Stand Of Honor (8 page)

As the movie came to an end, she stood up to stretch.

“Did you like it?”
she asked as she stretched her arms in the air, causing her shirt to rise slightly and push her breasts forward.

He was staring at her chest when he replied, “Yes, I liked it.
Nice choice.”

As she started to bring her arms down, he put his hands on the side of her hips and pulled her down on top of him.
She ended up straddled over him, gazing down into his eyes. He leaned up to kiss her, and she parted her lips, inviting him to deepen his kiss.

The kisses started softly at first
with him kissing her lips then her neck, working his way to the exposed skin at the vee of her shirt. She felt her nipples harden when his lips grazed her breasts. As he worked his way back up her neck, one of his hands went around her body to grasp her ass as his other hand squeezed her breast.  She felt the excitement shoot through her body. He was touching her in all her sensitive spots at the same time while his lips were driving her crazy with desire. Her body reacted to his slightest touch.

She started to move her body back and forth across his dick as they
began to kiss again. Melanie had never been shy and didn’t intend to start now when Zane had finally decided to make a move.

The kisses became more intense as the hand playing with her breast moved to
her hair. He grasped a handful and pushed their open mouths even harder together as their tongues played with one another. The hand holding her ass slid even further down until he could run his fingers across her crotch, the thin material of her pants keeping him from touching her flesh. She heard herself start to moan in frustration.

Before she could slide her body back and forth again, he lifted her
up, tossing her back onto the couch then covered her body, his mouth finding hers again. Melanie wrapped her legs around his waist as Zane started to work his way down her body. Her shirt had risen up to right below her bra, exposing her midriff. His mouth lowered, kissing her bare stomach.

When he had partially lifted himself off her, she took the opportunity to pull off his shirt
, yearning to touch his body. She leaned up to kiss his chest then took one of his nipples in her mouth, slowly circling her tongue around it until it got hard.

She heard him groan before he lifted her up and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.
He looked down at her body that was wearing a thin pink sports bra, her nipples straining against it. He took her breasts in his hands, giving them a rough squeeze. She felt her body thrusting up towards him as his fingers slid into her sports bra, jerking it up and off. He ran the back of his fingers across her hard nipples before taking one into his mouth, sucking the nub until her stomach tightened into a ball of need.

He maneuvered his muscular body back down to lie on his side beside her as one of his hands started rubbing over her clit outside her pants.
She felt the sensations shoot through her body as he started to flick her nipple. Her hips drove upwards, meeting his hand as it slide down inside her pants. He moistened his fingers from her wetness then went back to playing with her clit, stroking it until she started saying his name over and over again. Each stroke brought him closer to that bundle of nerves within her that she desperately wanted touched. When his movements shifted from playing with her to easing a finger inside of her, Melanie shifted her body down so that he could go even further inside of her.

“Zane, please…” Melanie knew she was about to climax.
She wanted to touch him, yet she couldn’t reach him in their current position; the tight confines of the couch and Zane’s large body restrained the freedom of her movements. Giving up trying to reach his dick, she used her body’s movements to drive Zane’s own desire higher. Her plan backfired when her body began pulsing as she came apart on his skilled hand.

“Oh
, my God, Zane—” Melanie couldn’t finish, she was out of breath. Her half-lidded eyes just barely caught his expression of stark need staring back.

Zane had definitely known what to do to make her toes curl. Melanie
realized that she wanted to take care of him, too. She sat up and shifted their bodies around until Zane was on his back. She then leaned down to kiss him on the neck and slowly kissed her way down his chest. She recalled the night in the club when she’d thought about feeling his chest muscles under her hands.

She
rested back on her knees between his legs to look down at his body.

“That night at the club, before I knew who you were,
I was thinking about how good you looked, I wanted to touch you, to see how your body would feel under my hands, and if it would be as good as my imagination had been conjuring up,” Melanie whispered to him while she rubbed her hands over his chest, over his hard abs, and then slightly brushed her fingertips across the top of his cock under his shorts. She smiled when she heard him hiss. She continued, “I knew I had to get you away from those other women.”

She grasped his dick in her hand over his shorts. This time it was his turn to thrust his hips upward.
She continued to run her hand up and down his hardened length then moved her hands to the band of his shorts. She started to tug them downwards and he lifted up to assist her in taking them down below his ass. She stood up so she could pull both his shorts and underwear off his body.

She looked at his naked body and
sucked in a deep breath. He was perfect. Glancing at his face, she saw the desire in his eyes. She climbed back on top of his body, making sure her breasts rubbed across his chest as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. She wiggled free from his grip, kissing down his chest to his stomach as she let her breasts graze across his body.

When she reached the tip of his penis, she licked the top of it and watched it jerk in response before her mouth returned
, taking him deeply into her mouth to moisten his dick.  She leaned back and grasped his wet dick in her hand and started to stroke him.

“T
hat feels good,” Zane moaned as his hips surged, as she continued to slide her hand up and down his length.  He reached up to touch her breast.

She bent over
, letting him have control of her breast, gripping him in her hand. He groaned again, reaching up to squeeze her other breast with his free hand.  She leaned into him to allow him easy access to her breasts and heard herself moan as her nipples hardened between his fingertips as she watched him finish in her hand.

