ZEKE (14 page)

“Then,” she starts to move around the coffee table, she stops in front of me, spreads her legs, settles down onto my lap, and rests her hands on my shoulders, “why haven’t you?”

I sit forward, grab her wrists, and yank her to me. Her bare, luscious tits slam against my chest. Her emerald eyes widen. She gasps. “No more questions, Lurlene.” My fingers tighten around her wrists. “Believe me, sweetheart. You don’t want me to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she says, drawing her hips forward, my stiff cock chaffing her soft pussy, “I do.” Her head lifts, eyelids lower, and her lips brush against mine. “Now,” she opens her eyes, licking her lips, “my hour’s not up yet. So kindly release me, resume your position, and prepare to obey my every command.”

“Lurlene,” I grit, restraint waxing and waning.

“No more questions, Zeke, I promise,” she says, the look in her eyes convincing and yet challenging.

Hell, she beat me at Madden. I’m not going to let her win this game as well. I will stay strong. Keeping my steady eyes connected with hers, I release her wrists and grip the back of the sofa.

“Thank you,” she sweetly says as she works her hands beneath the bottom of my shirt. Her warm palms slide upward, waking my flesh. “Lift your arms,” she commands, and I do as instructed, allowing her to remove my shirt. She tosses it onto the coffee table and turns around. Unable to stop myself, I brush the back of my hand along the outer curve of her breast. “Uh-uh,” she waves a finger at me, “hands back on the couch.”

“Yes, ma'am.” I smile, reaching for the edge of the sofa. I shift my pelvis forward and roll my hips, pressing my raging hard-on into her with each measured circle. I’m in control here. And even though I’m not going to fuck her, I got no problem playing with her.

She draws a finger down the middle of my chest and swirls it around the tat on my lower belly as she reads the words, “Ride the Lightning.”

“Yeah,” my eyes flash to hers with a smile, “and there’ll be no riding the lightning today, sweetheart.” I smirk with conviction.

“No?” She moves from my lap, sliding down to her knees between my open legs. She looks up at me, her fingers finding the button of my jeans. She pops it open. My heart slams against my chest as more blood rushes to the tip of my cock.

“No.” I clench my jaw.

“Okay.” She pulls my zipper down, reaches in, and wraps her hand around me. My fingers clutch the sofa. My ass muscles tighten. “No riding then.” She withdraws my hard flesh and before my brain has a chance to tell my mouth to speak, her lips slide over my pulsating head.

“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as though what I can’t see isn’t really going on. It’s okay. I got this. It’s just a blowjob. It’s not as though I’ve never gotten one before. I’ve had plenty of ...“Holy shit!” My fingers dig deeper into the cushion. What did she just do with her tongue? My back arches. My hips thrust. I need to feel that amazing shit again. Her mouth cases me and as she comes back up, her tongue flickers along the length of me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. She grips the base of my cock. Her other hand slips into my jeans and she cups my balls, regaining all control. I’m lost to her, lost to every sensational touch. My pelvic rolls as I pump my dick in and out of her exquisite mouth.

I feel the build. It’s too quick. It’s happening too fast. Motherfucker, I’m ready to blow.

“Babe,” I say, voice cracking as I try to hold back but the pressure continues to escalate. My sack heavy and full, needing some release. I grab her head and pull her back. “Stop!” One hand around my cock and the other messaging my balls, she looks up at me, licking her wet swollen lips. “Fuck, if you keep eating me with those hungry eyes, I swear,” I tilt her head back further, “I’m going to shoot my cum all over her face.”

Another sweet smile touches her lips. “Please kindly place your hands back on the couch.”

“Lurlene, if you−” I try to warn but she cuts me off.

“Zeke,” she snaps, eyes slanted.

“Fuck it.” I shake my head, lift my hands, and grab the sofa.

“Thank you,” she says. Her full wet lips turn up. “I don’t want your cum on my face.” Her hand tightens around the base of my cock as her head lowers. “I want it in my mouth,” she says, slipping her silky lips around my cock.

