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Bailey
I don’t quite fall asleep on the ride back into town, but I do zone out pretty heavily. I never would have thought that wet and clammy on the back of a motorcycle would be a comfortable position for me, but in spite of everything that’s happened today, I feel safe. I feel safe on Zeke’s bike, with my arms wrapped around his strong chest. I’m wearing his jacket, so it’s just his black T-shirt between my hands and his skin. I can feel every powerful muscle in his chest and abdomen. Despite our speed and the wind whipping through my wet hair as we drive, I slowly calm down on the ride home.
When we get into town, I murmur directions in Zeke’s ear. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I can feel him shiver at the feel of my breath on his ear. Soon enough, we’re pulling up in front of my little apartment building. It’s not very fancy, but it’s my home, and I’ve never been happier to see it.
I thought it was just the rumble of the bike making me shake, but it doesn’t stop when Zeke parks. I try to get up and almost collapse, but Zeke catches me with one strong arm. His broad, firm chest feels even better like this than it did when I was sitting behind him, and I sigh happily at the contact.
“Easy there, the adrenaline is going to make you a little wobbly,” he says gently. As gently as he can in his deep, gruff voice. It’s surprisingly effective.
He must realize how close we are, because he drops my arm and steps back. I feel bereft at the loss of his touch. He glances back down the road, and I can see on his face that he’s preparing to pull himself away, to leave.
I reach out and touch his shoulder. He looks down at my hand like it’s burning him. “It’s two flights up to my apartment; can you help me?” I ask.
He nods. “Of course.”
He offers me his arm, and I lean heavily on him as we make our slow way to the door of my apartment building. Even though tremors rack every inch of my body, his solid bulk feels so good next to me. It’s crazy, but I can’t help but remember what it felt like to have him naked under me. The memory of the pleasure wars with my current reality, and my body is horribly confused.
I manage to get us in the front door with minimal fumbling, considering how my hands keep shaking. The steps up to my apartment are narrow, and there’s no way we’re both going to fit on the staircase.
“Uh,” I say. I hadn’t thought of this.
Before I can propose a solution, Zeke asks, “May I?”
I nod, and before I know it, he’s scooping me up in his big arms like I weigh nothing. I squeak in surprise, and he looks down at me with a frown, all concern. I wrap my arms around his neck and relax into his grip. It feels so good being held like this, and I lean my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as he carries me up the stairs.
It’s the only time in my life I’ve ever felt this staircase is too short. Too soon, he’s sliding me gently to the ground. My legs hold, and I unlock my apartment door more easily this time. I step in the door, comforted and perplexed by the sight of all my familiar things—my couch with the pizza box still on it, my spider plants on the living room windowsill, my favorite squishy red reading chair. It’s all so thoroughly normal that I don’t know how to be in it after the day I’ve had.
I turn to face Zeke, who lingers on the other side of the door like an unwelcome ghost. He looms, dark and dangerous and out of place in the bland beige hallway of my apartment building. It’s a stark reminder of how utterly different our worlds are.
And the truth of the matter is, I don’t care. No one makes me feel safe like Zeke. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. Scratching the itch was supposed to help, but it didn’t. It wasn’t enough
I take a deep breath. After all that’s happened today, I can be brave. “Do you want to come in?”
Pain flashes across his face, and he looks down at his muddy boots. “I shouldn’t,” he says quietly.
“Why?”
He rubs a hand over his buzzed head. “Look what happened to you. Because of me.” He gestures to my post-kidnapping state of disarray. I must be quite a sight.
“But you rescued me.” I rub my thumb across the sleeve of his leather jacket. “You tracked me down when I thought no one would, and you rescued me, and you gave me your jacket.”
“Keep it; it looks good on you,” he says, and the corner of his mouth curls with a sad smile.
I gape at him. The president of the Slayers MC wants me to keep his jacket. It’s unthinkable, and my mind reels. I know what this means. It’s Zeke trying to say goodbye, giving me the most valuable token he has so that I’ll remember him.
Instead, I unzip it. “No,” I say, shrugging out of it and holding it out.
For a second, he looks devastated as he stares at in my hand, but his face quickly shutters to a neutral expression. “As you like.”
“I’m not taking it from you because I don’t want a souvenir. I don’t want this memory of you hanging around in the back of my closet like a ghost.” I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. “I want you in my life, Zeke. However crazy and stupid that sounds. I’ve lived through the worst of it, and this is what I want. All or nothing, Zeke. No holds barred, or no memories.”
