Page 37 of Zen's Crash

Lexi is just as eager for me as I am for her. I can tell because both of her hands drift down and wrap around my thick cock before guiding me into place. Never one to pass up an offered treat, I slowly enter her, slipping into her tight, wet heat. I know I’m a lot for a woman to take, so I go slow, rocking my hips back and forth to ease my way in.

Lexi gasps, and her body tenses up. I reach down and tenderly run my finger over her clit to take her mind off the obvious burn of taking all of me. It works like a charm. BeforeI know it, she’s relaxing into the moment with me. Her hands come up to cup my face, and she rubs my cheekbones with the pads of her thumbs. It’s a tenderness I didn’t expect, so it catches me off guard. Lexi is snaking herself into my heart faster than I imagined possible.

When I finally bottom out, I say, “I thought there for a minute that I might be too much.”

Her hands drift down and over my shoulders as she says, “Absolutely not. You’re the perfect size.”

“It’s true, then. Little white lies make the world go ‘round.”

When she laughs at my stale joke, my heart squeezes with happiness. I lift myself a little and pull out as we both look down to see my big cock sliding out of her pretty pink pussy and disappearing back inside when I thrust forward.

She murmurs breathlessly, “We look good together.”

“Yeah, we do. I’m glad we decided to steal a little time for what matters in life.”

Her head lifts to look at me, and I can see the hint of confusion on her face, so I clarify, “Personal connections and forging bonds are what’s important in life. Everything else is just window dressing. You know that, right?”

Unsurprisingly, she nods her agreement. “I do agree with that, actually. And for me, it’s about making good memories that will eventually shove all the bad memories out of my mind.”

I reach up with one hand and smooth a strand of hair out of her face. “The human brain is a storage device, among otherthings. It only has so much storage capacity. You might as well fill it with wonderful memories, right?”

When she nods, I can see she’s getting emotional. Time for a nice, strong fuck to take her mind off all the shit that’s been going sideways in her life, particularly over the last ten months.

I pull out again and then thrust gently back inside. Her head tips forward to rest on my chest. I concentrate on setting an increasingly fast pace. The next thing I know, Lexi has her mouth on my chest, kissing my naked skin. When her tongue comes out to swipe against my nipple, it’s thrilling and amps up my lust. It’s also unexpected enough to upset the steady rhythm of my thrusting. I recover quickly, though, and before long, Lexi is writhing in pleasure beneath me.

There is no greater ego gratification in the world than watching a woman enjoy my cock, knowing I’m the one giving her pleasure. It speaks to my soul as a man. This time, it’s even more special because it’s Lexi—my feminine counterpart, the yin to my yang, my perfect match.

I can feel her core tightening around my cock. I reach down and give her clit the attention it needs so she can come all over my cock. And she comes so hard that I think she’s going to choke my cock. It’s the most exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure I’ve ever known, and I never want it to end. Unfortunately, the continuous fluttering of her pussy begins to pull me over the edge as well. I thrust hard and fast a few times and fill her with my hot seed. Stilling inside her, I realize my whole body is locked into place as I empty myself inside her.

Lexi is back to whispering my name over and over. I like hearing my name whispered on her lips, as it’s a gentle reminder that she knows who’s giving her the best orgasms ofher life. Okay, that was arrogant as fuck. But I’m flying high on the best sex of my life, and as long as I keep from saying stupid shit like that out loud, it’s all good.

When we’re both spent, I roll over with her on top and my cock still stuffed inside the warm, soft confines of her body. I grab a blanket and pull it over us so we can stay wrapped in a warm embrace for a while longer. My brain switches off, and my last coherent thought is how much I want more nights like tonight, with Lexi in my arms, in my bed, and in my life.

Chapter 15

Lexi

Iwake in a room with sunbeams streaming through the cracks of the blinds. I’m comfortable, so clearly, I’m not in my own cramped bed in the safe room. I open my eyes and stare at an unfamiliar bedroom. It’s sleek, modern, and very masculine. I freeze in place, realizing who the big, warm body pressing against me belongs to.

Memories immediately come flooding back of everything that happened in the last few days. I’d been pissed that he’d accused me of stealing his sister’s money, though I guess he had his reasons. But after reading through the files I sent him about my dad’s murder, he’d shelved the investigation into his sister’s missing crypto because he thought I was in mortal danger from the same man who killed my dad. I still don’t know if I believe that’s true, but there is something weird going on in my life. All I know right now is that I’m grateful Zen and his club stepped up to help a girl out. Otherwise, I’d still be locking myself up in the safe room, attributing that voice to my PTSD. God only knows how that would have eventually panned out.

When Zen moves, I take that as an opportunity to slide out of his bed and use his ensuite bathroom. Picking up my clothing along the way, I decide to grab a quick shower and try to get dressed for the day.

Standing in his shower with warm water flowing over my shoulders, I blush furiously at the memory of how he ate me out with a kind of enthusiasm I never thought possible in a guy. Then again, Zen’s not just any guy. He’s a hot, tatted-upbiker with abs of steel and a protective streak a mile wide. In other words, he’s nothing I thought I wanted in my life, but everything I desperately needed.

I soap up using his minty shower gel and quickly get out of the shower before he wakes up. I need to stay out of bed long enough to build myself a computer to use and figure out who and why my dad was killed. Was it some random act of violence, or something more premeditated by the serial killer my dad was apparently tracking? Thinking my dad was tracking this dangerous man over several states for a couple of decades is mind-blowing.

I turn the situation over in my mind as I dry off and get dressed. I always thought we were an average family growing up. Sure, my father was extra safety-conscious, but I believed all fathers were. Everything I thought I knew about my family was flipped upside down when we found that flash drive. If it hadn’t been perfectly obvious, he had named the flash drive ‘Hunting Information’. Of course, I hadn’t known that until I put the flash drive in my computer. Since my father didn’t hunt in the traditional sense of the word, that had been a big red flag before I opened the first folder.

How in the hell did my life get so fucked up, so fast? I stand in front of Zen’s bathroom mirror, finger-combing my long black hair as I try to figure this out.

When I return to the bedroom, Zen’s awake. He’s sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard, his phone in his hand, and a grim expression on his face. I rush over to him and ask, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did something bad happen?”

He stares at me with such intensity that I start to get scared. “Don’t tell me you have some kind of STD and didn’t wear protection because we got caught up in the moment.”

His eyes widen. “What? No! I’d never do something like that to a woman. I don’t normally have unprotected sex. You were a one-off situation.”

“Fair enough,” I say, feeling idiotic for jumping to that conclusion. “I apologize for thinking the worst of you.”

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