Falling for Jillian (17 page)

“Zack,” she whimpers.

“That’s right, Jilly. Mine.” I lean in and lick her, from her opening to her clit and back down again. “This is
mine.
”

I push two fingers inside her and press my tongue to her clit, barely moving it back and forth to give her just a tiny bit of friction. Her hips buck and she grips my hair in her strong hands.

“Oh my God!”

“Whose pussy is this, Jilly?” My fingertips brush over that rough sweet spot and I feel her tighten around me like a fist. My cock twitches in anticipation, throbbing with want for her. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yours,” she whispers and moves her hips, trying desperately to make me increase the friction against her clit, but I pull back.

“Say it again, Jill.”

“Yours,” she repeats, stronger now.

I wrap my lips around her clit and pull gently, and my fingers increase speed, fucking her harder. “Again.”

“Yours!”

“Fucking right,” I growl and then pull on her clit again until she comes violently, bucking and trembling, panting, chanting my name.

I stand and drop my jeans, then pull Jill off the bed and into my arms again.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeys, wraps those toned, slender legs around my waist and arms around my neck and kisses me for all she’s worth, not giving a shit that her juices are still all over my mouth.

I groan against her lips and push her against the wall again, pull my hips back, and slide home, impaling myself completely inside her. With her eyes level with mine, I pin her in my gaze as we both gasp for breath.

“You are mine, Jillian. Do you hear me? Mine.”

“Yes,” she sobs as I begin to move in hard, quick strokes. This isn’t soft and slow like before, it’s hard and urgent, and I know exactly what I’m doing.

I’m claiming my woman.

My cock is harder than it’s ever been, pulsing and throbbing inside this amazing woman. Every time I pull back, she whimpers.

“Dragging against your sweet spot, sugar?”

“God, yes!” Her legs tighten on my hips as her pussy clenches around me.

“Do not come yet,” I command. Her eyes burst open with surprise and she bites her plump lower lip. “Not yet.”

“Please,” she whispers and circles her hips again, almost frantically. “I’m almost there.”

I plunge inside her and stop abruptly, holding her against the wall with my body, filling her with my cock. I watch her for a moment as her breath heaves in and out, pressing her hard nipples against my chest.

“Zack.”

“Yes, Jilly.”

“I need to fucking come!” She makes a small fist and gently pounds it on the top of my shoulder in frustration. “Please.”

I hook an arm under her knee, cup her ass with my hand, opening her wider, and push against her even more tightly.

“I love the way you feel wrapped around me,” I murmur.
“I love the way you taste and smell. I can smell how fucking turned on you are. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

She shakes her head. I pull back then slam home again, making her cry out.

“It makes me fucking crazy. It makes me want to fuck you all night long. Would you like that, Jilly?”

“Yes!”

I begin to pound in and out of her again, my pace quicker now. She’s so fucking slick, her wetness pouring down over my cock and balls, and her entire body is clenched around me like a vise.

She’s fucking amazing.

“Oh my God, Zack, please, I can’t wait . . .”

I watch her face in awe as she begins to succumb to her release. “Do it, baby. Come.”

Instead of screaming like I expected, she grows silent, bites her lip, and her body is racked with shudders as she pulses and contracts around me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My spine tingles and balls lift as I surrender to my own release, rocking into her. She cradles me in her arms as I bury my face in her neck and come harder than I can ever remember coming before, my entire body stiff, feeling like it’s going to turn inside out.

After a few long moments of us clinging to each other, supported by the wall, Jill giggles softly.

“We made a mess.”

“We’ll clean it up.” I brush a few strands of her hair back from her face. “You’re mine, Jilly.”

“I get it.” She grins and kisses me softly. “And you’re mine, soldier.”

“Damn right.”

Someone is nibbling on my neck. I stretch under the soft sheets and smile sleepily, not opening my eyes yet. Zack’s pressed to my back, leaving damp kisses down my shoulder, then back to my spine. His hand drifts down my arm to my hip, up my side, then around to cup my breast.

I moan softly and wiggle my hips, pressing against his hard erection.

“Good morning, sugar,” he whispers against my ear. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mm.”

He pulls me onto my back and smiles down at me. His dark hair is mussed and his big brown eyes are heavy with sleep. The dimple in his cheek winks at me.

“You’re gorgeous in the morning,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, and just that press of lips to my skin has my body on full alert. My hand glides from his naked hip, up his side to his shoulder.

“You’re sexy all the time.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Doubtful.”

“I love this dimple.” I rub it with my fingertip, enjoying this lazy, relaxed time with him. We don’t get it often. “I love when you smile at me like this, because you don’t smile very often.”

“I seem to be smiling more and more now that you’re in my life,” he replies softly. His fingertips are tracing small circles around my belly.

“I love your arms,” I continue. “They’re strong. And your tattoo is supercool.”

“
Super
cool?” he asks with a grin.

“I’ve been hanging out with Seth a lot,” I say and shrug. “I love your flat abs and this line right here.” I trace the V in his hip and watch with fascination as he bites his lip and holds his breath. “Is that sensitive?”

“You tell me,” he whispers and repeats the motion on my own hip.

“That . . . tickles.” I wrinkle my nose at him and gasp when he does it again.

“You know what I love about your body, sugar?” He kisses my cheek, then effortlessly moves over me, covering me with his large, hard body. He rests his
cock against my folds, his pelvis against mine, and his elbows at either side of my head. “I love your big blue eyes. They can make me feel like the only man in the world, or they can cut me to the core, in just one look.”

He kisses my lips and pushes his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp. Dear sweet God, he’s good with his hands.

“I love your ass. I thought I was going to have to kill Josh and the other guys last night when you were showing off your jeans. You have an ass that’s just the right size for a nice handful, and fuck me if it doesn’t look amazing in jeans.”

