Page 78 of Shattered Fate

I’m going to explode in my jeans, and I hope to hell she either doesn’t notice in her own pleasure, or she doesn’t care.

Slowly, I ease my finger out and push it back in. She rubs her clit faster and faster.

I kiss her, our teeth gnashing together, our urgency bruising her lips, and I think I’ve gone too far but she cries out wanting more. A jagged sob tears out of her throat, and she comes, her pussy hugging my finger. Cum gushes out of her.

It’s too much for my dick, and I shoot off, the orgasm shaking my body from head to foot.

Zarah turns and cries into my chest, wetting my skin.

I slip my finger out of her and hold her close, the smell of sex weighing in the air.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby. It’s gonna be okay,” I breathe into her hair.

She cries for a long time, and all I can do is hold her. I’ve had women cry after sex. Sometimes in regret after a one-night stand, but that hasn’t been for a while. Some because after a good orgasm, they’re tired, emotional. Sometimes they’re happy, but that’s only happened to me with the woman I told Zarah about in the woods. She’d been the love of my life, and for a little while, I’d been hers.

“Sorry, I’m—”

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

“No. You did everything perfectly. I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

“You meanshouldbe like that. Sex, making love, should never hurt. Unless you like it. Some people do, but that’s a lesson for another time.”

She finds my lips in the dark, and she kisses me, pressing her entire body against mine. She’s so small, so tiny, a man could go insane trying to keep her safe.

I’m reluctant to tell her we need to go, but my arm is starting to fall asleep and it’s getting late. “You can clean up in the bathroom.”

“Did you come, too?”

“You are so fucking sexy, Zarah, my dick didn’t stand a chance.”

She laughs. “Crass.”

“True.”

I kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her and tangling my fingers in her hair. I’m grateful after what we shared she kisses me back, not a second of hesitation in her touch. She rolls off the couch and scampers into the bathroom, the hem of her blouse showcasing her slim thighs.

I use a kitchen towel to wipe up the damage in my pants. It’d been a while, and the gallons of cum in my boxers and all over my groin is proof. I need two hand towels to dry off completely,and I change my boxers in the bedroom. When I come out, Zarah’s in the living room pulling on her leggings.

I flop onto the couch, and Baby lifts her head to check everything is okay and falls back to sleep.

Zarah crawls into my arms, and she fits like my lap was made for nothing more than holding her. “Thank you for that.”

“Anything you need from me. I mean it. If you ever need something, tell me, and I will move heaven and earth to give it to you.”

“That’s sweet.”

It’s stupid. Her brother will be the one to give her what she needs. I’m never going to be good enough. Sorry, Pop.

It doesn’t even have anything to do with money, not really. Fate, destiny. The roads we travel have already been chosen for us. From the minute I was born, I wasn’t meant for the kind of life Zarah will eventually live having her billions. I wonder how difficult it was for Stella to fit herself into Zane’s world or if she still struggles to find a sense of belonging.

“It doesn’t change anything. Zane and your therapist are still pushing you onto the right path, whether you want to see it or not. You should explore.”

She runs her fingertips over my scruff, the bruise twinging under her touch. “But if I do, then you will.”

“I never dated much before I met you,” I say. “You don’t have to worry about me finding anyone while you’re on your adventures.”

Zarah holds one of my hands, and God, it’s a giant’s compared to hers. She traces my ink. Her voice trembles, but she says casually, “All it takes is one woman.”

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