He trails along my bra and down my stomach, biting at my navel. A cool breeze blows against my clit, and I clench my eyes shut, the pleasure too intense.
A warm tongue laves at my wetness and a small moan escapes my lips. The stubble on his cheeks rubs against my thighs, causing the skin to burn. He continues to lick, suck, and nip at my clit and *, my body writhing and tensing as it’s wound into a ball of pleasure and tingles.
My toes curl along the edge of the desk, and a soft cry catches in my throat.
Zeek pulls away, my body cooling instantly.
“Why’d you stop?” I pant.
Leaning over, his hands undo my left handcuff before doing the same to the right.
“I need inside of you.” His voice comes out tremulous. “Bed,” he pants. Scooping me off the desk, I spot all my paperwork, lamp, and cuffs on the floor.
“Yes. Bed,” I agree, fisting his dark hair into my fingers.
“When I’m done with you, when I feel like I’ll actually be satisfied, that tight little * of yours is going to be ruined. I’m going to tear it up, because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, and I plan on doing it as much as possible.”
FIFTEEN
ZEEK
I can’t sleep. I just keep watching Jillian. The way the sheet is tangled around her soft skin, the way her lips part as she’s asleep. She’s someone I surely don’t deserve. I put up a barrier long ago, locking anything that might make me weak in a cage. Anything human, I should say—feelings, affection, hope. I was an animal; the only thing I focused on was fucking, eating, and killing. It was safer that way. But Jillian, she pushed through the bars of my cage, taming me into someone who has compassion, into something humane. She made me feel. I don’t like it; it’s unnatural.
When I’m away from her, I’m thinking about the next time I’m going to be near her again. When I’m with her, I can’t get enough of her. I want everything she has to offer. I want her body. Her soul. Her love. I want every breath she takes, every moan she whimpers spilling from her lips because of me.
Bringing her close to me, I pull the blanket back over the both of us. She’s terrible about hogging them, but I like it.
“I love you, Jillian,” I whisper into her hair.
I’ll kill her before I let her leave me.
***
The whistle of Kill Bill wakes me from my sleep. Squinting against the sunlight, the phone goes off again.
Cursing, I get off the bed and head into the living room, finding my jeans on the floor.
Three missed calls, and three texts. All from Felix. Shit, I forgot to check in with him yesterday. I better get to the club; since I’ve been away, my uncle has made it his personal playgroup.
I get dressed and head back into the bedroom. Jillian is naked, tangled in the sheet, her black furball sleeping at the top of her pillow.
My phone goes off again, another text from Felix. What the fuck?
I open the first text.
Where are you, man? Haven’t heard from you…
I’ve called and called. You don’t reply, I’m having Mac trace your fucking cell!
You missed Church.
I open the last text and find a picture of Jillian’s house. My eyes widen, my heart racing. He’s here!
Swiping my hands through my hair, I stride out of the house and find Felix on his bike right out front.
I head down the steps.
“You fucking had Mac trace my cell phone?” I seethe.
“Man, you don’t so much as piss without me knowing. You’ve been gone, I didn’t know if some club offed you, Frank got you, or what!” He points at the house. “Who’s in there?”
I shrug. “A chick.”
“Hmm. Where’s your bike?” He tilts his head to the side.
Rubbing my forehead, I try to think of a reason that would explain why I park around the corner… but I don’t have one.
Ignoring him, I walk toward my bike. Hearing boots thud against the ground, I look over my shoulder, finding Felix following me.
“And why would you park around the block? You hiding something?”
I stop, anger rushing through my veins.
“I think you better head back to the club, and keep your nose in your own shit,” I bark.
He nods, looking off into the distance. He turns around and walks toward Jillian’s garage, looking in, and I know right then and there that the game is up.
“What. The. Fuck!” He jumps back, his hands in his hair.
“It’s not what you think.”
He scoffs.
“You fucking that?”
I rub at the back of my neck. “I tried, man. I tried like hell to stay away… I just couldn’t.” I shake my head.
“You’re actually serious. Do you realize what you’ve done?”
I don’t say anything, because anything he has to say has already crossed my mind a million times.
“They’ll kill you.” He shoves me hard and I swallow, trying to stay calm.
“They will kill you!” he repeats, shoving me again. Having enough, I shove him back so hard he falls on his ass. But not for long; he jumps to his feet and gets in my face.
“We have history, Felix, and I love you like a brother. But don’t take that as a weakness.”
“They. Will. Kill. You,” he whispers, his eyes glossy.