finger is back and goes in more, slipping inside me deeper and rubbing, tightening everything until I feel every ridge and vein in his cock. Sharp tingles ripple over me, and my mouth opens, gasping as he plays there, going deeper each time as he thrusts.
He lets out a curse and the hand around my mouth loosens and traces the curve of my cheek before trailing down my back and landing on my hip. I don’t know why. Maybe he’s losing control just like I am.
He takes my hips and owns me. Time seems to stand still as he grinds against me, twisting his hips and I…I…I can’t think. Is it always like this with him? I want to give him everything. I want to…
He whispers my name over and over…and I know…I know he’s right there with me. This can’t be how it always is. Can’t be.
“Mine,” he grunts and slides into me, and it’s such a stereotypical male thing to say, but with him, shit, it’s real and the alpha in him is electric, something I didn’t even know I wanted.
Z…he’s not like anyone I know, and in that closet, I see it. I see that he’s so out of my league, intense and raw and a hot flame, and I know—I just know I’m going to get burned. Like a moth to a flame, I’m going to be incinerated, I’m going to cry someday, but right now, I don’t care. I’ll take it.
The slapping of our bodies, the sound of our sex, the dark confined space, and the fact that Julia might be able to hear us—it sends me over the edge.
I burst apart inside that closet. I see stars and rainbows.
He speeds up, his thrusts alternating between hard and soft, rough and teasing, and I stand up higher and higher on my toes, and I don’t mind because he is all that matters and I want him to let go and get that high just like I did.
He lets out a deep groan and goes over the cliff with me, grunting and sweating against me. It’s dirty, so dirty and out of this world, and I tremble from knowing I could turn right back around and do the whole thing all over again.
A few seconds later, my hands are numb from pressing against the wall and I’m a mess as he turns my shoulders around, takes my chin, and stares down at me. His chest is going crazy, gasping for air, and he doesn’t say a word but leans down and kisses me softly, so softly, his tongue flicking against mine as if I’m fragile and might fall apart. I sag against him and for some reason, tears prick at my eyes. I blink them away furiously.
I see the medallion on his chest and I focus on it, wondering why I’ve never noticed him wearing it before.
“Nothing gold can stay,” he whispers as he hugs me, and for some reason, the depth of emotion in his gaze before we embrace…it scares me even more than the sex we just had.
I send up a silent prayer.
Please, don’t let whatever this thing is between us…don’t let it hurt me…or him.
24
Sugar
I wake up the next day and my first thought is I need ten cups of coffee and a whole lot of Jesus. What have I gotten myself into with Z?
I’m barely functioning in my classes after spending the early hours with him. He left my closet, got dressed, both of us silent, our thoughts to ourselves. Perhaps it was because Julia was asleep, but when I walked him to the stairwell, the tension was thick. I don’t know why except that we were tired and a lot has happened between us in a short time.
After changing into ankle boots, skinny jeans, and a cute leopard print sweater, I put my hair up in a sleek ponytail and head to BB’s to check in on Mara and see if she needs any help manning the bar tonight. I don’t do it on a full-time basis, but if it’s going to be a busy night, I’ll jump in.
It’s around four when I walk into the bar. Dimly lit with a three-sided runway for the dancers, it’s your typical strip club, but you can be sure it’s spick and span. Mara is also a stickler about only employing girls who are drug-free.
Def Leppard is blaring as I waltz past the runway. My eyes take in the girls already up there, doing