Leaving at Noon (14 page)

She watched him watch her, moving her hands
from her hair to caress down the length of her torso, making his
erect cock twitch painfully. Then she smiled, closed her eyes and
stood under the fall of water, rinsing away the shampoo. It washed
over her shoulders and breasts, slid down her belly and thighs and
disappeared into the bathtub.

God, those tits. He wanted to pull the rosy
tips into his mouth and suck on them until Zoey moaned.

Theo rinsed his mouth, tossed the toothbrush
aside and yanked open the shower door. With water streaming over
her head and body, she opened her arms. Theo stepped into them,
helping himself to her mouth before she even offered it.

She was ready for his kiss, her lips soft
and parted, her tongue warm and wet. The spray from the shower
splattered over his head, drenching him, and he had to close his
eyes against the downpour.

But losing his sight only made his other
senses stronger. The sweet, herbal scent of his shampoo filled his
nose, and the smooth skin of her back and ass tantalized his hands.
The velvety seduction of her tongue as she stroked it against his
sent hot chills racing down his spine.

He’d made love to her not four hours ago, in
the still of night. He’d come hard enough to fall into a comatose
sleep after. Yet here he was, as starved for his wife as he had
been in the early hours of the morning.

His good intentions to fall to his knees and
taste her sweet cunt fell to the wayside. As did his desire to soap
up his hands and slide them over every inch of her naked skin. Theo
didn’t have the patience or willpower for foreplay. Not when he
needed Zoey this badly.

He slanted his lips over hers, plundering
her mouth. Zoey always called this kind of kiss the
Ultimate
.
For him, it was more like the point of no return.
There was no stopping now.

A soft whimper echoed through the
bathroom—hers. Nails dug into his back, and she rocked against
him.

Theo bent his legs, bringing them hip to
hip, so when she rocked she drew her slick pussy lips over his
cock.

Jesus, fuck.

Good. So good
.

He clasped her ass, pressing her closer,
increasing the friction and the pressure. But as good as it felt,
it wasn’t enough. Not for him, and obviously not for his wife. She
hitched her knee to his hip and wrapped her arms around his neck,
climbing up his body. Theo helped, lifting her up and sliding her
pussy over his erection as she wound her legs around his waist.

He didn’t release her mouth, not for a
second. He kissed her with the ravenous hunger of a starving man.
With the expert precision that came from years of practice, Theo
backed her against the wall at the same instant Zoey impaled
herself on his throbbing cock.

He fucked her like that, with hot water
cascading over his neck and shoulders and slick heat encasing his
dick. He should have slowed the pace or fought for control, but
Zoey was bucking her hips, thrusting down on him as hard and as
fast as he drove into her.

Her beautiful breasts pillowed his chest,
her pebbled nipples stabbing into his skin. She tore her mouth from
his, gasping, and Theo dragged in huge mouthfuls of oxygen.

“
Babe…” Her chest heaved.
“Harder.”

Theo pistoned into her, slamming his hips
against hers, pushing his cock higher and higher.

Her arms tightened around his neck,
squeezing him.

“
Harder,” she urged,
bouncing frantically.

Christ, her cunt felt like heaven, hot and
tight and slick. His balls grew heavy, and impossibly, his dick
hardened further. He was so aroused, so fucking turned on by Zoey’s
wanton, sexy ways.

“
Fuck me.” She nipped at
his chin. “Make me come.”

Theo rammed into her, bottoming out. He
couldn’t get deeper. His eyeballs rolled to the back of his head at
the surge of pleasure, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from
losing it. Over and over he drove into her, as deep as he could
get.

Zoey’s cries bounced off the shower walls.
“Close. God, so close.”

Not as close as him. With his orgasm
torpedoing down on him at rocket speed, Theo shifted his hands. The
cheeks of her ass were spread invitingly, and he slipped a finger
between them, finding her anus and circling the tight ring.

“
Oh God.” She bounced ever
harder.

Theo plunged a finger inside her.

