Page 126 of Toeing the Line


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“Please Zeke, I want you to fuck me harder,” I say.

“How hard?”

“I want you to fuck me hard enough that I can still feel you when I’m at the rehearsal tomorrow.”

His pupils flare and he presses a brutal kiss to my lips, claiming my tongue with his, while he thrusts into me with renewed purpose.

I’ve never been with someone like this before. We fit together so well, as if I’m only just big enough to accommodate him, as if we were made for each other. And when he gazes down at me, holding my gaze with such intensity, it’s as if he can see through me, as if he can feel me from the inside in more ways than one.

He changes the angle ever so slightly, slipping his hand between us and pressing his thumb against my clit. At the intensity, I rock my head back, mouth agape, lips dry.

“Is this hard enough, baby? Is this what you want? For me to fuck you so deep and hard that you can’t walk without thinking of my cock buried in your pussy?”

“Yes,” I groan, relishing the way his tongue feels against my throat as he plows into me and I climb closer and closer to that edge.

“Are you going to give me your orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Whose orgasm is it?”

“Yours, Zeke. My orgasm… is… for… you…” And I fall over the edge, everything crashing down around me, the room filling with the feral, frenzied noises of someone I don’t know.

“Look at me, Faye,” he says, gripping my chin.

I open my eyes and meet his as he cries out my name and spills into me. He doesn’t waver, doesn’t look away as he empties into me, filling me with his warmth. He lets me watch him fall apart, and I’ve never seen him so vulnerable. My heart tugs and I stroke his cheek, pressing soft kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids.

“Faye,” he whispers over and over again, burying his face into the crook of my neck and wrapping his arms around me, holding me, stroking me as we both fall back to earth from our peak. He presses kisses to my ears, my temples, my cheeks, my chin.

“This is something,” he whispers. I tilt my head and wait for him to explain. He narrows his eyebrows. “Tell me I’m not alone.”

My heart flutters and I lower my gaze, trying to keep from falling apart. He swallows thickly and I cup his cheek.

“This is something,” I say. “It’s definitely something.”

He cups my cheek and presses a slow, tender kiss to my swollen lips.

“This is something big,” he says into my hair, pressing a kiss into the top of my head.

I nod and fight the grin that creeps into the corners of my mouth.

He holds me in like that, stroking the back of my neck and kissing me until we fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

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Brunch is heldin a banquet room off of the main dining room. It seems elaborate for a private party, and it’s far less interesting than what Faye and I were doing in our bed this morning—and then in the shower—but when I enter, there must be forty people or more milling around with cups of coffee, croissants, and custom omelets.

“Faye!” Edie waves us over from a table in the center.

“Hey man,” Darwin says, clasping my hand in a firm handshake as his groomsmen join him and we say our good mornings.

“Is Rick here yet?” Tate asks.

“Who’s Rick?” I ask.

“My uncle. You’ll have to meet him later. You’d like him.”

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