He went slow but steady. Once he started entering her, he didn’t stop. Wincing a little at his size, Zoey did her best not to tense up. She lifted her hips to try to assist, and just when she was going to tell him to give her a moment to adjust, he was all the way inside. Zoey could feel his pubic hair meshing with hers, and she took a deep breath.
Looking up at Mark, she saw his jaw was clenched and he looked almost angry.
“Mark?” she said a little uncertainly.
“Give me a second,” he said tersely.
Zoey realized that he wasn’t mad, but on the edge, and that made her feel so much better. Just to see what would happen, she tightened her Kegel muscles around his cock and actually felt him twitch inside her. She giggled, and that made him press inside her even farther.
“Shit, Zoey. You feel so fucking good. I can’t…I’m gonna…fuck! Hold on.”
And with that, Mark moved one hand under her ass and squeezed the round globe while pulling her up toward him. His hips moved back, then slowly eased forward. After three or four slow thrusts, he lost the iron control he’d been holding over himself and began to hammer in and out of her.
It felt so good. Zoey had never been made love to with such desperation. Such passion. He fucked like he ate her out—without reservation or embarrassment. It was glorious.
Throwing her head back, she arched and gave herself over to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her clit was still sensitive from the tongue lashing Mark had given it. She felt his balls bouncing off her and the base of his cock brushing against her bundle of nerves with every thrust, making another orgasm well up inside her.
“That’s it,” Mark coaxed. “Come for me again.”
Wanting that more than she wanted her next breath, Zoey moved one of her hands down between them and strummed her clit, giving herself the extra stimulation she needed to go over the edge.
One second she was there in the room, feeling Mark’s hard cock inside her, and the next she was flying in blissful ecstasy.
She heard Mark shout as if from inside a long tunnel as he reached his own completion.
He lowered himself down and immediately rolled, bringing Zoey with him until she lay over him, boneless and panting.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I want you here,” Mark said when he’d caught his breath.
Zoey couldn’t help it. She laughed. So hard, she felt Mark’s cock slip out of her body. She hated that, but still couldn’t stop giggling.
“It wasn’t that funny,” Mark said disgruntledly.
Zoey got control of her laughter and nodded. “I know. I just…I’m so relieved. It’s never been like that for me.”
“Me either,” Mark said seriously. “That was a gift. You’re a gift. Thank you, Zoey. I know I fucked up over the last two weeks.”
She shook her head and lifted herself up so she could look into his eyes. “No, I should’ve done a better job in communicating with you about what I wanted.”
“How about we compromise and say we both messed up, and we’ll do a better job of talking about what we want and need from here on out?”
“Deal,” Zoey said. Then sighed in satisfaction.
“Do you want to go clean up?” Mark asked.
“Would you be grossed out if I said no?” she asked in return.
“Never,” he reassured her. Then he reached up and put his hand on the back of her neck and guided her head to his shoulder. “Sleep.”
“We should probably talk about Tex and the business and all the calls you’ve been getting,” Zoey said sleepily.
“Tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Zoey capitulated without complaint. She was tired. The stress and worry about where she and Mark had stood catching up with her.
Chapter Seventeen
For the first time in two weeks, Bubba didn’t set his alarm for o-dark-thirty and slink out of his house for PT. He woke up and texted Rocco to let him know he wouldn’t be in until later, then fell back asleep with Zoey in his arms.
The next time he woke up was to Zoey kneeling at his side, her hand fisted around his cock as she stroked him to a rock-hard erection. She’d then straddled him and took him inside her body, riding him hard until she’d gotten off. Then he’d spun them around and taken her just as hard from behind until he’d orgasmed.
He definitely liked this new confident and sexy side to Zoey.
And he’d almost fucked it up. He’d been trying to take things slow, to make sure she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but he’d been an idiot by not actually talking to her about their relationship.
When they were lying together, limbs intertwined, recovering from their morning sex, his cell phone rang. It was Malcom. Bubba ignored it.
Thirty minutes later, it rang again, and Sean’s name came up on the screen.
Sighing, Bubba knew what he had to do. He’d been struggling with the decision ever since he’d heard his pop’s will, but the time had come.
“I need to go up to Juneau,” he told Zoey quietly.
She didn’t even flinch against him. “When do we leave?”
“I want you to stay here. It’ll be safer.”
She propped herself up on an elbow next to him. “Actually, if you show up in Alaska by yourself, if the person who wanted to kill us finds out, he could come down here and take me out much more easily.”
Bubba winced. “Would you please not talk quite so nonchalantly about being taken out?”
Zoey nodded. “I don’t know why you need to go up there, but if no one knows you’re coming, they can’t arrange any shenanigans like they did last time. And it’s really hard to arrange anything to be done on the house when I’m not there. I appreciate Tracy Eklund sending me some of my stuff, but I’d really like to go through the house myself and decide what I want to keep. What I need to give away and what I want shipped down here.”
Bubba turned to look Zoey in the eyes. “Have you decided what to do with the house?”
“I think I want to sell it. I don’t have much interest in being a landlord and renting it out, and…” Her voice trailed off.
“And?” Bubba prompted.
“I’d like to move here permanently. Even if you and I don’t work out, I like it here. I like Caite, Sidney, and Piper, and I can get my certification at the community college here.”
“You and I are going to work out,” Bubba said sternly.
Zoey smiled up at him and curled a hand around the back of his neck. He loved that she liked to put her hands on him. He’d missed out on a hell of a lot in the last two weeks when he was trying to go slowly. Never again.
“So,” she said, picking up her train of thought. “I could go with you and deal with the house stuff while you do whatever you need to do.”
“I’m going to sell my part of the business to my brother.”
Zoey didn’t even look surprised. “Good,” she said with a nod.
“Good?”
“Yeah. It’ll never make you happy. It’s obvious. Every time Malcom or Sean ring with a question or with something for you to sign, you get really stressed out. Your calling is to help people. To be a SEAL. I loved your dad, and I think he knew deep down that you’d never come home and go into business with him. And he was okay with that. He loved you exactly how you are.”