“You ever make that mistake again?” Winston asks, his chest sweating and heaving against my own.
“No. Did you?” I throw the same question back at him.
“No. Never,” he answers. “You on the pill?”
“No,” I reply because they make me gain weight like crazy, which is not something I can afford in my profession.
“Do you trust me?” Winston asks.
“Yes,” I agree with a nod and then both of our hands are grabbing for his cock, in a hurry to get the rubber rolled down and off.
As soon as Winston gets the condom free and tosses it away, he’s plunging inside of me again and… “Oh my god, yes!” I moan because it feels even better.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Winston agrees as he buries his face in my neck. He moves in and out, in and out, slow and leisurely so we can both savor every second of our bodies joining together with nothing in between, creating magic.
“More, faster,” I demand, and Winston obliges. “Yes!”
He hits that perfect spot inside of me and I explode and tremble through the pleasurable waves. My pussy clenches around Winston’s shaft until he reluctantly pulls it free. Seeing his big hand stroke his own dick causes a few more of the wonderful tingles before his hot release shoots across my stomach.
“Jesus Christ!” Winston exclaims as he throws his head back as he finishes himself off. “Fuck, Zoe!”
Finally free to touch him again, I run my palms up his chest while his pumping hand begins to slow. “That was good, right?”
“So good,” he agrees, looking down at me with a grin. “You’re addictive.”
“Clean up the mess you made and then take me to bed so we can do it again?” I suggest.
“Hell yes,” Winston agrees. “I just…I have to keep my phone close by, in case Roman calls.”
“And what happens when Roman calls?”
“We’re going after the fucker with the dagger tattoo, and maybe everyone at the studio if they had something to do with the kidnappings.”
“Sounds dangerous,” I say in concern, worried about Winston having to use the gun he carries on someone who could be shooting back at him.
“That’s why we’re not going in without some intel and a plan. Roman’s working on that. Until then…”
“Until then, we can stay in bed naked?” I ask. I don’t want to think about him getting hurt, especially not right now.
“That. Exactly.”
Chapter Fifteen
Winston
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After I clean up in the bathroom, I head back to Zoe’s room in just my boxer briefs. That’s where I find Zoe sitting against the headboard of her white, four-poster, childhood bed, naked, and eating a Pop-Tart. It’s insane how the woman can make anything look sexy, even this. Guess that’s why she gets paid to model.
“You want one?” she asks, since I’m just standing in the doorway, staring at her. I’m not hungry for food. I’m only hungry for more of Zoe.
I still can’t fucking believe she forgave me and finally let me touch her again. I’m hoping she meant what she said about us moving to the bedroom to go at it again. I want her as many times as I can get her. Well, until she leaves again…
“Nah, I’m good,” I answer before I move around to climb onto the empty side of the bed and sit beside her on the pink-and-purple comforter. Looking around for the first time in a while, I realize our parents have kept her room exactly the same since she left. It’s crazy to see how young and innocent Zoe looked in the collage of pictures of her and her friends from high school posted on the bulletin board. A lot of things in here are so familiar I’m surprised I forgot about them, like the ballerina jewelry box and unicorn statues on her dresser, not to mention the various stuffed animals that are still resting on her bed between us. The entire room is a stark reminder she’s still my younger sibling, which instantly makes me feel…guilty. If her dad found out I not only fucked her when she was eighteen, but was her first, he would kill me. And my mom? She’d be more torn up than this Joey fucker will be once the Kings get their hands on him.
When I was fifteen, my mom was stuck in an abusive relationship with an asshole who was twice my size. I couldn’t do shit to keep him from hitting her, except get smacked around with her. While she never blamed me, I couldn’t help but blame myself for not being bigger or tougher. Which is why I started hitting the weights hard and haven’t let up since.
I don’t want to hurt my mother after the shit she’s been through. Martin makes her happy, and vice versa. So, if I piss off Martin and cause a rift in the family, I’ll be royally pissing her off too.
But the past is the past, and it’s not like they’re going to find out I slept with Zoe while they were gone. It may be only a few awkward days with Zoe here before she leaves again. For all I know, she might not come back for another ten years.
And no matter how much I wish I could follow her, I made an oath to stand with the Savage Kings until I can no longer ride.
Which reminds me…I left my phone in my jeans that are still on the kitchen floor.
“I’ll be right back. You need anything?” I ask on the way out.
“Nope,” she answers. “Just hurry,” she adds with a smile as she brushes off a few Pop-Tart crumbs from her cleavage.
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
I’m back in bed in record-breaking time with my phone in hand, checking to make sure I haven’t missed any calls from Roman. I figure it will take a few days at least to get ready, but that’s a call I can’t fucking miss.
“Any news?” Zoe asks and leans over, distracting me with a lick of her tongue around my nipple.
“Not yet,” I answer, tossing my phone on the mattress to grab her and pull her onto my lap so we’re chest to chest. Her knees straddle my waist and both my hands continue squeezing her amazing ass.
“I wish you didn’t have to do this, go after these guys,” she says as she loops her arms around my neck.
“They deserve it,” I grumble.
“I know they do,” Zoe agrees, her lips and tongue greeting the side of my neck, making my dick instantly hard again. “I’m just worried about you.”
“Good,” I choke out as she sucks on my neck hard enough to leave a mark, making me desperate for her mouth to suck on something a little lower. “It’s about time the roles were reversed since I’ve spent the last ten years worried about you.”
I’m a little disappointed when she pulls her mouth free from my neck to look at my face. “You think I didn’t worry about you?”
“Don’t fucking lie,” I warn her. “When you called your dad and my mom, sometimes I was with them, and I know you never asked about me.”
“Because I didn’t want to know if you were with someone!” Zoe exclaims. “I had nightmares about you getting married and having kids with some other woman. I hated her so much…”
“Her? There was no her,” I respond. “Never has been anyone even close to being her. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted more than a night with, but I can’t have you…”