Zeke (The Powers That Be, Book 2) (9 page)

And, holy
hell, could he kiss. I’d bet if you looked up “kiss” in the
dictionary there’d be a picture of his beautiful face or at least
his perfect lips right next to it.

His mouth
moved from mine down over my jaw then to my neck where he sucked
and licked, nipping at me and making a shiver race through me as my
head fell back against the door and I moaned loudly. His hand slid
up and covered my breast caressing it through the sheer white
button up I wore over a tank top making me breathe out another
moan. And when he grazed his thumb over my nipple several times, I
couldn’t help crying out.

Suddenly, he
turned me to face the door, grabbing my wrists in one hand and
pulling my arms up, holding them there. His other hand came up to
grasp my chin then his mouth was at my ear. “You wanna be fucked,
Scarlett?” he asked, grinding his erection into my bottom.

I pushed my
bottom back against him giving him my answer and that was all he
needed. Next thing I knew, he picked me up and planting his knee on
the bed, came down on top of me, and, oh my God, it felt amazing to
feel the weight of a man pressing down on me after all this
time.

His mouth
slammed down on mine and our tongues raced to keep up with the
other, then sliding a hand between us, he cupped me between my
thighs and I knew he felt how wet I was even through my jeans
because he uttered an, “Ah, fuck” against my lips. My hands went to
his shirt trying to unbutton it, needing it off so I could touch
that magnificent chest of his but I wasn’t making very good leeway.
He went up on his forearms giving my hands more room to work as he
kept his lips pressed to mine. Once I took care of the buttons, he
pulled away, sitting back on his knees and removed the shirt along
with his t-shirt, and just damn. Seeing his bare chest again in all
its broad and sculpted glory was just a friggin’ treat. I reached a
hand up, smoothing it over his tattooed pecs just before he lowered
his body to mine again and gave me the hottest kiss yet.

Without
warning, he flipped us to where I was on top, and keeping his mouth
on mine, knifed up to where I had to straddle him then it was his
turn to remove my shirt. When he pulled away, I saw his eyes get
even more heated as he looked at me, still in my jeans but now just
in my bra.

“Fuckin’
hell,” I heard him rasp then he cupped my breast, his hot mouth
kissing the swell of it before trailing down over the fabric of my
bra where he suddenly sucked my nipple into his mouth through the
sheer lace.

“Zeke,” I
breathed when he yanked the cup down exposing my breast and his
mouth covered my nipple again, sucking it in hard as my head fell
back, my fingers digging into his hair clutching hard.

The next thing
I knew, he’d flipped us again and I lost my jeans and was now down
to my lacy white panties. His mouth kissed its way down my abdomen
toward them to the top of the waistband where I saw him look up at
me, his eyes full of wicked intentions making me gasp as he slid my
panties down my legs and off and then his mouth was
there
.

Oh, God.

Yes.

He held my
bottom in his hands as he expertly lapped his tongue against me,
sucking and kissing, licking and thrusting, knowing exactly what to
do to get me primed. My body hummed with unspent pleasure,
building, building,
building
until he moved his hand around
and drove two fingers inside me at the same time his tongue flicked
my clitoris. The humming inside me turned to an intense thrumming
making me dig my feet into his back and arch up off the bed. He did
the tongue flick again before he sucked me inside his mouth and I
was done for, screaming out my release as my orgasm blasted through
me.

As I came back
to myself, I felt his body slowly gliding up mine as he left hot,
burning kisses across my stomach coming up to pull down the other
cup of my bra and flicking his tongue (seriously, that tongue flick
was all but doing me in) across my nipple before he drew it inside
his mouth, sucking hard making me arch up off the bed again with a
moan.

Then his face
was above mine, a smug look covering it as his eyes glittered with
what could only be satisfaction for a job well done and I couldn’t
have agreed more.