When he was done, his heavy breathing told her she wasn’t the only one to
have enjoyed herself. Melanie smiled. This was by far the best experience she had ever had and they hadn’t even made it off the couch. Hell, she still had her pants on. She giggled to herself.

“Why are you laughing?
” Zane asked gruffly.

Melanie laughed even harder at his disgruntled expression. She didn’t imagine very many women had ever laughed at Zane when his pants were down.

“I was laughing because I was thinking about how amazing this was and I still have my pants on.” Melanie gave him his due.

Zane looked at her and laughed
, too. “I will definitely remedy that next time we’re together.”

Melanie was thrilled at hearing the words “next time.” She was happy he wasn’t rushing her into the bedroom. It just proved how right she had been about him
; he really was a nice guy.

“So are you ready for the next movie?”
he asked with a grin.

Oh
, good grief. She had forgotten about Piranha 3DD.

“Sure, why not?”
Melanie replied. It was her guilty pleasure and now she could share it with someone that wasn’t going to judge her for it. She hopped up from the couch, using the napkins to wipe off her hand and handing him the extras.  She put her top and bra back on as Zane redressed.

She
put the movie in, then curled up next to him, still trying to figure out why he had decided to change his mind about keeping their relationship on a professional level. She wasn’t complaining, yet a small seed of doubt in the back of her mind was niggling at her that she might be reading more into his actions than he’d intended. One thing was for sure, Zane would find out she wasn’t the type to let him call all the shots.

Chapter 11

Zane was working the heavy bag in the back of the gym
, thinking about his first night with Melanie. The thought of her lips and the way she’d come continued to run through his mind. There was something so honest and pure about her responses.

H
e needed his ass kicked for being selfish and changing his mind about becoming involved with her. Now was not the best time.

He knew spending more time with her was a bad idea, but he had come to admire her no-holds-barred attitude. Melanie didn’t have a fake bone in her body. To Zane it was refreshing. He could understand her surprise when he asked to watch the movie with her, but he was tired of fighting her allure. He thought perhaps spending more time with her would be the answer. He thought that maybe he could learn to manage their attraction if he allowed himself some time with her or it would douse the fires that were keeping him awake at night. 

He was wrong.  It only ignited those fires even more. He already knew he was fucked. He should never have attempted to spend any alone time with her. She was desirable to him in ways that had never drawn his attention before. He usually went for the ultra feminine women who seemed helpless and needed him. Melanie didn’t need anyone—she was able to take care of herself and fight her own battles. Zane was becoming more and more intrigued about fucking a woman who could give as much as she took.

As he worked on his kicks, he thought about the fact that they
hadn’t fooled around anymore that night—they had both been comfortable just being together. Then, after her spending the night, it had been early the next morning when he’d taken her home.

Over the next few weeks, they fell
into a routine of training and spending a couple nights a week together. She was busy getting ready for finals and he was busy at the gym, however they had scheduled in time to spend with each other over the past few weeks.

He hadn’t tried
to fuck her. Not yet. He knew she would have, but she was still Nick’s little sister; he didn’t want to fuck her and screw things up with Nicholas. They had been close friends for a long time, and Zane didn’t want Melanie wrecking that relationship if it didn’t work out between them.

He had called Nick to let him know that he was seeing his sister.
Nick was happy for them and was also grateful. Nick was constantly worried about Melanie’s safety. Now that Zane and Melanie were together, Nick felt she would have one more person looking out for her.

His foot kicked out
, striking the bag hard when he heard a sound at the door and looked to see if it was Lincoln. He had called Lincoln and asked him to meet him at the gym.

“Hey
, Linc. Glad you made it,” he greeted him.

“No problem, is something wrong?”
Lincoln asked.

He hadn’t told Lincoln why he asked him to come in today. Zane had wanted to do this face to face.

“How do you feel about getting me ready for the cage?” Zane kept his face expressionless. He didn’t want Linc to feel any pressure, yet Linc was the only one he could ask, and the man was aware of that. He hated asking anyone for anything; this wasn’t easy for him.

“It’s about fucking time
, you piece of shit!” Lincoln roared at him. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to kick your ass back in there?”                           

Zane laughed.
Lincoln used to drop hints about him fighting again, but he hadn’t made any comments in a while. Zane thought he had given up on him. He had almost given up on himself.

“When do you want to get started?”
Linc asked.

Zane laughed at the eager anticipation
on his friend’s face.

“I’m ready now.
I’ll add the extra hours to your pay.”

“I’ve been waiting long enough for you to get your head out of your ass
. Let’s get busy.”

“Thanks
, Linc.”

Zane was fortunate
. Linc had been a damn good fighter before his body had made him give it up. He would be able to get him where he needed to be to return to the cage.

As
Lincoln worked him out for the next three hours, Zane realized that preparing Melanie for her first fight had helped fine tune some of his own moves. Both he and Lincoln thought he could be ready for his first fight in about two months. Zane had never really let his body get out of shape. It was merely a matter of training with someone competent instead of students. He could be slower in some of his moves when training one of the younger men, however when it came time to spar a more experienced fighter, the same move would have him eating the mat.

After they were done training, they went to a local pizza place
with a view that overlooked the river.