The second my ears hear the words come out of her, my body reacts. I’m so fucking ready to give her what she wants. I grip the sofa like it’s a steering wheel, I push my foot into the floor like there’s a brake pedal there, and I try to remain in control, but I know nothing that I do will stop from me crashing. The fight is over. She has won. I toss my head back ... and I tap out. I blow my load, and she takes all that I have to offer into her grasping mouth.

Paralyzed, I sit there trying to catch my breath, quiet my moans, and recollect my cool. It’s my fault that I lost it; I shouldn’t have held out for so long, should’ve gotten laid weeks ago. I press the pad of my shaky hand against my forehead. The ringing in my ears from the orgasm subsides.

Fuck!

I hear a rustling sound and open my eyes. Saving me from getting up from the sofa and ravishing her body, she’s almost dressed. I didn’t even feel her leave me. She pulls her shirt over her head and turns to slip her feet into her shoes. I grab my cock, stuff it safely back into my jeans, and zip that fucker away in my pants before she turns back to me.

She reaches down and picks up her purse. “I’m not done with you yet, ya know.” She walks over to me.

I follow her as she comes to stand in front of me. “No?” I look up, trying desperately to hold an unruffled smile.

“No. I plan to break every single one of your rules, Zeke Declan, and the way I see it, I’ve already broken three.” She leans down and touches the tat on my belly. “Just one more to go.”

“Yeah,” I half-chuckle, “Ya think you’re going to ride the lightning more than once?”

“Oh, I know that I am,” she says, drawing her finger up to my chest stopping at my chin. She tilts my head up. “But that’s not the rule I’m talking about.” She bends down touches her lips to mine, and then walks away.

I laugh. My shoulders drop. My muscles relax. I hear her heels hitting the wood planks as she climbs the stairs. Part of me is relieved that she’s going while the other part of me wants to jump up from the sofa and go after her. I laugh again, thinking about what she said, breaking all of my rules. I did call her, we did go out on a few dates, and she managed to get into bed with me for an entire night. So, yeah, she broke the no sleepover rule too. She mentioned one more rule but besides not fucking the same girl twice. Well, that’d mean she’s talking about the no virgins rule... a rush of cold realization runs through me. I glance up at the stairs just as her slender ankles and shoes disappear. I hear the door shut. Wait. There’s only one way that she can actually break my last rule. She’d have to be a ...

I shoot to my feet, taking the coffee table with me. No! I raise my arms, whipping the table across the room. The wood breaks as it slams against the wall. I feel it right to the bones. “Fuck!” I fist my hands, trying to hold back the rage building within. “Fuck!” I won’t. I can’t. No! I’m not like him. I’m not a monster! I will not take it away from the only woman I’ve ever cared about. I refuse to take her innocence ...

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Okay,” Jax comes strutting into the kitchen, “which one of you assholes broke the coffee table in the basement?” His eyes rock back and forth between Slate and me.

“Wasn’t me.” Slate sits down at the table next to me. “I haven’t gone down there since Rayna locked me up in that place.”

“Bad memories?” I smirk at Slate.

“Fucked up ones, yeah.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. It’s good to see him eating real food again.

“You’re welcome,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Fuck you,” he says, just before tilting back his bottled water for a swig.

“You needed it, dickhead. You needed her. Jax and I couldn’t get through to you,” I say in a more serious tone.

“Whatever.” He sets the water down. He’s sober but remains hard and won’t talk about it. I’m hoping with time that’ll change.

“Well, if it wasn’t you,” Jax breaks in, “then it had to be you, fucker.” He nudges me.

“Yeah,” I stand up and walk over to the garbage can. Not hungry, I toss out my half-eaten grilled cheese that Slate made me. “I’ll fix it.”

“What the fuck?” Jax stops my exit from the kitchen with a firm hand to my chest.

I push his hand away. “Said I’ll take care of it.”

“Hey, maybe Zeke’s the one who needs a little intervention now.” Slate laughs behind me. “Ya know we could lock him up down in the basement with that Lurlene. Maybe, she can break him of his multi-pussy addiction. What do ya think, Jax?”

Jax stands in front of me, ignoring Slate’s jab. “What’s going on,” he asks. Just then, his cell rings, saving me from answering the question. Jax’s eyes narrow as he swipes his cell screen and pulls it to his ear. “Yeah?”

