Page 32 of Charger

“I’m not kidding, Jules. Get in the car.” His teeth are grinding.

After about thirty seconds, I give up, realizing I won’t win. “Fine.”

Once we’re both inside, he bangs on the steering wheel, open-handedly. “What the fuck, Jules. I’m all about two seconds away from going back in there and strangling Tommy.”

“What the fuck? Really? You have the nerve to ask me that when you were making out with Sam all of about five minutes ago.”

“Maybe if you stuck around long enough, you would have seen me push her away.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you were pushing her away.”

Zach huffs out a breath. “She doesn’t mean anything and you know that. I’m fucking crazy about you, Jules. I have been, since we were fucking fifteen. Maybe even longer… I don’t know. There’s no one I want to be with more than you. Can’t you see that?”

I stare out the passenger’s side window. Somehow, I believe him. “You didn’t want to kiss her?”

“No, I didn’t and I don’t. Her kiss took me by surprise. I didn’t expect it, so it took me a second before I pulled her off me.”

We’re both silent for a moment, before I break it. “You punched Tommy.” There’s amusement in my voice.

“Damn right I did, and I would do it again too. Nobody touches you like that, and I would have killed him if he did something to you. Do you hear me, Jules? I would have fucking murdered him.”

I believe him. He would do anything for me. To protect me, or avenge any wrong doing that’s bestowed upon me. That’s for certain.

Zach pulls into his driveway, gets out and opens my door. We walk across the way until we reach my house. I stop at the door to unlock it. “Um, my parents are probably asleep. So… if you wanted to come inside, you can.”

“I was already planning on it.”

“Right.” I swallow nervously as I step inside.

We quietly tread upstairs to my room and I make sure to lock my bedroom door this time. Behind me, Zach wraps his arms around my stomach and whispers in my ear. A warm feeling takes over my entire body.

“I would never hurt you intentionally. You do know that, right?”

“Yes.” I nod my head slightly.

He kisses my neck and I close my eyes, moving my head just enough to give him more. Working his way down to my shoulders, he brushes my hair to the other side.

“Zach…” He answers with a small moan. “Will you, you know, have sex with me tonight?” That was stupid… asking. And I can feel the heat on my face.

He stops kissing me, gently turning me in his arms. “Is that what you want?”

“I wouldn’t want my first to be with anyone else but you.”

He takes my face in his hands and lightly brushes my lips with his own. “And I sure as hell don’t want anyone else to be your first, or your last.”

Zach unzips my dress slowly. My skin tingles as he runs the tips of his fingers down my back, sending shivers through me. “You cold?”

“No, your touch just feels amazing.”

He pulls my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I stand there, in nothing but my strapless bra and lace thong panties, knowing he’s taking me all in. “You’re perfect.”

“Hardly, not even close.” I hug myself in a vulnerable state.

“I told you before… don’t hide yourself from me.” He grabs me and lifts me onto the bed. He takes his suit jacket off, followed by his tie. Then he starts undoing the buttons to his dress shirt. Before I know it, I’m left with a perfect view of him. He goes for his dress pants next, along with his boxers, throwing them on the floor next to his shirt. Zach is so hot it’s actually painful.

I trace his abs with my fingertips, bringing them down slowly so I can take his length in my hand. As I begin to stroke him gently, his eyes close and he leans his head back.

“Fuck, Jules.” He stops me. “I’m gonna come right here if you keep that up.” He lowers his body over mine and unhooks my bra, tossing it somewhere. Then he removes my underwear as he lifts my butt off the bed. “You’re ready for me already.”

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