Page 36 of Simply You & Me

Before I can react, his meaty hand is gripping my throat. "You. Are. Beautiful." Zach punctuates each word by gripping my throat tight enough to make my panties a little damp. I can still breathe, but the pressure causes my next exhale to sound like a moan.

His voice dips so low I can feel the rumble in my center as he steps between my parted legs. "Feel what your feminine body does to me." A gasp flies from my parted lips, his hard cock grinding against my center. "Now, my doll doesn't say things like that anymore. Let’s shower," he grunts, stepping back and slipping his sweatpants down.

Wooziness assaults my senses at his actions and the sudden departure from where I want him the most. My breaths are shallow, watching him discard his pants. His fucking boxers don't hide anything from the imagination, and this time when saliva pools in my mouth, it's not from nausea; no, I'm starving. I hop off the counter, feeling needy and touch starved.

Zach doesn't reach to remove the last bit of fabric from his body. Instead, he looks me in the eye and slowly slides my panties down, careful with my thighs. Such strong hands shouldn't be capable of the gentle way he removes the bandage on my thigh. I feel like I should protest, but when I rack my brain for a reason, I don't find one. Like every other time I'm wrapped in Zach's aura, my mind is blissfully quiet.

My body is pliant as he moves me under the steaming spray of the shower head. As soon as the pain from my thigh abates, I melt under the water. I groan, tipping my head back, shocked when it lands against his chest. I hadn't realized he would be joining me, I guess.

I open my mouth to say something, but my words die before they can form. Zach's large palms twist my naked body around to face him. Without preamble, he tips my head back under the spray. My eyes flutter closed as he shampoos and conditions my hair, massaging my scalp like a fucking pro.

I'm putty in his hold while he drags my soapy loofa along my skin. It's absolute heaven. No thoughts enter my mind; I'm blissfully… nothing. In this shower stall with Zach, I can simply just exist. My tummy no longer swirls with ickiness, only butterflies and excitement.

Lost in my haze of relaxation, I jerk with a whimper when the roughness of the loofa brushes my clit. "Zach," I gasp, unable to control the way my hips tilt toward him.

Opening my eyes for the first time in a while, I find Zach staring me down with a heated gaze that makes me lean into him even more. "What do you want, Doll?" The tension in his jaw shows me how hard he's working to hold himself back from devouring me whole, and that effort inflates my trust in him even more.

He rubs the loofa across my sensitive flesh a bit harder when I don't respond. I whisper, "Y-you." I usually feel uncomfortable being so forward, but Zach makes me feel like it's okay to want things. Like my desires are valued. "I want you to touch me, please."

He dips toward me, his chest pressing against mine. "Are you sure, Dolly? You want to stand there and let me take care of you?"

"Yes! Please," I moan, and almost combust when the loofa splashes against my feet. Zach's hand swiftly replaces it, gripping my core like he fucking owns it. I swear he growls out a possessive 'mine’, but his lips descend on mine in the next beat. Stealing the exhale of my gasp, he tangles his tongue with mine instantly.

My hips do an involuntary roll as the pad of his thumb rubs my clit, just as two fingers dive between my folds. Without skipping a stroke of his thumb, he plunges two fingers inside of me. I moan, mewl, whimper, and grunt, but Zach's there to swallow every sound that slips from my lips to his.

At once, his fingers curl inside of me, and his thumb pushes against my throbbing nub harder. Bliss shatters me, white spots stealing my vision of the man holding me in his arms.

"Such a good dolly," he groans against my lips, slowly sliding his fingers out of my sensitive core. My vision wavers slightly as I pull away from his mouth with a teeny smile. I curl into his chest, enjoying the cooling water rinsing away our activities.

"My perfect girl. So beautiful," Zach murmurs against the top of my head. His subtle rocking and post orgasmic sleepies soothe some of my fractured edges from last night.

I hum in response, feeling safe and accepted.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Wyatt

"What are you working on?"

Shit! I slam the laptop closed, panicked at hearing Addie's soft voice over my shoulder. "Nothing," I add quickly. This is one of those moments where I would absolutely fucking facepalm because my reaction was far too suspicious.

Turning in my seat at the island, I curse myself for putting my back to the living room. I was so wrapped up in trying to figure out who was hacking into my shit and reciprocating the invasion that I didn't hear Adelyn's approach.

"Oh, sorry," Addie mumbles, her face falling with disappointment. She's tense as she walks away and sits beside Rory on the floor.

Fuck. Clenching my teeth on the unlit clove in my mouth, I catch Julian scowling at me. I don't have to wait long before he abandons his seat beside Tate and stalks towards me.

"What the hell, man? I swear we all heard your laptop crack from the living room," Julian hisses.

"Shit, I don't know. I panicked." I toss my arms in the air and swivel to face my laptop again. I don't see any cracks in the screen. Yet. I might fucking throw it across the room if I don't figure out who's trying to track us down.

Julian sighs, leaning against the counter beside me. "Find anything?"

"Working on it," I grunt. "I mean shit, Jules. We jumped through so many damn hoops to cover our tracks out here. Whoever is trying to track us down wants blood."

"Do we need to leave?" he murmurs, peeking over his shoulder at a laughing Tate. This move has been the best thing that's ever happened to our boy. There's no way in fuck we are dragging him away from his home.

"No," I growl. "This is our home now. I'll keep us hidden."

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