The doorbell sounds. I go to answer it. “Yeah.” Jax jabs a finger into my shoulder as he nods, again stopping my exit. “Let me check with Zeke.” His eyes remain on me as he talks into the cell.

“I’ll get it.” Slate shoots up from the chair to answer the door.

Jax clicks off the cell and tosses it on the table. “Tommy Bigs canceled tonight, Slate’s already scheduled to fight, and it seems like you got some shit going on that maybe you could work off in the ring. Want me to put you in Tommy’s spot?”

“Sure.”

“You okay?” He jerks a rough chin at me.

I nod. It’s not as though I can talk to Jax about my issues. Shit’s been with me for years but no one knows about it. And as fucked up as it all is, I can’t bring myself to let the monster live in my reality. I need to keep him locked away in my dreams. That’s where he belongs. He’s my monster. I can’t let him hurt anyone else.

“Ya know,” Jax’s eyes lighten, “all bullshit aside, I’m here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good.” He grins. “Now, get your ass downstairs and fix that fucking table.”

“You got it, buttercup.” I pat his ripped stomach muscles, glad we’re moving past all this feelings shit. Man, the new Jax, the one with Emmie is turning him soft. I head down the stairs and start to pick up the broken table.

Fuck. I’m gonna need to plaster the hole in the wall.

“Hey,” Rayna says, coming down the stairs.

I set the table against the wall and walk over to her. I’ve always liked the girl. Her and Slate dated for like five years in school. So, of course, she was off-limits, and not trying to get in her pants made it real easy to talk to her. Besides Rusty, and well Addy, of course, she’s the only other woman that I’d ever call my friend.

She glances at the busted table. “What happened?”

“What?” I grin, hitching a thumb back. “You and Slate didn’t do that when you had him hog tied down here?”

“No.” Her nose scrunches.

I laugh at her dramatized appall. “What’s up?” I wink, attempting to evade the whole table thing.

She sets her hands on her hips. “That’s what I want to know,” she sasses, head flouncing with every word. “You,” her chin joists at me, “and Lurlene?”

“Me and ...” I pause, getting what’s going on here. “You did that? You put her on me, didn’t you? What the fuck, Rayna.”

“I knew she’d like you, and that you’d like her. I mean, what’s not to like?” She smiles, apparently pleased with her cupid skills. “She’s awesome.”

“She’s a fucking virgin!”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “You, ah ... never mind.” She waves a hand at me. “That’s okay.”

“No. It’s. Not.” I take a deep breath, trying not to go all motherfucker on her ass.

“No, really,” she says, shaking her head, somehow about to defend what she’s done “She’s−”

“Stop.” I lift my hand and Rayna’s mouth snaps shut. “Keep her away from me, Rayna.” I point at her and again her mouth goes to open. “I mean it.” I lean down and look her straight in the eyes. “You keep that fucking girl away from me.”

“Zeke!” Her eyebrows dip together. “Why are you acting like this? What happened between you two?”

“Nothing, and that’s exactly the way I plan to keep it. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt,” I say, walking away. “Leave it alone, Rayna.”

“Zeke!”

I make my way up the stairs. Unlike her usual nonstop meddling self, she actually lets me go.

A few hours later, Rayna apparently didn’t adhere to my warning. When I walk into the bar, I find her, Emmie, and Lurlene huddled around a table. Rayna sees me, smiles, and gives me a half-assed, five-finger wave. I sneer at her, and then I catch Lurlene’s glistening emerald eyes. I hold on to them for a few seconds but can’t read what they’re saying. And I’m a good eye reader. Shit. The woman fucks me up. I’d like to say it’s been a slow, gradual slip, but damn, the fall was fast and hard. Like nothing before, I want her. Just looking at her my chest gets heavy. She’s my game. She’s my win. Like when I’m in the ring, something flips on and everything lights up inside of me, and that’s when I know that I got the fight. She makes me feel like that, makes me feel the lightning. It’s the best damn feeling in the world, reminds me of my dad, of my childhood, of everything that I once loved. All those things that I cherished that are now gone because of me.