Page 55 of Zac

“That was awful,” she says, walking past me to the room. Following behind I close the door behind us and flip the lock.

“Which part?”

“The tension.” She laughs. “It was horrible. You could have just ignored him. He’s got smaller arms than I do, and it was sweet.”

“What was sweet?” I ask, taking another step closer.

“His flirting,” she says. “It was harmless.”

Gripping her waist I lift her and she squeals. Setting her on the counter, I stop in between her thighs. “So his flirting was cute?”

“You are not jealous.” She laughs the words. “Oh my God, Oliver!”

“You need a little reminder?”

“Of what?” She is challenging me. She loves to poke the bear.

“Of why it’s not a good idea for any guy big or small, tall or short, whatever the fuck he may be, to flirt with you.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“We’ll see about that.” He starts to unbuckle his belt, and then his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“You,” he states, his nostrils flaring. “I’m doing you, babe.”

My words are swallowed when his lips cover mine and he kisses the sass right out of me.

Luna

My back arches when he pushes in deep. “Is the flirting still cute?” he asks and I want to tease him, but I can’t manage the words. He blows my mind, every single time, it’s like all thoughts cease to exist.

Oliver consumes me, it may sound cheesy, but he completes me. I have never felt like I truly belong. My entire life I’ve always felt like something was missing. I was the weak link, the one the rest of my family tossed aside when I needed them most.

After that I floated through life, always feeling like at any moment I may crack and crumble. I walked in fear, afraid of myself at times.

Then I met Oliver.

It took us far too long to get to the point we are now, but I can truthfully say I have never trusted anyone more. I adore him, every ounce of crazy and all his weird ways. He makes me laugh, he makes me feel safe. But most of all, he’s shown me what it feels like to truly be loved. There are no conditions with Oliver, there are no this or thats, he loves all my faults. In turn, I love his just as strongly.

“I can do this all night long if that’s what it takes,” he adds and I remember then, he asked a question.

“Maybe I’ll refuse to answer so you’ll be forced to do this all night and into tomorrow.”

“Is that what you want, baby?” He cups my jaw, kissing me softly, biting my lip. “Do you need me to remind you over and over?”

“Yes, please.” I don’t care if it sounds like I am begging.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” We freeze when we hear Daxton’s voice boom over the shop outside the door. “Don’t you fuckers have a goddamn bed to screw in?”

I bury my face in Oliver’s chest and he smiles.

“Sorry, brother,” he says loud enough for Daxton to hear. “I had to remind my woman who she belonged to.”

I slap his chest. “I am not a dog you dick.”

“Speaking of dick.” He pushes deep into me once more. I keep waiting for Daxton to yell at us again but am thankful he doesn’t. Trying to keep quiet, I instead enjoy Oliver making sure I forget all about whatever his name was.

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