For a long minute, he just stares at me, utterly still and silent. My face flames with embarrassment at my speech, at being pinned under his gaze, but I raise my chin and dare him to look away first.
He reaches one hand out and then stops himself. I can’t tell if he’s reaching for me or trying to tear himself away. I won’t make it easy for him.
“What’s it going to be, Zeke?”
“Bailey, you’re mine,” he breathes out, barely more than a whisper. My whole body thrills at those words. He takes the jacket from my hand and drapes it back around my shoulders. I belong to him now, and the symbol of it settles heavy and comforting over my shoulders.
And then he ducks his head and crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising, all-consuming kiss.
I all but melt into him, opening for his questing tongue and winding my arms around his neck. This is right. This is where I belong. His kisses send hot sparks dancing along my skin as we stumble into my apartment. The door closes, and he pushes me against it, gripping hard at my hips. I moan helplessly into his mouth, already sinking deep into the bone-melting pleasure that awaits me.
He parts my knees with his powerful leg, pressing against my core. I sigh in pleasure at the pressure.
But I’m all damp and clammy from being caught in the rain, and the sensation of my wet clothes on my skin makes me pull back.
“I’m all wet,” I murmur, pressing kisses to his jaw. His stubble scrapes pleasantly against my lips, and I can’t wait to feel what it’s going to be like between my thighs.
His eyes go dark at my words and flick over my body. The one advantage of my wet clothes is that they’re plastered to my body. Under Zeke’s jacket, my blouse has gone transparent, and judging by the way he grinds against me; I know he likes the sight of my bra under his jacket.
“From the rain,” I tease him. But my voice is breathy because even just his kisses have my control fraying. A few more minutes of this and I’ll let him have me right up against the door. And that would be a shame, because we have my whole apartment, and plans are already forming in my pleasure-hazed mind. The rough way he claimed me before was incredible, but I want to show him that I mean this, that I’m his. In every way.
“I should take a shower,” I say. “Warm up a little.”
“You can shower after,” he says, grinding his thick thigh against me. I try my best to stifle my moan at the pressure on my clit. “I’ll warm you up.”
I grind down on his thigh; I can’t help it. It feels so good to have him pressed up against me like this. My pussy is already wet, and he’s already sporting a significant bulge in his pants.
“No, I mean, you should come with me,” I manage to get out.
He steps back, removing the delicious pressure from between my legs. I whimper a little at the loss, and he smirks at me.
“Lead the way, then,” he says, gesturing to my apartment.
I do, but first I shimmy out of my damp work slacks and toss them over a kitchen chair. I’ll deal with that later. I walk in front of Zeke in a slow sway, giving him the visual of his MC jacket on top of a tiny lace thong that exposes most of my ass.
I glance coyly behind me, and yeah, he’s enjoying it. His expression is dark and hungry, and just the look on his face makes me shiver. He cups his dick through his pants. I’m playing with fire, and I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop.
“You coming?” I say, tilting my head to the bathroom door.
He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me against him, grinding his hard dick against my ass. “Hell yeah, I’m coming. And I want to see that gorgeous ass bounce when I do.”
My cheeks flame, but I moan and arch back against him. I’ve never cared about sex very much before, but Zeke’s hands on me mean it’s the only thing I can think about. I want to give him everything.
I fumble the bathroom door open and start the shower with shaking fingers, sure to bend over and wiggle for him as I adjust the temperature. Zeke traces the outline of my thong, slipping his fingers under to rub at the very top of my crack.
When the water’s hot, I step back and slowly undress. First, I remove his jacket and hang it up on the hook behind the door. Then I undo my blouse button by button. Zeke’s eyes burn into me as he watches me undress, as he watches every inch of revealed skin. It feels so good to peel the damp fabric off my skin, and I sigh. But even better is the feeling of his gaze roaming over me, over my tits and belly and thighs. A wave of heat rolls through me, making me even wetter, and I unhook my bra, slowly letting it slide down my arms. My nipples are so hard that even the cool air of my apartment makes me moan. Zeke’s gaze drops, drinking in my tits, and I circle my nipples with my fingertips to tease him.
“Pinch them,” he says.
I do as he says, and I can’t help how loud I moan at the sensation of my fingers, and at the sensation of doing what he tells me. I love it. Liquid heat rushes between my legs. He’s got to be able to smell me.