“Like my mouth
on you, don’t you?” he coaxed, his voice all deep and gravelly, his
eyes sparkling with lust. I could only nod as I lay there panting,
the aftershocks of what he’d done to me keeping my body wired. I
felt his hand moving between us at the buttons of his jeans then I
got his eyes again. “Think you’ll like this too,” he said, his arm
moving up and curling around my head, holding it in a lover’s
embrace which felt so intimate. His lips brushed mine and when he
pulled his face away, he kept his eyes steady on me as I felt the
tip of his shaft at my opening.

“Zeke,” I
breathed as he slowly entered me, his girth, not to mention his
length, making me squirm.

God.

He slowly
rolled his hips several times, inching in deeper with each thrust
until he was fully seated inside me then stopped to allow me to
adjust to his size.

“Okay?” he
asked, his beautiful eyes on mine filled with concern.

God!

“Yes,” I
whispered on a small gasp, knowing my eyes were huge as I looked up
at him in awe.

I saw the
sides of his eyes crinkle for a moment but then he started moving
and pure desire flashed in them once again.

For me.

Wow.

As he thrust,
I felt it building again. Fast. Holy sheesus.

“Oh, my god,”
I moaned, my fingers clamping onto his back as I grew closer to my
climax.

His head came
down next to my ear. “So fucking good…” he muttered then a purely
male sound came from his throat, a groan mixed with a growl, which
was so sexy, so erotic, I found myself flying, my orgasm blasting
through my body in one big surge.

“Zeke!” I
cried out, my channel pulsing around his length so tightly that he
made another sound and I was hit again as my climax continued
slamming through me.

He flipped me
to my belly then grabbed my hips, jerking them up and reentered me
so powerfully that on each drive inside, I emitted sounds that were
nowhere near coherent, just little whimpers of pleasure.

“Feel that,
Scarlett?” he asked as he slammed into me. “It still doesn’t matter
who’s fucking you?”
Slam!
“Because you’re gonna know it was
me.”
Slam!
“It’ll matter.”
Slam!
“Because you’re
gonna be feeling me for days.”
Slam!

God.

God!

Many forceful
thrusts later, he pulled out and turned me again, his hands gliding
underneath my back pulling me up to straddle him as he stayed
kneeling then impaled me on his hard shaft. With a hand behind my
head, he pulled me down to him, smashing his mouth to mine as he
pumped up inside me. His other hand moved between us, his fingers
hitting the right spot and I was gone, crying out loudly against
his mouth as I came.

“Only thing I
love more than hearing you come is making you come,” he said
huskily, looking up at me as his hips continued pistoning up to
meet mine.

Oh… my…
God…

I heard him
grunt and knew he was almost there and watched, fascinated, as his
shoulders got tight, the striations in them bulging out, his thick,
corded neck straining then he pulled my hips down hard on his as he
made a final thrust up.

I panted out
his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders, head falling back,
joining him when I heard him groan out,
“Scarlett.”

Sexiest damn
thing ever.

I’d never had
a guy call my name out during sex. Ever. As if he was consumed with
me. Only me. And as I held onto Zeke, our breaths coming hard, I
knew I probably never would again.

He held me
tightly until his breathing evened out then pulled back and looked
up at me, and that face. God. The look he wore was so erotic, so
alluring, one of a man who’d been completely and properly
fucked.

His lips
touched mine and when he pulled back, he mumbled, “It matters.” He
lifted me off of him, laying me back on the bed then went straight
up on his knees and pulled his jeans up, his eyes never leaving
mine. Then he was on top of me again and I heard him mutter again,
“Matters.” Then he kissed my forehead and got up. “Be back.” I
watched him go to the door then out, probably to find a bathroom
and remove the condom, and stared after him, mesmerized at the way
his back muscles bunched when he walked, the nightlight
accentuating and at the same time shadowing them. Hot.

But that was
all the space I needed. Hopping out of the bed, I righted my bra
then searched around on the floor for the rest of my clothes,
throwing them on quickly. When Zeke came back into the room and saw
me, he stopped, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Where you
going?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed.

As I stuck my
hands into the sleeves of my shirt, I looked at him. “I’m
leaving.”

“See that.” He
watched as I buttoned my shirt not able to help the way my fingers
shook. I mean, God, he was great, so nice, so giving, so fucking
amazing in bed, and I wished I could keep him but knew that wasn’t
possible.