Zoey cried his name and broke in his arms,
her pussy spasming around his cock, her ass clamping down on his
finger. He drove into her harder, faster, once, twice, until the
ecstasy was too much, the sensation overwhelming. For the second
time in hours, Theo came, belting streams of come into her scalding
pussy.

He roared as his orgasm hit, the release so
intense it felt like he’d blown off the top of his head.

And when it was over, and Zoey had lowered
her shaky legs to stand on her own feet, Theo held her tight, his
arms as firm as jelly and his breath heaving from his chest. It
took long moments before he came back to himself. Before the spots
cleared from his vision and the haze from his mind.

And when they did, he kissed her again, a
long, hot, sensual kiss that went on and on and on, and ended only
when Zoey sighed contentedly in his arms. When he was sure she
could balance without holding her, he took the soap, slicked his
hands and stroked them over her shoulders and back, massaging her
muscles and enjoying the satiny smoothness of her skin.

She began that sensual hum of hers when he
soaped up again to wash her breasts. He spent forever making sure
they were absolutely spotless.

Zoey’s hum was more of a happy giggle by the
time his now soap-free hand found its way down to her belly and her
pussy.

He slipped a finger inside her swollen
cunt.

This!

Oh yeah. This was his guilty pleasure. His
jerk-off fantasy—and yeah, he’d jerked off plenty in front of her,
fantasizing. Fingering his wife after fucking her. There was
nothing quite as satisfying as feeling his come inside her.

Playing with her engorged pussy after he’d
fucked her did his head in. It turned him inside out and brought
the spots and the haze right back. Theo spun her around, facing her
away from the shower—clear of the spray—and pressed his front to
her back. Then his fingers were back, strumming her clit, spreading
her lips, spearing inside her.

Zoey dropped her head against his shoulder.
The humming began again, louder than before. Her inner walls
pulsed, and thick liquid coated his fingers.

Theo’s now-soft dick stirred. He loved how
easily his digits slid in and out. And when more fluid coated them,
he couldn’t help himself. He dragged those fingers over her clit,
painting her with his come inside and out.

Zoey writhed against him, rocking her hips
as he stroked. He caressed her slick folds and swollen lips with
his fingers and pressed against her clit with his palm.

God, she was so wet. And so fucking sexy.
Zoey enjoyed their post-sex ritual almost as much as Theo did. Soft
noises of pleasure spilled from her lips.

With his free hand he caught her chin,
turning her face to his. He kissed her like that, with her head on
his shoulder, his chest pressed to her back and his hand on her
pussy. He kissed her as she writhed and rocked and oozed his come
onto his fingers.

And he kissed her as she stiffened, gasped
and came all over again. His satisfied groan was lost in the heated
depths of her mouth.

When the last of her shivers stilled, Theo
gently washed away the final traces of their excitement from her
body. Then he turned off the taps, picked up his wife, climbed out
of the shower and carried her back to bed.

Tomorrow they could talk. Today they were
playing catch-up on every intimate minute they’d missed over the
last five months.

“
I preferred our start to
the day yesterday.” Zoey grunted as her shoes hit the path in
steady footfalls. Breath rasped from her throat, and her chest
burned. Muscles she hadn’t used in forever screamed their
disapproval as she and Theo ran through the Noosa National
Park.

“
Keep up, babe. Another
two kilometers, and we’re done.”

“
Yeah?” She panted.
“Newsflash. I’m done now.”

Theo flashed her a sexy grin, his dimple
making her heart thud even harder. He’d finally shaved, leaving his
cheeks smooth and sexy looking. And his dimple exposed to her
hungry gaze. “You can do it, Zo. You’ll feel better for it.
Promise.”

Jeez, how come Theo could talk with no
problem, and she could barely muster up the breath to gasp? “I’d
feel better if I was still tucked up in bed, asleep.”

“
If you’d spent the night
with me, we could still be tucked up in bed together.”

“
So that’s what this is
about? Punishment for leaving you high and dry last
night?”

