“Oh,” Tessa mutters as she wraps her arms around herself. “Is he…is he dead?”
“Not yet,” Verek responds, reaching up to grab his short brown hair in what looks like frustration. “I wanted to, but Roman’s right. We need to get the other names from him first.”
“I want to see him,” Tessa says.
“Tess, no!” Charlotte yells. “You don’t need to see that asshole ever again!”
“I need to face him, and I need to see him die,” Tessa explains to her best friend. “Otherwise…I’m not sure if the nightmares will ever end.”
“I’ll make sure you’re there, when it’s time,” Verek assures her.
“You really think Roman will let you do that?” Charlotte asks him when she places herself between the two of them.
“Yeah, maybe…” he answers just as another motorcycle rumbles up.
“Who the hell is that?” he asks.
“Hopefully Winston,” I say when I join them all over at the door.
“Shit, I didn’t know you were here,” he tells me. “It’s Zoe, right?”
“Yes, and you’re Verek, right?” I ask, holding my hand out for him to shake.
“That’s me.”
“Nice to meet you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make sure he’s still in one piece,” I say to him as I slip out the door and jog down the steps, over to Winston. He’s still sitting on his bike, having barely had time to turn it off and remove his helmet, when I grab the sides of his face to kiss him.
I start to melt as soon as I feel the rough scruff of his beard against my face and his hot, wet tongue demanding entry past my lips. By the time Winston cups the back of my head with one hand and pulls me closer, his other palm squeezing my ass, I’m ready to climb on his lap and ride him. Apparently, it’s not just me who wants that. Winston hefts me up with a grunt so I’m straddling his lap on the seat of his bike, his hard bulge pressing into my soft center.
“Took you long enough,” I whisper against his lips as my arms wind around his neck, meaning the time he was gone and the time it took to pull me on top of him.
“I was only gone a few hours,” he replies, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. “Did you miss me?”
“It feels like it’s been days since you were inside me,” I tell him honestly while grinding on his cock.
“God, yes,” Winston groans as his palms squeeze my ass and press me down on him harder.
A deep throat clears, and then Verek says, “We’ll go on in and give you two some privacy.”
“Verek?” Winston’s mouth leaves mine and he whips his head around to the front of the house. “What are you doing here?” he shouts. “How the fuck did you get this address?”
“From Roman’s phone when he put it down earlier tonight at the clubhouse,” Verek answers, not sounding the least bit regretful.
“He’ll kill you if he finds out you’re here,” Winston mutters.
“I’m staying until Roman gets here.”
“Your fucking funeral,” Winston warns him.
“Maybe. Either way, I’m staying. So, you two are free to leave if you want,” the other man informs him.
“Ah, thanks, man,” Winston says before his mouth finds mine again and I hear the door finally shut. The hands on my bottom tug the fabric of my dress up, and then they’re slipping under the back of my panties to get to my bare ass before his middle finger penetrates me. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”
“I need you,” I tell him as my hands get to work undoing his jeans. Winston lifts his hips so I can pull the open denim down enough to get his cock out. Wrapping my fingers around it, I give it a few strokes while his pump in and out of me.
“I need you too, Zoe. But if we do this right now…fuck, I can’t promise you I’ll be able to stop.”
“Then don’t stop.”
I want Winston, all of him, and not just this one time. Even though it’s only been a few days, we’ve gone too far to walk away from each other again. So, before he can change his mind, I lift my hips and guide his shaft to my pussy, rubbing his crown back and forth over my panties until Winston pulls his fingers free to tug the fabric to the side so his smooth tip can slide between my soaking wet lips.
“You sure this is what you want?” he asks, his mouth moving down the side of my neck. I let go of his cock to take him all the way inside of me, but Winston grips my hips to hold me up off him.
“Yes. I want you. Please,” I moan, and my eyes drift closed when he gives me a few inches before he holds me up again.
“Zoe, look at me,” Winston orders. I open my eyes to find his in the darkness, the moonlight dancing in them. “If you leave me again, I will find you and drag your ass back home. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I agree, because I would be crazy to give up this man. I never wanted to leave him in the first place. I consider reminding Winston that he pushed me away. He sent me out into the world because he thought that’s what I wanted. And he’s right. I did want that back then. Now? Now, a few hours away from him is too long.
Finally, after what feels like he was teasing me forever, Winston slams me down on his cock, filling me up and knocking the air from my lungs. But after that, his grip eases on my hips and he lets me take control.
I ride him so hard both of us cry out loud enough to probably wake up our parents, but I don’t even care. We’ve waited too long for this moment, to finally be together, bodies joined as one. My orgasm gathers slowly, waiting for Winston to reach his climax with me. Near the end, we’re both pulling each closer, holding on as tight as possible until it finally happens.
I bury my face in Winston’s neck and tremble all over while he thrusts up into me with a growl, right before his shaft swells and his hot release erupts inside of me. My pussy clenches, pulling him deeper to try and drain every drop of his seed from him.
It feels so good, better than every other time before, because I know what we just did changed everything. There’s no going back to the way we were before, and I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.
Chapter Nineteen
Winston
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As I hold Zoe in my arms while we both catch our breath, I wait for the regret to wash over me, but it doesn’t. I don’t think it ever will either.
I’ve known for years I want Zoe in my life, however I can get her. Now, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her here with me, even if that means putting my kid inside of her. I’m ready to settle down and start a family with her, even though we are already both part of the same family…
“How did my mom and Martin handle everything after I left?” I ask Zoe as I rub my hands up and down her spine. “Not that I give a shit what they think…”
“They’re fine,” Zoe says. “Absolutely fine.”
“They are?” I say in surprise, pulling back to see her face.
“Yeah. My dad said he wasn’t even all that surprised. They would just prefer that we not have sex around them.”