“So you’re an ass man.” My voice is raspy and heavy with desire.

“I’m not finished,” he replies and kisses down my jawline to my neck. “I love your hands. They feel amazing on me. They can be comforting and gentle, or they can grab onto my hair and clench so tight I don’t think you’ll ever let go.”

His words are intoxicating. My body is humming, moving slowly beneath him. He’s rocking his hips, sliding his cock between my wet folds, and continuing to massage my scalp while kissing his way down my neck and across my collarbones.

“But Jesus, Jilly, your pussy is just fucking amazing.” He pulls his hips back and then slides deep inside me and when he’s seated completely, he drags
his lips up my jawline back to my lips. “You fit me perfectly. Like you were made for me.”

He moves leisurely in and out of me. The only sound in the room is our panting breaths as we slowly make love, as though we have all day to explore each other’s bodies.

I cup his face in my hands and bring his lips down to mine to nibble and tease, until he kisses both of my palms, laces his fingers with mine, and pulls my hands up over my head. He keeps them there as he begins to move more quickly, his eyes pinned to mine, and I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

He presses all the way in and rocks his pubis against my clit and grins as he watches me begin to come apart beneath him.

“Yes, baby, come.” He kisses my lips and nuzzles my nose. “Come for me.”

And I do. Quietly, intensely, the orgasm shakes through me, and as my pussy is gripping him in the throes of my release, Zack follows me, grunting with his own climax.

We lie still for several minutes, caressing each other’s bodies, kissing shoulders and cheeks and palms.

“When do we have to be downstairs for brunch?” he asks finally.

“At ten thirty,” I reply softly and glance over at the clock. “We have about an hour.”

“Good. We need a shower.”

“We took a shower last night.”

He cocks a brow. “I’ve dirtied you up at least three times since then.”

“Good point.” Before he can move away to lead me into the bathroom, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly to me.

“Baby?” He hugs me back, but his voice sounds a little confused. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just think this might be one of the best moments of my life, and I want to take a minute to enjoy it.”

“God, Jilly, you destroy me when you say shit like that.” He rolls us to our sides and tucks me more securely against him, rubbing my back soothingly and kissing my forehead.

“We need to get in the shower,” I remind him with a whisper.

“It’ll wait. This is more important.” He kisses my forehead again and takes a deep breath. “You’re always more important. Don’t ever forget that.”

“So what is everyone doing for Christmas?” Cara asks. We’re back up in the penthouse, seated around a huge dining room table and too stuffed to move after the incredible brunch Grace and Jacob provided. I’m not ready to have to go back down the mountain yet. “It’s less than a week away already!”

“We’ll be at our mom and dad’s,” Jenna replies. Brad and Max both nod. Hannah yawns, catching Brad’s attention, and given the hot looks that pass back and forth, I can’t help but wonder what’s going on there.

“What are we doing for Christmas?” Grace asks Jacob with a frown.

“I may have something up my sleeve, darling.” He winks at her and all of us girls sigh at the romance of it all.

“I think that accent is what gets you all of the attention,” Josh comments. “I mean, I could say to Cara, ‘I may have something up my sleeve, darling.’ And she’d say, ‘You forgot again, didn’t you?’ ” He shakes his head in disgust as we all laugh.

“You’re probably right,” Ty agrees.

“Aye, the accent works. He’s full of the blarney, he is!” Grace giggles as she attempts the worst Irish accent any of us have ever heard.

“I’m not Irish, love,” Jacob reminds her and kisses her forehead.

“You two are too adorable.” I wrinkle my nose and tilt my head. “I’m happy for you. Okay, what are you doing for the holiday, Hannah?”

“I’m working,” she replies with a sigh. “People don’t stop having babies just because it’s a holiday.”

“Surely your office isn’t open,” I say.

“No, but I’ll be on call for labor and delivery. I’ll probably be at the hospital all day.”

“We’re having Christmas at the big house, right, Zack?” Cara asks and nibbles a strawberry.

“Absolutely, and I wanted to ask you all a favor. I was hoping everyone could stay Christmas Eve at my place. We have more than enough bedrooms. That way, you’ll all be there Christmas morning.”

“Are you sure?” Ty asks. “Lo and I can drive out both days.”

“No, we want you there.” Zack glances down at me and leans in to whisper in my ear, “You’ll be sleeping in my bed, sugar.”

I feel my cheeks heat as I give him a subtle nod.

“We can get started on Christmas dinner early that way too,” I offer. “Cara, can we use your oven for the side dishes?”

“Great idea!” she agrees excitedly. “This is going to be so fun.”

“What are we doing Christmas Eve?” I ask the boys.

Josh and Zack share a wide smile and Ty’s eyes widen. “The fire pit!”

“Yep,” Zack confirms.

“What about the fire pit?” I ask with a frown. “Wait. You have a fire pit?”

“You’ll see, sugar.” He kisses my temple and smiles down at me.

“This has been so fun,” Jenna says and smiles at all of us. “It’s so good to see you guys.”

“Thanks for inviting us up,” Josh agrees.

“It was our pleasure,” Jacob says. “You are all welcome up here anytime.”

“We should go check in on Seth,” I murmur to Zack. Josh and Ty both hear me and toss me surprised glances. Zack nods and kisses my hand.

“It was good to see you all,” he says sincerely. “Happy holidays.”

“Happy holidays!” The gang all waves as we stand to leave.

“Did you really have fun?” I ask Zack when we’re in his truck and headed down the mountain.

“I always have a great time with you, sugar. Thanks for being patient with me.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it patient.” I chuckle and squeeze his hand in mine.

“Come back to the ranch with me.” It’s not a question.

“Are you cooking dinner?” I raise a brow and feel my lips twitch.