“Fuck,” he grunts, his long thick fingers so close to where I want them. “Goddamn wedding bullshit.”
I giggle breathlessly and tilt my head so I can see his adorable scowl. “We are going to be late, and I still have to find my shoe.”
“Let’s just skip it.” Zak rubs his nose against mine. “You don’t need shoes if we stay home.”
Home.
Zak has been referring to my apartment as home a lot the last few days and I can’t find it in me to point out how it’s only until I’m not in danger anymore. Do I think whatever this is between us will stop when the forced cohabitation does? Kind of, but I’m hopeful it doesn’t. Do I really think Zak wants to stay here permanently? Not exactly, but again, I’m hopeful because I’m not entirely against it. I’m all for it actually, the cohabitation and whatever this is between us, I’m just trying not to put the cart before the horse and wind up with a broken heart since I can say with certainty losing Zak after falling under his spell will definitely obliterate it.
“We can’t stay home.” I grin in his face. “You are standing in this wedding and need to be there for your family.”
He kisses me with a sigh. “I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Then Zak mumbles as he lets go of me and awkwardly walks to the coffee table where his phone is. “I’d like tobe therefor your pussy instead.”
My face flames as I giggle then start gimping around to look for my stiletto. “She’s not going anywhere so don’t pout.”
“I’m not pouting.” Zak absolutely pouts as he redials whoever called.
“Yeah, ok. Maybe you’re not pouting but I’m sure your dick is.”
He looks down at said dick, who is still very erect, tilts his head back and forth then grins. “Yeah, maybe.”
I giggle my way down the hall but stop when Zak calls my name.
“Hey, Theo?”
“What’s up, big guy?”
“I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy tonight.”
I trip over my feet and crash into the door of Fabio’s room, my bird watching NatGeo on his TV as he squawks his disapproval at me.
Oh lord.
There’s another first Zak Wyatt gets to claim.
No one has ever said that to me before and now I’m not sure I can stand upright without my knees going weak.
His chuckle rumbles from the living room as I stagger toward my bedroom. “Gonna eat your pussy first though and I want the heels on while I do it, so you better find that fuck-me red pump. Been fantasizing about them thrown over my shoulders since you said you were gonna wear them and I’m making that shit come true when we get home. You good with that?”
I just nod even though he can’t see me.
I’m so super good with that if he means it, but part of me is still a little doubtful. I probably shouldn’t be after what just happened in the living room, not to mention Zak is a man of his word, but I can’t help it. I won’t believe someone as amazing as Zak could want that with me until I see it and boy oh boy, do I want to see it.
CHAPTERNINE
ZAK
It’s an uncharacteristicallywarm day for mid-October, almost seventy degrees even with the slowly setting sun, its rays slicing through the burnt orange and deep burgundy leaves that sparsely decorate the trees dotting the landscape.
If I had to pick a favorite season, it would be fall.
I’ve always appreciated the way nature changes as the last of summer's dry heat gives way to the crisp chill of autumn’s embrace, the way the lush green forest takes on the colors of a dying fire’s glow. Fall is peaceful, beautiful, an inviting contrast to the unbearable temperatures of summer and the bleak and dreary expanse of a snow-covered winter.
Bonfires and football games.
Halloween and Thanksgiving.
I never enjoyed any of those things until I joined the Wulven Kings, never really indulged or acknowledged the things most people look forward to because I had no reason to before the club, but it’s funny how things that once held broken memories I’d much rather forget are now something I find myself appreciating more than I expected.
