Chapter 21
into the house before stripping off their clothes. Dawson had Zoey hoisted up against him as he carried her through the house. She’d pulled her dress off somewhere between the front door and his bedroom.
Dawson laid them down on the bed, his body engulfing hers as he planted a trail of kisses down her chin. He licked and nibbled at her tender flesh, causing her to buck against him.
“I need you completely naked.” He whispered into her ear as he tugged at her panties. Zoey lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the lacy fabric down her thighs. She snagged his shirt, ripping it over his head as he stood to remove his pants.
Zoey bit her lip as she took in his sculpted body. “God, you’re gorgeous.” She hummed as she ran her fingernails along the plains of his stomach.
Dawson laced their fingers together as he pushed her arms above her head. He kissed her hard, pressing his erection into her hot center. Zoey wrapped her legs around his back, begging him to enter her.
“Please!”
Dawson’s cock eased into her folds, his breath quickening as her muscles tightened around his shaft. “Fuck…” He hissed.
Their movements became frantic. Their bodies met in a frenzy like the ocean crashing into the shore. Dawson gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her skin as he pressed his cock deeper. Zoey begged and pleaded, urging him to give it to her harder.
“I’m going to come…” she tilted her head back, giving him access to her neck. Dawson bit down, suckling her throat as she tumbled over the edge. He slowed his movements, pausing to enjoy the sensation of her cunt pulsing around his shaft.
Rolling over, Dawson shifted Zoey above him. He speared his cock into her again, eliciting a moan from her. Her juices coated his cock, dripping down his painfully hard dick.
“Fuck me, Zoey…” She obliged, bucking and bouncing along his shaft. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock. I want to feel your juices coat my dick. Fuck, baby. Your sweet little hole is sucking my shaft inside that tight little pussy of yours.”
Zoey rode him with abandon. Rocking into his pelvis, chasing her orgasm. She tilted her head back, crying out his name as her walls spasmed around him, squeezing out his essence.
“Fuck… I’m going to fill you up, baby.”
Dawson spurted his load into her womb, his seed relentlessly searching for a place to take root. His cock jerked inside her as her walls clamped down on what it wanted. She collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming out in pants.
“Fuck… I needed that.”
“Me too, baby.”
Dawson pulled her to his side, snuggling against her. “I love you, Zoey.”
“I love you too.”
“Let’s rest a bit, then I can fix you some food, ok?”
“Sounds good to me.” Zoey drifted off, her heart content to be wrapped in his arms again. Soon, his slow breathing matched hers as they laid there wrapped in a cocoon of love.
Zoey from her post-sex haze.
“Dawson,” She poked him in the side, rousing him from his slumber, “Something just crashed outside.”
“What?”
He shook the sleep from his eyes just as another loud bang vibrated through the house. “Stay here.”
He jumped up, grabbing his discarded pants, and pulled them on. He ran from the bedroom, Zoey frantically tugging her dress on to follow behind him. It was barely seven in the morning, way too early for this shit.
Dawson skidded to a halt as he yanked open the front door. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His truck windshield had been shattered; shards of glass covered the ground.
Dawson grabbed his shoes that sat by the door. “Wait here.”
Zoey slipped her sandals on and stepped onto the porch, ignoring his request. “No. I’m coming with you.”
“Call 9-1-1, Zoey.” Zoey dialed the number, asking for dispatch to send a unit. Dawson eased off the steps, edging towards his truck. He scanned the area, looking for who had done the damage.
As he stepped closer to the driver’s side, he spotted a note taped to the window.
I will get what is mine.
“What the hell?” Zoey attempted to snatch the letter from the glass, but Dawson grabbed her hand.
“Don’t touch it, Zoey.”
He pulled her to his side. “I don’t see anyone out here, but stay close.”
“I don’t understand.”
As she buried her head in his side, a patrol car pulled up.
A familiar face climbed out, making Dawson shake his head. “I thought you left grunt work to the… well, grunts.”
Zoey looked between Dawson and the man who stood in front of her. “Yeah, but then I heard your address go out over the radio. What happened?”
“Zoey, this is Sergeant Finn Hudson. He works dayshift opposite Liam.”
For the next several minutes, Zoey and Dawson recounted what they knew. After he took photos of the damage, Finn helped Dawson cover the opening with a tarp he’d retrieved from his garage. Finn took the letter as evidence, telling them that the detective working her case would likely stop by later to talk with them some more.
“Thanks Finn.” Dawson waved Finn off as he backed down the driveway. “Let’s go.”
Dawson guided her up the steps. The sound of the door slamming made Zoey jump. Dawson was pissed. Zoey worried he would see the relationship as too much trouble—making him cut ties and run.