Page 53 of Finding Haven
“I want you, Z. Please, Ineedyou,” she moans softly, reaching between her legs until her hand grasps my cock, pulling me closer and guiding me to where she wants me most. Hearing my name roll off her tongue is almost enough to have me coming undone. Her heated gaze lifts to mine as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting.
My hands find her waist, and she cries out as I thrust forward.Ho-ly. Fuck.Tight, wet heat surrounds me as my pelvis grinds against her clit, my fingers digging into her skin as I hold myself steady. I’ve never felt anything more incredible.
Being with Quinn is everything. It’s finally being able to take a deep breath after struggling to breathe for longer than should be possible. It’s coming home after a long day at work and being greeted with a warmsmile and a kiss that makes the entire world melt away. It’s being lazy on the couch together while we read or watch a movie and say nothing at all. It’s knowing that every painful thing we’ve ever suffered through was so that we could find each other. It’s looking into someone’s eyes and knowing that your future, everything you’ve been searching for, is with them.
I wish we were somewhere where I could take my time with her. Where I could worship her for hours until she’s a writhing, sobbing mess beneath me. Somewhere more comfortable, where we could go slow and I could show her how much she means to me. As hot as fucking her in my office is, it’s not what I want to be doing right now. I want to make love to her, and the realization nearly knocks the wind from my lungs.
Chills ripple down my spine as I pause, lost in the warmth behind her gaze. I need to be closer to her than what taking her over my desk will allow. Leaning over her, I press my lips to hers and pour as much emotion into the kiss as I can before I take a step back and hold my hand out to her. My cock pulses in protest at the loss of her warmth.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brows pinching with concern as she slips her hand into mine.
“Nothing’s wrong, Sugar. Just need you closer.” I help her down from the desk and lead her over to the dark leather couch that sits against one wall. It was a necessary addition after falling asleep at my desk one too many times when I first started juggling work for the Elysian and the Phoenix Legion.
She eyes me nervously as I drop onto the couch and pull her towards me until her legs are straddling my hips. Her hands find my shouldersas she holds herself up, keeping her pussy just out of reach as my cock throbs with the need to be back inside of her.
Her eyes search mine as she reaches a hand between us and grabs me, my breath catching in my throat as she guides me back to her entrance. Wrapping a hand around the nape of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine just as she lowers her hips completely, burying me inside of her. We both moan into the kiss as I slip my tongue between her lips, needing to devour her in every way possible. My hands find their way down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger before trailing down to her waist. Digging my fingers in, I drag her body forward and then back, encouraging her to grind against me.
She’s hesitant at first, but then her hands are on my shoulders as she begins to move, finding a rhythm that has me grunting with each drop and roll of her hips, pleasure sparking at the base of my spine as my orgasm builds.
“Zack,” she moans. “Oh my god, I’m so close,” she cries, her hips rolling against mine as I thrust up into her, chasing my own intoxicating release.
“Get there for me, baby,” I growl, tightening my hold on her as I slam into her harder. I slip a hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb to drag her closer to the edge. Her body begins to shudder as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. Her head falls back with a loud moan as she begins to tighten around me. “Good girl. That’s right, come for me.” My voice is like gravel as my release takes hold, waves of pleasure rolling through my body as I bury my face in the crook of her neck. I moan as I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine.
I take my time pulling out, pressing whisper-soft kisses across her bare shoulders, neck, collarbone, anywhere I can reach as my hands rub gently over her back and down her sides. The knot atop her head is almost completely undone, more blonde strands framing her face than when she first sauntered into my office. My heart is beating so erratically, it feels like a firework preparing to burst in my chest. But my pounding pulse has nothing to do with the pleasure still clinging to my body and everything to do with the gorgeous woman in my lap.
A soft pink blush creeps up Quinn’s cheeks as she places her hands on my shoulders and slowly pulls her body away from mine. When she stands, her inner thighs are wet with our shared release, the sight making another groan rip from my chest. I grab her waist to keep her from walking away as I swipe two fingers through her slit, gathering the cum threatening to spill from her pussy and pushing it back in. Satisfied, I stand from the couch and pull her into my arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before I move to gather her clothing from the ground.
Three little words are sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I refuse to confess the emotion swirling in my chest in a moment like this. She deserves more than a sudden declaration of love spewed during the post-orgasm haze. When I finally tell her how I feel, I don’t want her to have any doubt that I mean it with everything that I am.
Once we’re both fully clothed, my phone call from earlier and the reminder of Jacob’s birthday hanging over my head come back into focus. Will Quinn even want to come with me? She knows everything there is to know about me and how hard going home will be. I grab my phone off my desk and swipe open the text from Tessa, a photo of the invitation popping up on the screen. There’s a picture of Jake in thecenter of the invite, a toothy grin lighting up his face. His smile makes the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks seem brighter as he laughs at the camera.
“Zack? Babe, are you okay?” Quinn’s warm hand grazes my shoulder as she steps up behind me.
“His birthday is next weekend,” I murmur, showing her my phone screen. “I’ve never met him. I’ve only talked to him over the phone and via video chat. Tessa asked me to come. She asks every year, but I’ve never gone.”
She lets out a soft hum as her arms wrap around me, her head resting between my shoulder blades as her hands settle over my heart. “Do you think you’re ready?”
That’s the big question, isn’t it?
“No,” I tell her honestly. I don’t think I’m ready to face the ghosts of my past. I’m not ready to be back in my hometown where painful memories lurk around every corner. “But I think I want to go, if you’ll come with me.” Knowing my mom, she’ll likely have already called my siblings, Leah and Aaron, to tell them that not only am I finally coming home, but I’m also bringing a woman with me.
“I’ve got you, babe. Of course I’ll go with you.” Her voice is soft and reassuring as she tightens her arms, hugging me. Her warmth seeps into my soul, wrapping my heart and mind in her strength.
41
Quinn
“Zack,asinZackMercer?” Hailey exclaims, her face painted in shock. Heat blooms on my cheeks. Is it really that surprising that Zack and I are together?
“Is there another Zack that we don’t know about?” Chelsea asks through a soft laugh. Becca is sitting beside me with her mouth pulled into a knowing smile as she shakes her head at me. She’s the only one here who knows about my side hustle on Frisk.
“Well, no. But…” Hailey says, the bridge of her nose scrunching. “I’ve known the guy for like five years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him date someone. I’ve really only ever seen him talk to co-workers. Like the guy avoids relationships of any kind.”
Maybe the Zack Mercer she’s describing is the man I met a couple of months ago at the bar, but it’s not the one I’ve fallen in love with. The man I first met was cold and guarded. He hardly made eye contact with me, let alone even looked in my direction. I didn’t think I had made any kind of impression on him. But the man I know now, the one who means more to me than I ever imagined someone would, has a vibrancy about him that pulls me in every time I look at him. His eyes light up when he smiles or laughs, he finds little ways to show me that he cares about me, and he sees me in a way nobody else ever has.
“He’s amazing,” I say simply with a slow shrug of my shoulder. He does things for me that I didn’t even realize I wanted or would appreciate in a partner. He takes care of me, liketrulytakes care of me. I’ve been wanting to prove I can be independent for so long that I didn’t realize I wanted a partner to depend on. Any time he takes me somewhere new to eat, he surprises me with the nutritional information for the meals he knows I’d like the most or makes sure the information is readily available to make dosing insulin easier for me. He checks on me and makes sure that I’m remembering to eat when he knows I’m busy working. He’s stocked his home with extra supplies for me, just so it’s one less thing I have to remember to bring with me when I stay over.
“I want all the details! How did you guys even meet?” Chelsea asks.
