Page 48 of Defect
“Yeah. Your little one hundred fifteen pounds ain’t shit against two hundred sixty pounds. Stop trying to move me.”
“Two hundred sixty pounds?” She said with wide eyes and a hint of a smirk.
“Yeah. All muscle.”
“Jesus, Ezra…” The way her voice caressed my name while I was on top of her was too much. I laughed a little and pulled back. My dick was out of control tonight and before I headed back across the street she was going to feel something she wasn’t expecting.
“Remember that when you think you can beat me,” I said, sitting up. We were still in her room. The smell of roses and sugar became second nature to me at that point.
We lounged on her bed all night.
I don’t even remember sleep taking me.
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SOLANA
Waking up to a six-foot-six, two hundred and sixty-pound man in your bed can make you rethink some things. It made me rethink every fucking thing I’d told myself since I found out Ezra was only eighteen. When my eyes opened, I looked down and saw his huge arm draped across my waist like a tree trunk trapping a flower beneath its bulk. It made everything inside me pulse.
Since he was still sleeping, I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay tangled in that moment with him pretending he wasn’t ten years younger than me. Pretending he wasn’t still living at home in a toxic situation. Pretending I wasn’t doing a horrible job at only being his friend.
I flirted with his sexy ass every chance I got and I knew I was wrong as fuck. I was constantly testing Ezra and every time he passed with flying colors, unfortunately. Now, he was in my bed feeling like every inch like a man the same age as me. I snuggled closer to his body until I backed against something hard and impossibly thick.
Oh my god.
The basketball shorts he wore did little to conceal his morning wood and I did little to move away from it. I pushed back against it. I was playing a dangerous game but I was addicted to it. I was addicted to the way Ezra made me feel. I was addicted to the soft way he said my name. To the way he lit up when he looked at me. To the way his sadness washed away little by little like grains of sand in the sea. It would always be there but when he was with me…it dissolved.
We worked so well together. I hated that he was so young.
I never believed in love at first sight but…god. The way my heart reacted when he was around was unmistakable. I knew I’d end up getting hurt when he came out of his depression and realized that there were other beautiful girls in the world. Girls his age who wanted him just the way he was because he was beautiful.
The thought stung my eyes with tears. I snuggled closer to his warm body and he held me against him. His full lips found the back of my neck and I trembled at how close he was to me. How close his lips were to my skin. My heart thumped in my fingertips.
Ezra wasn’t something I could have. No matter how happy he made me. No matter how much I clicked with him. He was too young. He wasn’t in the right place in his life and neither was I.
My ultimate goal was to get custody of Malachi. To adopt him as my own. My dreams were to grow Sun Goddess and watch it flourish. Ezra was only eighteen. He wasn’t ready to be a stepfather. He wasn’t ready to deal with all the dedication and trials that came with owning a business either.
We would have to wait until next lifetime. It made my stomach flop. I hated how cruel it all was. I knew in the depths of me that he was special. He was the one but he was here too soon. Nothing was right and everything was chaotic for both of us.
“Shit. What time is it?” Ezra’s sleepy voice rumbled against my back, touching the shells of my ears.
“Seven,” I said sliding to the other side of the bed. He sat up and rubbed his beautifully drowsy eyes. He looked so damn perfect right then. High cheekbones and thick lashes. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted to get up and make breakfast for him. I wanted to make love to him until it was time for us to open the studio. I wanted his fingers in my hair. I wanted his laugh against my mouth while he cracked jokes.
“I gotta sneak back across the street.” See? That was why we couldn’t be together. He was still at home. We’d have to sneak around. I was too old for shit like that. Honestly, so was he but he couldn’t see it yet. He couldn’t see that his mother had no real power over him beyond her mind control.
“Okay,” I nodded. I stared at him and he reached over, curling his fingers around the back of my neck. Flames licked my skin wherever he touched me. I knelt up and made my way to my new favorite place. Being settled in his lap made me feel safe.
I straddled him and pretended not to feel his impressive dick stabbing into me from below. “Come by the studio later,” I told him pressing my lips against his forehead.
“I will.” He tugged at my ponytail and I bit my bottom lip. “You smell so fucking good.” His voice was rough enough to slough away all my logic. He pressed my body against his without much effort at all and my hips rocked against his hard dick involuntarily.
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly.
“Tell me to go home, Solana,” he begged. His voice was too weak to hold onto resolve.
“Go home,” I muttered, my eyes falling shut. He drew in a long breath through his nose and I rocked forward slowly, angling his cock right against my aching pussy. I was so full of desire that it hurt. My nipples turned to pebbles, pointing straight at Ezra. They knew what they wanted.
“Yeah, that’s not working.” His hands slid under my shirt and up my spine.
