Page 49 of Sweet and Salty

Caleb: You know I am. Just enjoy your three weeks off.

Me: I am. Trust me.

Caleb: Tell Zoe I said hi.

Me: Will do.

I set my phone back down, petting Gregory a few more times before heading to the kitchen. This place feels like home, and while we haven’t ironed out all the details, we’re prepared for me to live here with her and commute to Charleston when needed. It’s the most serious I’ve ever been about anyone, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love Zoe.

“What are you doing?” Zoe's voice sounds as she walks through the front door, catching me unloading the dishwasher and putting glasses in her cabinets. “You're supposed to be resting!” She sets her things down on the kitchen island, looking at me with chiding eyes.

“Kitten,” I say as she grabs my good hand, tugging me through the kitchen and into the living room before settling me on the couch. “If I rest anymore, I’ll turnintoyour couch,” I continue. “I'm fine. My physical therapist says I need to move.”

“Yeah, but not too much,” she says, shaking her head at me. “I picked up your favorite ice cream on my way home from work,” she continues, walking back to the bag she sat on the kitchen island, showing it to me. “Do you want some now or later?”

“Later,” I answer with a laugh. “You know you can't keep waiting on me hand and foot forever,” I continue as she puts the treat in the freezer and makes her way over to me.

“You took a bullet for me, Silver,” she says, grinning down at me mischievously. “I'll never be able to wait on you enough.”

“Cut that shit out,” I say playfully as she leans over me where I sit on the couch. She's still standing, and I reach out to gently grip her hips. “I'm fine. You're not in my debt. I love you. I would do anything for you.”

She purses her lips, her eyes trailing over my face and lingering on my lips. “I love you too,” she says. “And just because I'm not in your debt doesn't mean I can't show you how appreciative I am.”

She slowly drops to her knees, her delicate hands massaging my muscled thighs before she unbuttons my pants and shimmies them down enough to free me, stroking me, her eyes flicking from my cock up to my face in a flirtatious and downright temptress sort of way.

“What were we talking about?” I ask, every thought emptying from my head.

“How much I love you,” she says before wrapping her lips around my cock.

“Fuck me,” I hiss, my hips jolting off the couch as my head falls back against it, losing myself in the way she feels.

My hand slides into the silken strands of her hair, gently holding on as she devours me.

“Jesus, Kitten,” I groan as she works me into a frenzy, fast and hard, sucking on my thick head and making my eyes roll back.

She murmurs something with me in her mouth, the vibrations from her voice making lightning streak down my spine as she takes me all the way in, her eyes watering and jaw straining from the act.

“You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” I say, eyes on her as she moves up and down on me.

She ups her pace, alternating between sucking and stroking and licking me, the combination enough to have me seeing fucking stars. “Kitten,” I growl in warning, and the hand on my thigh tenses as she keeps to her unrelenting pace?—

I spill into her mouth, hot and heady, my heart racing as she swallows me down, gently pulling away from me as she wipes her mouth.

“My turn,” I growl, reaching for her, but she dances just out of reach.

“Not a chance, Silver,” she says, chiding me playfully. “You need to be resting your body.”

“Zoe,” I groan. “How long are you going to keep doing this?” The woman had been spoiling me since I'd come home from the hospital, and she looked like she had no intentions of letting up any time soon.

“Until you can reach for something without flinching.”

I stretch my arm, showing her the move without a flinch in sight.

She shakes her head at me. “You relax,” she says. “I'm going to make dinner.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest, but I do as I'm told.

And while I watch her, I wonder how in the fuck I got so lucky.

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