Zen (14 page)

His lips paused right over her feminine folds. “Your scent has been driving me crazy. I need to taste you.”

He swiped her seam with his long tongue, taking in some of her arousal juice that had seeped out. “Mmm…delicious.” He had to have more of her. He licked her across her swollen labia, teasing her clit. Then he sucked the little bud into his mouth.

“Oh God.” Shawna couldn’t believe the sensations that spread from where Zen’s mouth was touching her. It was sinful the things he was doing to her. Well, they didn’t call him Zen the Sin for nothing.

Zen purred as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her just like he planned to do with his cock. He groaned himself when Shawna raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He speared into her and sucked on her like a man dying of thirst.

Shawna whimpered and moaned with her need to come. It was building within her and she had to come soon. She reached down and grabbed a hold of Zen’s hair holding him to her.

Zen loved the way she responded to him. The sweet little sounds she made drove him crazy. She was so responsive to his touch. He kept drilling into her with his tongue adding a finger. She started to tremble and he knew she was close. He lapped at her twirling his tongue. He gently bit down on her sensitive bud and she skyrocketed immediately. Shawna fell apart, shouting his name as she released.

“Zen!”
Oh God he felt so good
.

He gently kissed her outer lips and then began his slow move up over her. He wasn’t done yet. He was only getting started. He paused when he got to her luscious breasts. “So beautiful.” He couldn’t resist suckling them again.

Shawna felt the fires within building up again. Surely she wasn’t going to have another orgasm. Twice in a row and so soon. Her thoughts scrambled as she felt his teeth scraping lightly against her tightened bud.

“Zen,” she moaned with need. She helped him shuck off his pants.

She could feel his member prodding at her entrance. She widened her thighs to give him more room. Her body was throbbing for more.

Zen started to push in past her entrance but found it much tighter than he expected. “You are so tight. How long has it been?”

Shawna blushed as she looked up into his beautiful eyes. She was embarrassed to tell him the truth but he needed to know. “It’s been a while. My first experience was when I was sixteen and it didn’t turn out good. So…”

He stilled as he looked down into those blue eyes of hers. “You have only had sex once when you were just a kid? Who is the male that raped you?”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t raped. I know it was kind of young but I was about to go off to college and I wanted to see what all the older kids were talking about. I didn’t like it, so I may not be good at it.”

He snorted as he began to rock against her. “You were a kid and the guy was obviously an inexperienced asshole. Stay with me, love, and I will show you what it is supposed to be like.”

He kissed her again, licking her tongue with his. He slid his body forward and back. Each motion forward took him further into her hot tight glove. More and more, slowly building up tempo. His kissing increased and his tongue mimicked what he was doing with his lower half of his body.

“More,” Shawna moaned. The fires were building within her again and she wanted and needed him deeper.

Zen moaned with pleasure. She was so tight, she gripped him like a vise. He loved it. Loved how she clenched against him. “You feel amazing.”

She lifted her legs higher up on his hips and used her feet against his ass to move him deeper with each thrust. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Nobody made her feel this way. She felt the electrical currents building and building all through her body. She just needed a little…more.

Zen felt the fire from his toes all up along his spine then straight down to his throbbing cock and balls. He was fighting his release. He wanted her to come first.

He reached down between their bodies and found her swollen labia. He rubbed and then tweaked her. She gasped and moaned. He did it over and over. Finally she screamed out his name as she found her release.

“Shawna!” Zen growled as he let his semen shoot into her womb. He soaked her. His Felon side wanted to spray her whole body with his cum to mark her as his and his alone. But she was human and would probably freak out. He pushed those urges back.

“That was…” Shawna lost words on how to describe what she felt.

“Hot,” Zen finished for her. He nibbled her chin and placed soft kisses on her lips.

“Hold on to me,” Zen told her and he moved to his knees.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped when he lifted her up into his arms. He carried her to her bedroom. He turned the lights on low. He didn’t need the lights to see her but he wanted her to be able to see him and to feel comfortable.

He didn’t let up with the kissing. She moaned into his mouth. “Zen.”

“Shawna.” He lowered her onto the bed. He wanted her again. He knew that he was never going to get enough of her.

The figure in uniform hit their fist against the wall. “Where the hell are you, Zen?” The stranger walked to the nearest mirror and frowned at the reflection. An angry red flush spread across a female face staring back.

