And then I did. My body lit up like the Fourth of July and all my pieces shattered and exploded all around me. Where our bodies were connected throbbed all around him as his movements got faster and he started to pound into me harder.
I could hear myself screaming out the release. I called his name several times and then I heard him say my name. I popped open my eyes and met his. His breathing was accelerated and he was moving so fast and hard. It felt amazing.
Then out of nowhere my body exploded again and I screamed out louder than the first time. My toes curled inside my heels and I was sure his lower back was bleeding from my nails digging so deeply into his skin.
The dresser banged loud and fast and then he leaned his head back and called out my name as he exploded inside me. He kept going for a bit until finally he slammed in me one last time and collapsed onto me. His head was in my neck and his loud breathing was right in my ear.
My body hummed with satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck.
“That was amazing,” I said through my loud breathing.
He leaned back and looked down at me. Reaching up , he cupped my face and ran his thumb across my cheek.
“You’re amazing.” His eyes burned into mine and his throat worked up and down as he swallowed hard. “I love you, snowflake,” he whispered.
His eyes took me in for my response, but I just stared back at him. His words were so meaningful and soft and I felt them heavy in my chest. He said he loved me and I knew Zeke. He was incapable of lying. If he said it, he meant it.
Twenty-Three
Zeke
I kept picturing myself beating the shit out of every guy she talked to with my guitar. I had to be careful with thoughts like that seeing as how I’d actually done it, but seeing her openly flirt with all those assholes at The Pit was driving me nuts. It was no less than I deserved, but it fucking sucked.
No matter how pissed off I was, I couldn’t let it take me over. We were sure there was a record executive in the crowd watching us and I wouldn’t be the reason our chance was ruined.
I couldn’t stop looking at her. For one, I kept an eye on her just in case some asshole took it a little too far and two, I missed her so much and the fact she’d been ignoring me drove me bat-shit crazy. I’d never had a woman refuse me. Go figured the one I gave a shit about would do it.
I stayed on stage playing even though every nerve in my body screamed to go down there and get her. She was dressed like never before. The denim miniskirt she wore was just long enough to cover her ass and the black top barely covered her tits. She looked fucking delicious and all I could think about was getting her alone and tasting every piece of exposed flesh.
By the time our set was over, I had a massive hard-on pressing against my jeans and my blood pressure felt like it was about to burst my eyes. The fact that she occasionally looked up and cut her eyes at me or sucked on her beer bottle like it was a cock let me know she knew what she was doing. Her show was for me, and I’d be sure to let her know what I thought of her show as soon as I could.
At Finn’s house, I waited for the opportunity to get her alone and once I did, I learned some very important things. One, angry makeup sex was the best kind. Two, Patience was a freak. She ripped at my skin and growled and I fucking loved it. The sweet, shy girl was replaced by a seductive goddess and that goddess liked it rough.
The most important thing I learned was that she loved me. I had an idea that she cared about me, but I wasn’t sure it was love she felt.
Her face when I confessed I was in love with her was priceless. Her eyes lit up in shock and a tiny smiled played at her lips. She was flushed from our wild sex. A tiny sheen of sweet shined