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“Yes, please,” she begged as her back bowed. “Please, Zeke, please…”
My arm tightened over her middle, holding her prisoner to my thrusts.I felt her inner muscles start to convulse, tighter and tighter as I drove deep. And then the rest of her began to tremble in my arms.
Fuck…I groaned deep, my own release balling into the tightest knot in my spine as I jammed my cock harder and faster into her hot pussy. She held onto my arms, trusting me to hold all of her—to pleasure and take care of all of her. And goddamn, that was the most precious thing I’d ever been given.
My teeth sank into the curve of her neck feeling her body spiral toward her orgasm, taking mine with it.
“Come all over me, angel,” my gravelly voice instructed roughly as I rolled her clit under my thumb, shooting her into the release she was chasing.
“Zeke!” She hurled my name into the heavens as she came.
Her body wrung mine, convulsing along my length and pulled my own release free. I was coming inside her.Not on her. Not into a condom.Against her womb.
A rough shout barreled from my chest, the thought shooting me over the edge.I wasn’t sure if my eyes were open or shut—the stars that stretched in my vision remained the same as my dick pulsed inside her. Filling her up with my cum.
My wife.
I held her to me for long minutes after, letting our bodies return to earth in the cool night air.
It wasn’t going to be the same after this. The tether between us had always been more than physical… but now… now I was afraid it could quickly become everything.
CHAPTER15
KENZIE
“Hi.” I slipped through the door into Zeke’s office.
He lifted his head, his eyes darkening when he regarded me.
I ran my palms along the side of my thighs, feeling the heat course like electricity through my skin. Part of me thought this would fade—the aching. The want. The way he made me feel.
I’d hoped to build a tolerance to Zeke Williams, but in our first almost four weeks of marriage, I’d only grown to want my temporary husband more. Especially after that night in the field.
It didn’t matter how many times I took his body in mine, what I’d agreed to that night was more than just a safe place for loud sex. It was more of a future. More permanence.
I’d agreed to a risk I shouldn’t be taking—one that involved a home as much as it did my heart.
But it was hard to argue his reasoning. Coming back to the apartment that night made me think about the future differently. For so long, my focus had only been on custody. On getting Jake away from Stan. In my mind, anything was better than him being left alone with my ex.
But when I got past that part—I had to admit that the apartment above Zeke’s law office wasn’t exactly ideal for a young boy. Sure, he’d have his own room, and there was space enough to be comfortable, and if it was the only option, I’d take it in a heartbeat. But the notion of a house… land…a pool.How could I not want that for my son?
And how could I not want my husband for myself?
I’d known Zeke for almost nine months now. Nine of the lowest, hardest, and most painful months of my life. He knew some of my most difficult truths before I’d even walked through the door to Blooms, but that night, somehow, everything between us became more real and vulnerable. Two incomplete pieces that came together into something whole.
It was a strange feeling—to feel whole without my son. For so long, Jake had defined my life. I loved him. I would die for him… and I almost had. But that night reminded me that I was my own person, too. That I was a whole being outside of being a mother. And the whole of me was having a very hard time not falling for my temporary husband.
If I was honest, the last almost two weeks since that night had made me wonder if we were both fooling ourselves into thinking that we could eventually walk away from this—from each other. But that wasn’t a discussion for now. Nothing for myself was a discussion until I had custody of Jake.
“Hey.” Zeke set the papers he’d been reading down, giving all of his focus to me. “Everything okay?”
“He agreed,” I said, unsure if everything was okay or not.
Zeke lifted an eyebrow. “To come to the beach bash?”
I nodded slowly.
I’d expected a lot of things from Stan over the last week and a half. Refusing to let me call Jake. Trying to prevent me from seeing my son.Anything to get back at me for marrying Zeke. I waited for the other shoe to drop, especially today when I’d asked him to bring Jake to the beach bash in Carmel this weekend so I could see him.
