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ZACH
Finally, the fucking deal is done.
After catching a cab at the airport, I call Zander and Zane, giving them the good news and then close my eyes on the back seat. This week has been so hectic, something I have avoided since my marriage.
My wife, another mystery!
Every night this week she called me exactly at eleven. I don’t need to be a super genius to know why. She was checking up on me. Even when she said she was okay with my bullshit crap, she’s totally uncool about it, and I fucking love it!
But my Hopper has got nothing to worry about. She has ruined every other woman for me. My every free minute is spent thinking about her or Ray or Mr. Stanley. But the question is, for how long? If she ever knows my truth, she’ll run away, taking herself and Ray far from me.
When I look at couples around us, Zander and Rose, Kristy and Oscar, all of them fucking stinking of that cozy, mushy shit, it twists my crazy brain. It starts scheming images of Hope and me. But that’s not in the cards for us.
It’s already ten thirty when I reach The Ritz.
I quietly turn the doorknob and peek into Ray’s room. The custom-made yellow dragon nightlight casts a dim shadow in his room. I notice the photo frame I got for him on his nightstand. In truth, it was a present for both of them. To let them know I would be missing them.
Some of the uneasiness in my chest unclenches as I shut the door.
He’s safe. He’s happy.
My chest heaves and my legs fucking shake as I stagger toward my bedroom. My heart fucking hammers like I’ve bench-pressed three hundred pounds by the time I turn the doorknob.
Hope is lying on the couch. Her emerald eyes are wide open as she stares at the ceiling. My chest tightens when I spot my pillow, she’s squeezing with both hands close to her heart. Just looking at her makes me hard these days. On top of that, I feel a tingling in my chest, which sometimes I think is all the sugar finally catching up.
How did I never notice her curvy body before? Her loose hair flows over the pillow. Her beautiful face is lost in thought. Her kissable lips are wet as if she was running her tongue over them. My gaze skids to her cheeks, which turn this beautiful shade of red every time she comes. God, how she comes.
I must have made some sound because her gaze darts to the door where I’m shamelessly gawking at her.
“Zach?” she says, and disbelief coats her voice before she’s upright. Her mouth falls open as her grip on my pillow tightens for a beat. “You’re here.” Her eyes are wide as if she’s conjured me up in her dreams multiple times over this last week.
And wouldn’t I fucking love it.
After a beat she jumps from the couch and darts right into my arms.
“Somebody missed me,” I say as my heart beats so fast that I’m sure it’s going to rip out of my chest. Her excitement is infectious.
I kiss her as her hands cup my jaw.
Fuck! Have I ever felt so cherished in my life?
Her touch takes away all the fatigue and fuels me with a frenzy. She tugs on my hair at the same time kissing and biting my lips. It seems as if she’s borrowed my impatient soul for tonight. And that’s hot, dammit!
Anxiously she pulls my tie, and it takes her a long time to get it on the floor before she goes for my shirt buttons. She is all thumbs tonight. Her stable, baker hands leaving her.
Her eagerness fuels my desire, flowing through my veins like hot lava as I carry her to the bed, and we are both naked in record time. Stretching out above her, I position myself at her warm, wet sex before easing inside. She gasps and draws me in. Her sounds continue to make me crazy. I throw her arms above her head and pin them with mine.
This feels different. This feels amazing.
I have fucked so many women, but with Hope this feels likemore.
When I’m with a woman, I am just looking forward to that place in my head where everything else disappears. But with Hope, I’m not chasing the thoughtlessness. She consumes all my thoughts when we are connected in the most primal way.
“Zach, come back to me,” she says, and her nimble fingers move over my forehead.
I’m still inside her, rocking my hips in slow but deep, hard thrusts. My gaze drops down to where we’re connected and it takes me a second to realize why this felt different.
Fuck! I forgot the condom dammit!