“Harder,” he orders. I moan again, louder, and do as he says. The pleasure is exquisite, and I pinch and twist my nipples under his gaze. Every touch of my fingers zings along my nerves to my clit. He rubs the heel of his hand over his hard-on, clearly enjoying my little show.
The room is starting to get steamy from the shower, so I hook my fingers in the lace waistband of my thong.
“Wait,” he says. “Turn around.”
I do as he tells me, sticking my ass out a little as I tease the thong down over my round butt little by little.
“Bend over,” he growls.
I do, bending all the way over as I finish peeling the little scrap of fabric down over my legs. It wasn’t much, but now that it’s gone, I’m completely exposed to his gaze. The thought makes my pussy clench even as my cheeks flame in embarrassment.
He brushes his fingertips over my wet slit, and the sensation almost makes me scream. The noise bounces around the hard surfaces of my bathroom, making it painfully obvious how turned on I am for him. How bad I want him.
Zeke chuckles. I’m about ready to beg, and he’s barely touched me. God, it’s so embarrassing. But his face when I turn around isn’t mocking or sly. His gaze is blown-out and hungry, near-reverent with desire. He wants me as bad as I want him.
He nods to the shower, and I slip in, sighing as the hot water touches my skin. I watch as he quickly strips his clothes off. His hard cock bobs against his chiseled abdomen as he shucks his pants. God, I can’t wait to have him in me. I’m so wet and ready already.
He joins me in the shower, and I’m half expecting him to bend me over immediately, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even touch me. I pout at him, and he laughs, letting his eyes roam over my wet body.
“You were the one who wanted to shower,” he reminds me, cupping his dick.
He’s right, and it does feel good to let the hot water melt away the stress of this insane day. I soap myself slowly, lingering over my breasts and ass, incredibly aware of Zeke behind me, watching my every move.
I rinse off and turn around to find him slowly stroking his cock as he watches me. I lean in closer to him, pressing my breasts against his chest and trailing my fingers over the head of his cock. He shudders and presses closer to me, his hips jerking a little bit. I encircle him and slowly glide my hand down his shaft. I can barely get my hand around him, and he feels so big and heavy in my hand. He watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, and I know I’m going to pay for this tease later, but I can’t help it.
He feels so good in my hands, but it’s not enough. I know what I want.
I sink to my knees and look up at him through my lashes. The last time I did this, he let me suck and play with him at my own pace, but not this time. He strokes a hand through my wet hair before grabbing it in a fist and dragging my lips to his cock. I moan at the first brush of his cockhead over my lips. He teases me with it, and I stick out my tongue, silently begging for it. With a little groan, he leans forward and lets me take him in my mouth. I moan around him, loving the feel and taste of him on my tongue. His desire is so heavy on my tongue, and I suck on him happily, humming and moaning as I lick over the head and down his shaft.
His fingers tighten in my hair, almost painfully. I grunt in pleasure or pain; I can’t be sure which. He uses my hair to pull me deeper onto his cock so that I take more of him in my mouth. It’s an exquisite feeling, the way he stretches my lips, and I moan long and loud around him. Slowly, Zeke begins to thrust shallowly in and out of my mouth. I feel every inch of him drag along my tongue, in and out, and my cunt clenches, desperately empty and jealous of my eager mouth. I go to touch myself but he grabs my hand and sets it on his hip. I whimper and suck harder.
On his next thrust in, he goes a little deeper. I almost gag, he’s so big. I moan in pleasure at his rough treatment. He does it again, taking me right up to the edge of my gag reflex before pulling back, using his hand in my hair to guide me. On his next thrust, he pulls almost all the way out, so his cockhead is resting on my lower lip before diving back in again.
“That’s it, Bailey, take it for me. Good girl,” he murmurs. “A little deeper, you can do it.”
I can’t stop moaning as he fucks my mouth like this; it’s so dirty, so hot, and his praise makes me electric and eager. Zeke’s grunting and moaning out loud now, sometimes saying my name and sometimes just moaning at the feel of my mouth. He’s the most powerful biker in this city, and I’m the girl whose name he’s saying. Each thrust goes a little deeper now, testing my limits, and I want all of it.
I pull on his grip, trying to take him deeper. He pulls on my hair and fucks deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
“You want it all? You going to take it for me? That’s it, yeah,” he says as he delves into my mouth, fucking me deep.
