Rock My World
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If he keeps this up I might be forced to throw him down on this bed and take matters into my own hands.
“I feel how much you want this. Your need is covering my cock. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” His hot breath covers my cheek and I shiver. “I’m dying to be inside you. Balls deep in you, babe, is my favorite fucking place on earth. It’s just as hard for me to hold back.”
“Please, Zach,” I plead. I’m so fucking turned on by him I can’t see straight. Typically we get right to it—we’re both very much instant gratification people.
His mouth covers my shoulder as he continues to tease me. “Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me,” I answer honestly.
He moves to the other shoulder, tasting my skin along the way. “Please fuck what?”
I throw my head back and shudder when his tip touches my swollen clit. This is still about making sure I remember I’m his. He still wants to hear me say every part of me belongs to him. “Please fuck your pussy.”
He growls and lightly bites my shoulder, sliding his cock into me. “That’s what I fucking want to hear.”
I cry out, screaming his name followed by a yes, as he finally starts giving me what I so desperately need. “You feel so good.”
“That’s because we’re meant to be. This body was made for me.” His thrusts pick up speed.
My sex clenches around him greedily, trying to hold him deep inside. I can’t take much more. “Zach, I—”
“I know what you need, baby. We’re going to do this together. Hang on.” He grips my hips tighter and begins to pound into me. “Fuck.”
Zach grabs my hair and then twists, wrapping it around his wrist. My head pulls back just as he reaches between my legs and flicks my clit. “Oh, God. Zach.” The words no sooner leave my lips as every inch of me fills with warmth. A euphoric orgasm washes over me, at the same time Zach growls my name as he finds his own release.
He lays his chest against my back. “I fucking love you. I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles with his lips pressed to my skin.
I turn towards him and touch his face, completely confused on why he feels like there’s a problem between us. “Who said anything about either of us going anywhere?”
His green eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. “No one. Forget I even said that. It was the post-sex haze talking. You make me lose my mind.”
I smile at him because I know exactly what he means.
The ringtone on my cell phone pulls me out of a deep sleep. I roll over and look at the clock on the bedside table. Who the hell is calling me at seven thirty in the morning?
I grab my phone to check out the screen. I sigh and swipe the answer button. This could be important. “Hello, Judge.”
“Good morning, honey. Sorry to call you so early, but this just couldn’t wait. I spoke with Brady this morning and he’s willing to take on your case.” My father’s voice is just too damn chipper for this early in the morning.
“That’s great. When can we go see him?” I sit up in bed and rub my eyes.
“We? Wouldn’t you rather handle this matter alone?”
I furrow my brow. What a ridiculous thing to say. Zach came with me down here. Of course I want to involve him. “No. Zach and I have no secrets.”
The Judge clears his throat. “Well you see, darlin’, I told Brady that you’d be meeting him for lunch. He said he’d make reservations for the two of you at that little French place the two of you used to go to when you dated. Wouldn’t be fair to him to bring along another man to that place, would it?”
“Daddy,” I scold him. “Brady would be my attorney, handling a legal matter for me. This wouldn’t be a date. Where would he even get the idea that it might be?”
He’s quiet for a few moments. “I might’ve encouraged the idea a little, but that was only to get him to take your case.”
Unbelievable! I shake my head and stare up at the ceiling. “He would’ve taken the case anyway and you know it.”
“You’re right. I just figured maybe you could use a little…space, is all.”
He just doesn’t get it. I know Zach isn’t the kind of man he’d choose for me, but he needs to know I’m serious about him—that we’re solid. “Where I go, Zach goes. I don’t need any space.”
He sighs. “Maybe you don’t, but I’ve got to say the boy seemed like he wanted a little space from you yesterday when we chatted.”
My heart squeezes in my chest as I stare down at my beautiful boyfriend sleeping beside me. He wanted space? “He said that?”
“Not directly, no. He didn’t have to. A man like that doesn’t settle down long. They’re wild and the call to roam and stray always tugs at them. Maybe it’s best to create some space between you the two of you now to avoid the heartache later. I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore. Your momma can’t take it—tears her up every time you call crying.”
I rub my forehead. What the hell is going on? Is that why Zach didn’t wait on me yesterday? Does he seriously want me to give him a break? Have I been too blind to see any signs that my man’s unhappy?
Maybe I shouldn’t force him to go see Brady with me. Maybe Daddy’s right.
“What time does he want to meet?” I ask.
“He’ll be at the hotel to pick you up around eleven thirty.”