“Wake up, Jillian.” Hot breath accompanies the whisper against the back of my head, weight pressing into the back of my calves. My eyes lazily open, and I find Zeek sitting on his haunches, his cock freestanding and ready for more. The room is dark, yet still light enough for me to make out Zeek. My body responds instantly; my nipples harden, and my sex beads with wetness. Feeling a little more comfortable with my body around Zeek—and half-asleep—I push myself up with my hands, pressing my ass to him.
“That’s my girl,” he groans, palming the mounds of my ass cheeks. He bends down, grabbing the condoms off the floor. After he puts one on, he places one hand on the small of my back, the other on the base of his cock. He settles himself between my wet lips, the soreness from before immediately forgotten, my sex throbbing to have him again. Butterflies swarm in my stomach in anticipation. Pressing himself in, he thrusts forward without haste. His pace is harder than before, but perfect. I grasp the sheets as he nearly pulls all the way out before driving right back into me. I gasp as my body rocks back and forth. My headboard slams into the wall, the legs of it screeching against the hardwood floor. He’s hitting me just right, my body buzzing with pleasure already. His chest hovers over me, his hand grasping my tit firmly. I hiss and begin to meet his thrusts. He growls in my ear, his teeth scraping along the outer shell. He seems to like it when my body becomes in sync with his.
His hands leave my breast and fist my hair roughly. Slowly, he turns my head and his mouth captures mine, seizing the breath from my lungs. He licks my tongue, and his lips suck and take whatever I have to offer. I know without a doubt he’s marking my soul. My body responds to him in a way I can’t comprehend. My mind, once made to believe he was the bad guy, is not so sure anymore. People with common sense fear the Outlaws. They lock their doors at night, and they look in a room before entering. Me? I take one to bed, willingly. And I’d do it over and over again if it means I get to see him naked every day.
His body shudders, a roar leaving his lips and filling my mouth. Hearing him come undone, feeling his heart pound against my back, throws my body over the edge. Clenching my eyes shut, I cry out with pleasure, my body winding up so tight until my arms give out, causing us to fall into the mattress. Zeek drives into me one more time, not wanting it to end.
His breath wisps into my hair, his chest hard and sticky against my back.
“I can’t get enough of you, Jillian. I’ve fucked you twice and my dick is still insatiable.”
I half laugh, my heart racing in my chest before falling into a deep sleep once again.
EIGHT
ZEEK
A tickle on my foot causes me to jerk awake.
“Meow.”
Sitting up straight, the cat from Hell is sitting at the foot of the bed staring at me with its devil eyes. He’s licking his lips, his tail flicking back and forth. My mother told me and Lip growing up that black cats are bad luck, that they bring evil energy. So to say I grew up a little… nervous around them is accurate.
I kick my foot, and it turns and jumps off the bed.
“Fucking cat.”
I turn my head to see if I woke Jillian; she’s sound asleep, lying on her chest. Her hair is messed up in the sexiest way possible, and her mouth is open.
I stayed the night. I’ve never stayed the night at a chick’s house before. What the fuck?
Closing my eyes, images of her play in my mind. Bringing her to ecstasy was erotic, the little gasps and uncontrolled moans bringing me to my knees. She’s unlike any girl I’ve been with, and it scares the fucking shit out of me. If the club found out about her, they’d kill her for sure, then me.
It’s selfish of me to be here, but where she’s concerned… I’m greedy. If I had any balls, I’d leave and never come back. Save what little pieces of her heart I haven’t taken hostage.
“Mmm. Hey there,” she groans, her voice muffled with sleep.
“Hey.” I sit back, pulling the sheet to cover my dick, which is getting hard just from hearing her voice.
This is awkward. What do people do after they wake up from fucking all night? With the club bunnies, I usually just got up and left, or kicked them out. My instincts are telling me to leave right now.
“Are you hungry or anything?” she whispers, her hair falling in her face. Food. That would have been the thing to do, make her breakfast in bed or some shit. My head throbs; I am so out of my league here. Ooh, donuts. I brought donuts last night.
Getting off the bed, I cup my junk with one hand and step into the other room, grabbing the box of donuts. On the way back, I pass the voodoo cat eating one that must have fallen on the floor.
“I got breakfast covered.” I smirk, setting the box at the end of the bed. When I got them, I meant to be a smartass. I didn’t account for the idea that she might actually like donuts, or that they’d help save the awkwardness of waking up the next morning after a night full of fucking.
Sitting up, her tits come into view. My dick strains against my palm instantly. Sitting on the bed, I pile the sheets on my never-ending erection. This shit’s painful.
She opens the box and grabs a sprinkled one.
“You, eh, like the sprinkled ones, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flush, she sucks the icing off one of her fingers. Fuck. The way she does that, it has my cock jealous.
“Yeah, sprinkles are kind of my thing.” She smiles.