I moan long and out, desperate for anything he’ll give me. I fight my gag reflex relax my jaw, my throat, and take him down to the root. He groans long and out, grinding his hips into my face. I’ve got tears in my eyes from his rough use, and I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. I try to swallow around him, letting my throat muscles massage his cock, and he shouts and pulls back before thrusting in again. He’s brutal now, each thrust going deep into my throat. He keeps saying my name and fucking me faster and harder. His thrusts are getting sloppy, and I struggle for breath, loving every second, every inch of his cock filling my mouth.
He fists my hair and holds me down, his hips jerking in my face. He shouts my name and shudders as he comes down my throat, his hot seed filling my mouth. I swallow everything I can, but some spills out over my chin as he pulls out.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he says, sounding winded.
He strokes my cheek, wiping the tears away from my eyes. He gathers the come that spattered on my chin on his fingers and holds them up to my red, used mouth. I suck on them eagerly, licking up the last traces of his come and swallowing those down too.
Zeke helps me to my feet. I feel like I’m on fire, I need him so badly. His hand slips down between my legs, just the barest tease at my slit, and I almost shriek at the touch. I’m wet all the way down my thighs. He traces the wetness, smirking at me.
“Did you like that?”
I nod against his chest, not really able to speak.
“Don’t worry; there’s more where that came from. I’ll treat you good, I promise.” He lifts his damp fingers to his mouth and licks up my juices. “You taste so good; I want to lick you until you scream.”
He reaches past me to turn off the water and helps me out of the shower. As soon as my feet touch the tile, he turns me around and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my wet pussy eagerly against his hard abs. He chuckles and sucks on my nipples as he carries me the ten steps to my bedroom, and I can’t help but moan. I feel like I could come just from this.
He tosses me on to the bed, and I sprawl out in front of him, spreading my legs wide so he can see how wet I am. I know what he likes. His eyes widen, and he traces me with his eyes. My face burns, being so exposed, but I’m too turned on to really care.
“God, Bailey, I want you so bad,” he whispers.
“Please, Zeke,” I beg.
He gets on the bed and slowly crawls towards me, sliding between my legs. I’m so ready for the pressure of his body on mine, but he holds himself up on his arms, denying me what I want.
“What was that?” he teases.
“Please, Zeke!”
He grins and scoots down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my breasts, my belly, my hips, my thighs. He shoulders my legs even wider apart and hooks my knees over his arms. I’m so exposed, and I squirm a little at the thought, but I can’t really move, and it just highlights how open I am for him. Zeke huffs a laugh and licks up my inner thighs where I’m wet, but stops just short of where I want him.
He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at me. I thrash under him in frustrated arousal, but he’s unmoved.
“Please, please, come on,” I plead.
He kisses the inside of my thigh. I feel like I’m going to scream, or burst into flames.
“What do you want?”
“Lick me, please.” He waits between my legs. “Please, Zeke!”
As soon as his name leaves my mouth, he’s on me, stroking his tongue over my slit. I moan long and loud as he circles my clit, flicking and sucking and teasing. He’s relentless on my sensitive nub, and I’m already so helplessly turned on that I can’t help the noises I make. I moan and arch and shriek as he licks me. My hips try to buck of their own accord, but he holds me down with one strong arm across my belly. Part of me thinks I should be embarrassed about the noises I’m making, but I can’t. I don’t have the room. I can’t feel anything except the pleasure that ignites my every nerve, making me shake and shiver, undoing every bad thing that’s happened in the past week and replacing it with hot electric need.
Zeke pushes two fingers into me, and I lose it completely. I scream his name over and over as I come and come and come, clenching helplessly on his fingers and shaking in his arms as my climax crashes over me in relentless waves.
When I open my eyes, Zeke is staring up at me from between my legs with a look of wonderment on his hard features. His chin is wet from me.
He crawls up my body and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, as he must taste himself from me. Rather than dissipating, the desire in me winds somehow tighter at the feeling of his hard body on mine.
That’s not the only thing that’s hard. His renewed erection rubs against my hip, and I shiver and pull him closer. He rubs himself against my swollen clit, and I can’t help the way that I moan.
“Want more?” he whispers in my ear.
“You know I do,” I say back, wrapping my legs around him and trying to pull him closer.
He rears back, which is the opposite of what I want. His gaze casts recklessly around and lands on my bedside table. He goes to reach for it, but I stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “I want to feel you inside me.” He was good before, but I can’t wait to feel his bare cock in me.
He licks his lips. “You sure?”
“Yeah, Zeke, come on. You know what I want.”
