Page 21 of Taeja

“You guess?” she asked, her brows crinkling.

Sighing, Zain turned away from her. He walked to the railing and looked down into the backyard. He could see the fruit trees swaying and hear a low hum from nighttime insects.

“Zain…”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. She looked conflicted about whether she wanted to come closer or remain where she stood.

Finally, she decided. She walked to the railing and stood an arm’s length away from him.

She was still too close for comfort, but he kept quiet. He didn’t want her to feelshunned. She’d left the dinner to check on him. He could endure the proximity for a few moments. He’d been through worse.

Besides, she was trying her best to be mindful of his space. He was thankful that the touchy Taeja wasn’t forcing him to do more than he was capable of.

“I figure you’re not the type, but I’m here if you want to talk,” she said.

“You’re a listener now?” he asked.

Taeja’s mouth dropped before it broke out into a contagious grin. He smirked as he watched her, once again surprised at how close she brought him to being comfortable in someone else’s presence. It was something about her aura.

“I don’t mind reversing the roles once in a while,” she said, then winked.

Knowing what she alluded to, he licked his lips and gave her a head-to-toe that made her blush. “Not all our roles will change.”

“I never want them to change,” she said. “You’re my daddy. Well, one of.”

His dick stirred, and he looked away from her to focus on the plants. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“Anywhere,” Taeja said. “We have all night.”

“Another time,” he said before taking her hand and pulling her closer.

She was now between the small space of the railing and his body. She was here, and he needed a distraction. He looked down at her. She looked cute from above. He almost smiled.

She hesitantly reached a hand out toward his face. “Can I touch you?”

He nodded.

Taeja gave him a small smile before gently trailing a finger along his scar. “I wish I knew a way to help you stop beating yourself up.”

Zain didn’t answer. Instead, he dipped his head and captured her lips. He loved how her lips tasted of sweet, red wine. She threw her arms around his neck, and he moved them, placing them on the railing. Then, he laid his hands on her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss until he had to break away for air.

He kissed on her neck and moved a hand down to the long slit of her dress that ran up her thigh. It was a dress that Damon picked out for her, and Zain loved how the silky material complimented her dark skin. Not feeling a waistband, he raised a brow at Taeja.

She smiled cheekily. “Damon told me not to wear any.”

“Do you only listen when you feel like it?”

“Sometimes.”

His eyes dragged from hers and down to her lips when she bit it. Zain liked her playful defiance. “Remember that scenario?” he asked, and she nodded. “Would you like it now?”

“Right here?” Her eyes widened as she looked around them.

Zain nodded, trailing a finger down from her waist. He ran his finger over the buff of her pussy until it dipped between her folds, parting them, and feeling how damp she was already. “You sound scared, but the thought of getting fucked outside excites you.” Zain eased his finger inside her. Her tight walls welcomed him, wrapping snugly around it.

His brother was right. Their girl felt amazing.

Zain promised himself he’d wait, but it was tempting to fuck her right here. Right now.

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