“Pretty boy. King Zak. Pretty boy. What the fuck was that?”
I giggle as I close and lock the door, then sigh when I lean against it. These last few days were not at all what I was expecting, but I’ve been happier than I can ever remember being, so I’m good with it.
“I have no idea why you won’t just claim that man and give in to the fact that he’s not only your boyfriend but your future baby daddy.”
I scowl as I snatch my phone from the bed. “Stop it.”
“What? You can’t convince me Zak isn’t head over heels for you already, and I know you well enough to say you’re already planning your own wedding to a biker babe.”
Well, my best friend isn’t wrong per se, at least not about me, and while I know Zak has some sort of feelings for me, I’m not going to let myself get too caught up in it just yet. These last few days really have been perfect, better than any period of time in any of my previous relationships, but I can’t help the fact that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I just can’t wrap my head around why someone like Zak would really want to be with someone like me.
He really is a special kind of perfect.
The most perfect.
A total gentleman, respectful, thoughtful.
All things that make me hesitant to follow my heart and jump feet first into this thing with the most amazing man I’ve ever met.
It was Zak’s suggestion that while he lives here, he should bunk with Fabio so I still have my space and privacy. I said absolutely not because there isn’t a bed in Fabio’s room. Then he suggested the couch and once again I said no and laughed my butt off because there is no way that six-foot-four giant is sleeping on my couch without paralyzing himself in the process. Then I realized maybe Zak was trying to tell me something without saying it, that maybe he didn’t want to sleep with me at all, so I clammed right up.
He wouldn’t have been the first guy that was unwilling to share a bed with me. Tony hated it, refused to touch me unless it was for some horrible sex, and I swear he left his socks on twenty-four-seven just to piss me off and force me out onto the couch anytime I stayed with him. My skin crawls when I think about having those cotton-covered feet brush my leg in the middle of the night.
So gross.
But, since Zak is wonderful and respectful and thoughtful, he saw the change in my demeanor right away and took to explaining even quicker.
Nightmares.
Zak didn’t want to share a bed with me because of his nightmares and how bad they can get, but I don’t care about how bad they can get, and I told him that.
For some reason, I have no filter with Zak. I say whatever I’m thinking whenever I think it, and that’s why I told him I don’t care about how bad his nightmares can get; told him I don’t care if he screams all night long or thrashes around so much I have to anchor myself to the bed because at the end of the day it’s more important to me to be there when he wakes up so he knows they were only nightmares and not his reality, than the way his dreams could affect the little sleep I do get. Something Zak is forever complaining about, but he’s backed off some since he has also witnessed that while I sleep maybe three hours a night, I also take periodic power naps throughout the day. Perks of working from home.
So yeah, we solved the whole sleeping arrangement issues pretty quickly because I take everything to heart and Zak reads me like a book, but then he was allI’ll use Fabio’s bathroom while I’m hereand I took that as a personal shot against me in some way, which is stupid because it’s a fucking bathroom, but once again, my roommate-slash-new-kinda-maybe-boyfriend-slash-future-baby-daddy put me at ease while also embarrassing me to no end.
Boners.
Zak thinks it’s best we don’t share a bathroom until we have sex.
I almost died when he said that, and I still don’t believe we’re going to though. But Zak says we shouldn’t share my master bathroom until we decide to have sex becauseA, since meeting me he’s beenthrowing woodlike he did when he was a teenager so any glimpse of my skinny ass will make him lose his mind.Ha, sure.AndB, he has to take care of said wood somehow because it’s giving him wicked blue balls and while he has no problem telling me he’s jerking off in the shower, which he proudly announces every day at least once, he doesn’t want me to overhear it actually happen until I’m comfortable.
Not that I know what I’m supposed to be comfortable with but whatever.
Finally,C, if we share a bathroom then he’ll want to share a shower and by sharing a shower he means fucking me against the wall of my shower while the water is on and once again, I have to be comfortable before that can happen.
Basically, Zak is giving me a million reasons we can’t share a bathroom until we have sex, and they all lead straight back to his dick. Total contradiction if you ask me, pun intended.
Aside from his massive morning wood I’ve had digging into my butt cheeks a couple times—massive is totally accurate by the way—I have yet to notice any wild and impossible to maintain sex drive in relation to me. Meanwhile, I’ve basically had lady blue balls since I met Zak and want to scream over the way he talks about all this like it’s no big deal, like it’s totally fine because it’ll happen when it’s supposed toblah blah blah.
He hasn’t said that last bit, just keeps reiterating that he wants me to be totally comfortable before anything more than kissing happens between us and I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about!
Zak’s kisses are enough to have me damn near climbing him like a tree, and the fact that I have woken up with his monster dick poking me in the ass more than once is not helping. Plus, he’s a cuddler, which I find sexy as hell. It’s not even when he’s asleep either. The second I get into bed with him, Zak is pulling me around and tucking me into his body, or he’s asking me without words—he’s a big tough biker man after all—to be his big spoon. It’s a joke to call me anything but pocket-sized next to someone of Zak’s build, but he seems to almost prefer when I’m the big spoon and I sort of love that. It also works out because when I do sleep, I gravitate toward heat and Zak is a human furnace so the fact that he’s good with wearing me like a backpack is a bonus.
I’m not totally convinced Zak wants a physical relationship with me though. And even though I’ve decided not to settle for anything less than my forever guy, and my vagina might rebel against not getting up close and personal with Zak’s penis, I’m willing to go without sex if I have to because everything else about Zak Wyatt makes it worth it.
He treats me like a princess or something.
