She mewls and moans with each caress of my hand. Her body reacts with every kiss I place until I am between her thighs. I look up at her for a moment to find her leaning up on her elbows watching me.
I slide my tongue through her sweet folds never taking my eyes off her. Her head falls back with a soft groan. I lap her sweetness and suck that little bud until she is on the precipice of eruption.
She surprises me by pulling me away, bringing my mouth to her mouth. “Make love to me, Zane,” she whispers softly.
I cup her face, kissing her again. “I’m trying, Baby, but you kind of stopped me there.” A giggle escapes her lips. "Tell me again."
Another giggle as she reaches between us to grip my shaft rubbing it through her folds. "I love you, Zee." My heart feels like it could explode with how happy hearing her say those words makes me. How she's finally given herself over to me completely.
I begin to press into her slowly. With each inch, her body electrifies and mine blazes. With each push and pull I swear I can see the future. Our fingers lace together by her head, our eyes are locked on each other as we feel the shift. The change in this. In us.
Our climaxes come slow and burn long as we fall into each other like it’s the first time. And maybe it is. It is the first time since she told me she loved me. It is the first time since we got rid of the secrets between us.
Even with the storm raging outside these walls, everything seems clear. The fog and haze have lifted. It’s just her and me. Us.
Tori
Layla walks to me with a glass of wine before moving to Rory. Zane is gathered in a corner with the guys whispering. I keep finding myself needing to fight the urge to bristle that it seems like they are leaving me out.
This is about me. About my sister.
My eyes keep darting to them. Wanting to know what Zane is telling them – which I can only assume is everything - wanting to know what they’re saying.
“Have you told Dane and Maddox?” Zoey asks me as she sits – falls into the chair across from me.
“No, and I don’t want them to know,” I say definitively. “He will drop everything to try to save the day. Dane can’t do a damn thing about this, but he would sure as hell try. He and the other guys have worked too hard to get this tour and record contract.”
“They’re going to kill you, Tori,” she levels me with a gaze I don’t think I’ve ever seen from her.
I’ve noticed a change in Zoey. I feel like I’m seeing the Zoey she was before New York. The one I always wanted to get to know. She’s not timid or jumpy or stand-offish. She is full of fire and passion. She, like always, draws everyone in like a moth to the flame.
“They’ll get over it or they won’t,” I tell her with a shrug. “I’ve spent most of my life handling my problems on my own. Pete would give me advice but let me fix my mistakes. I don’t need anyone running to my rescue.”
My chin is tipped up. I know my eyes are set in a hard, defiant gaze. My shoulders are straight and my spine rigid.
“I know what it’s like to want to take care of problems on your own,” Layla tells me with a smirk. “I hate asking for help. When I first came back to town, I was in so much trouble. I did everything I could to keep Rory from finding out.”
“Like that was ever going to work,” Zoey scoffs.
I look at them both in confusion. Zoey gives me a mischievous grin. “You know Zane could have found out what was going on with you without ever asking right?”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. When I don’t want to share – when I want secrets kept no one finds out. It just so happens that I don’t feel the need to keep secrets very often. “Zane can’t know anything about me I don’t want him to.”
Layla and Zoey both burst into laughter. “Oh honey, Rory and Bastian could’ve had Christian dig up everything about you in a matter of minutes.”
I give them a disbelieving look. “I highly doubt that,” I mutter.
“Zane didn’t have to wait for you to come to him. That’s just who he is though. He will fight tooth and nail for the people he loves but he’s not going to force their hand. Either you come to him or you don’t,” Zoey tells me.
“Seriously, Tori, how long do you think it would have taken Rory or Bastian to find out who your sister was dating? To put the clues together?”
I stare at both of them in disbelief but even as the doubts roll through my mind, I realize that what they’re trying to tell me.And a part of me wishes Zane had crossed that line. Had gone behind my back to figure out what was going on. Then maybe this mess would already be over.
But I still have doubts about their ability to find anything about me I don't want them to know.
My phone ringing brings me out of my thoughts. I swear to God that Dane is like Beetlejuice. Every time his name is said three time, he calls me.
I answer it and walk out to the balcony of Rory and Layla’s penthouse. “What’s up big brother?”