Theo glanced at the ocean. “I’d have been
happier if you’d stayed.”

Zoey didn’t respond for a couple of minutes,
gathering the energy to talk and searching for the right words. “We
needed the distance, Hughesy.”

He shook his head. “Wrong. The last thing we
need is distance.”

“
Things moved too quickly.
In a heartbeat, we went from yelling to ripping each other’s
clothes off.”

“
And your point
is?”

“
My point is, sex doesn’t
fix everything.” She heaved in air. “No matter how good it
is.”

Theo’s grin was back. “It was pretty damn
good.”

“
It was spectacular.” She
and Theo had gone at it like rabbits yesterday, from sunrise to
sunset, stopping simply to snatch snippets of sleep between
vigorous rounds of heavy petting, delicious foreplay and heady
fucking. Her muscles ached as much from their lovemaking as they
did from the run. “But it doesn’t fix everything that went
wrong.”

“
Nor does running away. If
you’re not with me, we can’t fix anything.”

“
I’m with you. I’m just
giving us space to breathe.”

“
I don’t want the space,
Zo. It achieves nothing.”

“
It gives us time to
think.”

“
About what?”

“
Us.”

“
We’re all I’ve thought
about in months.”

Breathless, Zoey didn’t respond.

“
Your habit of running
away when the going gets tough freaks me out,” Theo
said.

Habit?

She navigated around a patch of beach sand
with a rock in its center. “Would you rather I’d stayed, and we’d
started fighting again?”

“
No. I’d rather you’d
stayed and we’d talked through our shit. I get so frustrated—” Theo
snapped his jaw shut, as though midsentence he’d changed his mind
about what he was going to say.

“
You get so
frustrated…when?”

He shook his head.

“
Theo, talk to
me.”

He swore out loud.

“
If we’re going to patch
things up, we have to start by communicating openly,” Zoey stated,
using her firm voice.

“
You’ll take it the wrong
way.”

“
I can’t take it the wrong
way if you don’t say it.”

“
It’ll upset
you.”

She squared her shoulders. “Is that what
you’re trying to do?”

“
No.” Theo stopped running
and turned to face her, his expression both solemn and
sincere.

Thankful for the break but uneasy about his
thoughts, Zoey stopped beside him.

“
Upsetting you is the last
thing I want to do. But it’s still going to piss you
off.”

She expelled a slow breath. “Spit it out.
I’m braced for the worst.”

“
Okay.” His lips pursed
before he said, “I get frustrated when you act like your
mother.”

Zoey’s spine stiffened. Obviously she wasn’t
braced for the worst, after all.

“
Just…hear me out.” Theo
lifted both hands to placate her. “I’m not comparing you to her. I
swear.”

As much as Zoey wanted to cross her arms in
front of her chest, her symbolic way of blocking out Theo and his
words, she didn’t. He wasn’t intentionally being cruel, nor was he
using his malicious tone, the one that made her hair stand on end.
He was facing her openly and honestly, and if the look in his eyes
was anything to go by, he was terrified his opinions would cause
her pain.

She waved him on.

“
I know you hate her. I do
too.” He hated her almost as passionately as she did. The last time
they’d seen her mother, maybe two years ago, Theo’s eyes had
smoldered with fury as she’d made one critical comment after
another about Zoey, her job and their home. Theo had stood up,
opened the door to their home and asked her to leave. He’d also
suggested she never blacken their doorstep again. The bitch had
taken him at his word. “But you spent eighteen years living with
her. Her behavior had to rub off on you in some way.”

Zoey grimaced, loath to hear the rest.

“
Your mother’s way is to
take off when things get rough. She did it with what? Three
husbands? Four?”

“
Four.”

“
Four husbands and a
handful of boyfriends. She can’t deal with stress or crises, so
instead of facing them head-on, she leaves. It’s her pattern.” He
grimaced. “The thing is, every time she left, she took you with
her, teaching you to cope under pressure in the same
way.”

Zoey shook her head, automatically denying
Theo’s insights.