I kept trying
to play detached as I bent to pull my flats on. When I stood, I
looked at him, so sexy standing there in the doorway, his hair
mussed, jeans unbuttoned. Damn. As I walked toward him his eyes
practically shot daggers at me now.

Tiptoeing up,
I touched his lips with mine. “See ya,” I muttered then left the
room.

Swear to fuck,
if there wasn’t a damned Oscar waiting on me when I got home, I’d
be surprised.

Thank God Jay
and Dex were standing by the stairs because when I hit the landing,
I hissed out her name and although she was thoroughly plastered,
she’d understood and immediately grabbing Dex by his arm and
pulling him toward the front door so we could leave.

On the way
back to my house, Jay turned in her seat looking back at me, asking
me eighty bajillion questions. Sober, her filter was sorely
lacking. Drunk, it was nonexistent.

“So you fucked
Zeke Powers?” she asked on a squeal. “Is he huge? I’ve heard he’s
huge. Tell me how big he is!”

“Hung like a
fucking horse,” I said to appease her and saw Dex shake his head as
he drove.

“Nooooooooo!”

I nodded.

“Oh, my God,
Scar! You’re gonna need to rent a wheelchair ‘cause you won’t be
able to walk for days!” She giggled then let out her donkey
bray.

“Having Grammy
call her friends tomorrow to see if I can borrow one.” It was best
to just go along with Jay when she was trashed because she’d argue
until she heard what she wanted to hear anyway.

“Scar! You
finally got laid!”

“Calling
Channel 4 News when I get home and seeing if they’ll air it on
their morning show.”

At this, Dex
snorted.

“I’m so happy
for you!” she replied and then she passed out, her head hitting
Dex’s lap which made him let out an “Oomph!” and made me
chuckle.

I stared out
the window the rest of the way thinking I’d be ruined for anyone
else for the rest of my life. How could another man top what’d just
happened? They couldn’t.

“Thanks, Dex,”
I said when he pulled into my drive.

“Any time,
Scarlett.”

I got out and
closed my door then as I walked to the front door, I heard the car
window go down.

“Scarlett?”
Dex called.

I turned to
him. “Yeah?”

“It’s all
gonna work out.”

I smiled softly
at him. “Thanks, Dex.” Then I went inside wishing I had as much
confidence in the situation as he did
.

Zeke didn’t show up at
The Nook the next morning which meant the pep talk I’d given myself
in preparation of seeing him had gone to waste. Then as I drove to
class, another pep talk ensued, as I fully intended on giving him
back his textbook, thereby breaking any ties between us. But he
hadn’t been there either, which I was kind of grateful for.
Grateful not because I didn’t want to see him, although what
difference would it make, but grateful because I was still feeling
him just as he’d said I would and I knew if he showed up, I’d get
all blurt-y with my words and probably tell him all about
it
.

I worked all
weekend and he didn’t come in.

He also didn’t
show up for breakfast or class the next Monday.

Or
Wednesday.

Or Friday.

Dang.

He didn’t make
an appearance that weekend at The Nook either.

It was almost
as if he’d never existed in my life.

As if we’d
never had sex.

As if it
really
hadn’t
mattered.

And it was
ridiculous, I knew, but I was actually bummed about not seeing
him.

God, I was
stupid.

I mean, I’d
told him exactly what I wanted and he was giving it to me. I’d told
him I didn’t have time for anyone and he was leaving me alone. And
I should’ve been happy about it, but I wasn’t. Actually, my mood
regarding his playing by the rules had left me pretty morose.

Saturday
morning, Jay noticed my mood and tried cheering me up by inviting
me over for “hard liquor and porn” (or had it been “liquor and
hard-core porn”) that night, but being around her and Dex right now
would have only made things worse, watching how happy they were
together, so I decided to stay home and mope.

Yep. I’d turned
into
that girl
and I hated myself for it. I mean, I’d been
fine for two years until Mr. Zeke Powers had come along and shown
me what I’d been missing out on, which made me want it and him even
more. Damn it
.