s brother, but he’s one of my best friends, and I won’t lose another.
I can’t.
“Okay, so all of the non-disclosure agreements have been signed by our men, and the contracts that you all put together have been sent over for them to review before we sit down with each of them,” Kade says confidently, and I nod in acknowledgment. “What did you want to discuss about privileges?”
“Everyone’s role comes with certain clearances and access to our system. If they’re ground men, they won’t be able to update the map, location toggle, or anything like that. That’s strictly for those with higher authorizations. It’s in the new files we made for the men.” I hand most of them over to Kade, and less than half of the stack to Satori—just to continue to prove my point.
