Page 23 of Spite Crush

My gaze drifted back to the freckles on his shoulder, and I reached up to stroke my fingers lightly over them, tracing the straightline they made like Orion’s belt on his skin.

One of them would be called Sally.

“Did you get lost?”

“I’m right here,” I assured him, easing back then snapping my hips into him again. “I apologize if I’m not rushing things.” I moved again, easing back then in again, a little harder. “I didn’t expect to be so obsessed with your body.” Back, then in, hard enough to make Zak grunt as his entire body rocked forward. “It’s hard to believe I’m really here.” Back.In. Back. In. Back. In. “You’re so hot.” Back. “So tight.” In. “So perfect.”

I slid my hand underneath him to grip his erection, using his precum to slick my palm before jerking him once, twice, three times, and then he moaned loudly, spilling his release onto the sheets beneath us.

His orgasm caused his ass to contract around my shaft and I followed him over the edge. My nails digging into his shoulder as I cried out, my balls emptying into him, fire dancing over my nerves as waveafter wave of pleasure crested up my spine.

I rolled off of Zak’s body to flop onto my back on the mattress next to him, and he shifted to drape his chest over mine, crushing my already heaving lungs under his weight.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “That was incredible.”

“It really was,” I agreed. I leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on top of his head. “We should do it again sometime.”

He chuckled, the sound making his body vibrate over mine.

Which was pretty incredible, too.

Zak slowly started running his fingers over my chest, tracing over the various images that littered my skin.

It made me want to tell him about the freckles on his shoulder. Did he know they were there? Had he ever seen them for himself? Or had someone else told him they were there?

That thought made my stomach coil in anger so I forced myself to push it away. It didn’t matter if anyonehad seen them before…they were mine now.

“How many tattoos do you have?” he asked softly, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I spent years getting at least one in every city we played a show in. After a while I stopped keeping track.”

I forced myself not to squirm under his inspection. I loved my tats, all of them. But I couldn’t pretend that some of them weren’t incredibly stupid. There were quite a few that held real meaning for me. But most ofthem were impulsive decisions, chosen just to amuse myself.

“They suit you,” he said.

“I’m glad you approve,” I told him. “They’re permanent.”

“Yeah.” He huffed out an amused sound as he rolled out of my arms and turned to flick off the lamp on his bedside table. “Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.”

“Any time,” I assured him, turning to switch off my own light. “Don’t hog the covers.”

He didn’t answer as the room was plunged into darkness, but he wrapped an arm over my waist and settled his warm, hard chest against my back.

I lay awake for a while, long after he’d started softly snoring, his breath blowing gently across the back of my neck.

Of everything that had happened between us over the last week, falling asleep in his arms might have been the most unexpected moment we’d shared.

And I had no idea how I was supposed to feel about him now.

Chapter Ten

~Zak~

I woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring and I sat up, looking around in confusion for a moment until I remembered where I was.

“Sorry,” Kellen mumbled as he slammed his hand onto his phone screen. “Meds.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him, sitting up and stretching. “I should probably get going anyway.” I needed to rent a car and head back home today. I probably should have just taken thebus back with the team, but I hadn’t been sure what was going to happen with Kellen, or for how long, and I’d wanted to give myself time if needed.

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