The woman stormed across the room, throwing things down on the floor when they got in her way. She had come to check on him, but he wasn’t here. She suspected that he was with that reporter bitch.

She had watched the woman flirting shamelessly with Zen all day. He had been acting strange since that Shawna woman showed up. It pissed her off. She took the knife she was holding and plunged it into the mattress, cutting big sections up and down and side to side.

That bitch was going to pay. No one got in between her and her man. No one.

They had made love several times throughout the night. She was always ready for him no matter how many times he reached for her. As early morning was approaching, Zen left her reluctantly to go back to his suite to shower and change for breakfast. When he bent to kiss her goodbye, Shawna held him for another and another kiss.

“I want to climb back in bed with you, sweetness,” Zen moaned.

“Mmmm.”

He chuckled as he gently pulled her arms from around his neck. “How about I meet you here for lunch and we have a quickie?”

She gave him a sexy smile. “Oh yes.” She stretched her arms above her head making the sheet pull down to reveal her lovely breasts.

“That is just cruel showing me your body like that. I have to go.” He quickly made his way out of her bedroom, bumping into the doorframe as he left. Shawna giggled. He made her feel like a beautiful wanton woman. She loved it.

She was about to go back to sleep for a few more hours when her cell phone started to ring. She looked at her night stand but it wasn’t there. Where was her outfit from last night? She stood and looked around. The phone stopped ringing. Crap. Oh well. She turned back toward the bed but the phone began ringing again.
Ah ha!
She found her purse flung down on the floor right outside the bedroom. She reached down and pulled the phone out.

“Hello?”

“Shawna, where the hell are you?” a sharp irate voice demanded over the line.

Shit!
“Hi, Mother. How are you doing?”

“Answer the question, Shawna. Where are you?”

“I told you I am on assignment for my job.” She tried to be evasive.

“And where exactly is that assignment, Shawna?” her mother asked.

Shawna could tell by the sound of her voice that her mother already knew the answer. “On the Galactic Cage Fighter Association ship.”

There was a long pause. Shawna didn’t say anything. She waited for her mother to react, and boy did she. “You get yourself on the nearest flight home right this minute, young lady!”

“No, I will not! I am an adult and I am doing my job!” Shawn yelled back. Her happy peaceful feeling completely evaporated.

“Your father will not stand for this! I will not stand for this!”

Shawna had to move the phone a little bit away from her ear. Her mother could yell really loud. “This has nothing to do with either of you. I am doing a story on the fighter called Zen for the Galactic Times.”

“Don’t lie to me! We both know why you are there. I told you before he didn’t want to see you again. Leave that ship now!”

“You lied about that, Mother. I spoke with Rage. He and I are working on our relationship while I am here for my job. So your efforts to keep us apart are futile.” She never understood why her mother hated her own son.

Shannon Baker wasn’t very loving toward Shawna but she was protective of her, a little too overprotective maybe. She often wondered if her mother would still have wanted her if she was a halfsie like Rage.

She thought maybe it had something to do with her grandfather, he wasn’t an affectionate man and he ruled Shawna’s mother and grandmother. Her grandmother was a lot more loving and that was where Shawna liked to spend her time. She wanted to introduce Rage to their grandmother, he never had anyone like that to care for him and he deserved to have that.

Shawna wasn’t paying any attention to the ranting that her mother was doing. She waited until her mother had to take a pause to breathe. “I’m not coming back until my job is done. I’ll talk to you later, Mother.” She hung up without waiting for her mother’s response. A second later her phone rang again. She pressed the button to block her mother’s number. She immediately felt guilty for it. Why couldn’t she have a regular family that genuinely cared for one another? Instead, she was in a family of dirty secrets and backstabbers. Ugh.

Shawna got a call from Jimmie wanting her to meet him to go over the pictures that he had taken from the charity events and the fight. She texted Zen to meet her at Jimmie’s and he could look over the pics they had selected for his approval. They would go up to Shawna’s suite together.

Shawna got a text from her father’s phone, which was really from her mother though she tried to pretend it was her father texting.

Shawna, call your mother back. We need you to come home immediately.

She didn’t respond but ended up blocking his number too after ten texts in a row were sent.

“You got a new boyfriend or something?” Jimmie asked when the texting began.

“It’s my mother. She wants me to come home.”