I pull him down, and he goes willingly, pinning me under his weight. He kisses my neck, sucking on my pulse point. He’s too strong, I can’t pull him inside of me and get him where I want him, and I growl in frustration.
He chuckles. “I know, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I want more. I want you to fuck me, Zeke.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. I moan long and loud as he slides home, filling me up completely. It’s perfect, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I clutch at his shoulders, trying to get him deeper.
He teases me with long, slow thrusts, I throw my head back and moan his name with abandon. It’s so easy to give myself to Zeke because I know he’ll take care of me. And he does, speeding up his pace and thrusting into me hard. It’s good, it’s so good, and I tighten my legs around him as he thrusts relentlessly into me.
I’m really getting into it, letting the pleasure fill me up from the inside when Zeke stops and pulls out. I whine a little at the loss of him as he sits back on his heals. His cock is thick and hard and wet with my juices, and I want him so much I feel like I’m going insane.
He slaps my hip. “Roll over. I want you on your hands and knees.”
I didn’t think tonight could be hotter, but it is. I flip over eagerly. I’m so turned on my arms shake as I get in position, displaying myself to his hungry gaze.
“That’s it; I want to see that ass bounce,” he says, gripping the flesh in question and nudging my knees wider apart. I’ve never been so exposed in my life as I wait bent over for him to fuck me. He teases me again with the head of his cock, giving it to me slowly, an inch at a time. It makes me shake and sigh as he slides home.
When he’s fully seated, we both let out a long moan. His cock felt good inside of me before, but this angle is perfect, pressing right against that perfect spot inside me. He’s barely moving, and I’m already spiraling at just the feel of him inside me.
Then he starts to move, and I have to muffle my shriek in a pillow. He’s not slow or careful anymore. He fucks me in deep, powerful thrusts that make my whole body bounce. I start shaking uncontrollably with the force of his thrusts and the force of the pleasure running through me like liquid fire. I can’t stop it; my climax is like a runaway train. All I can do is hang on as it approaches and surrender to his powerful thrusts. I climax with a helpless shriek, shaking around him and clawing at the bedsheets.
Zeke gives me a second to catch my breath, slowing his pace but not stopping. I whimper and tremble in the aftershocks, but they don’t let up. Zeke doesn’t let up. He starts fucking me harder again, and I sob out a desperate breath as the pleasure redoubles. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Usually when I come, I’m too sensitive for anything else afterwards. But with Zeke, I just want more and more. And he gives it to me, buried deep inside me while my ass is in the air.
Zeke leans forward and presents one of his fingers to me, and I suck eagerly on it without question as he fucks me. I love being full of him, feeling him own me like this. He withdraws it, and for a second, I’m bereft. Before I feel his finger nudging at my back entrance.
Oh God. I moan long and loud; I can’t help it. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, and it sends electricity jumping down my spine. My cunt clenches and I moan again at the feeling of his cock filling me.
He breaches my ass with a single thrust of his finger. He’s inside me, filling me up completely. I’ve never felt dirtier or freer as he thrusts in both my holes. I can’t stop shaking. I can’t stop feeling everything, every beautiful thrust. It’s too much, I can’t take it, and it’s the only thing I want.
“Oh God, Zeke!” I shout, wild and helpless.
“You like that? You like having me in your ass?”
“Yes!” I wail. It feels so dirty and so, so right.
I spread my cheeks for him, and he must like that because he whispers, “Oh, fuck.”
His balls slap against me with each powerful thrust. He moves his finger in my ass in an opposite rhythm, so that I’m never really empty of him.
“More,” I moan into the pillows. “Zeke, I need more,” I demand.
He gives me what I want, pushing a second thick finger into my tender rosebud. It hurts a little, and I shriek, but the feeling is mostly pleasure. It becomes entirely pleasure a few breaths later as I get used to the fullness. It’s incredible, the way he owns my pussy and my ass.
I manage to get my arms under me and push up so that I can meet his thrusts, getting him harder and deeper into both my holes.
I glance behind me to see him. He’s flushed and gorgeous. Sweat and water from our shower bead along his abs and in the hollow of his throat. His eyes are dark with lust as he pounds into me. He’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, ever felt.
I need him. I need him like I’ve never needed anyone in my life.
“Zeke, please,” I say. I swallow hard, grit my teeth, and force the words out. “I want you in my ass. Please?” Just asking for it makes me feel wild and out of control and on the brink of coming.
He groans and thrusts in deep with fingers and cock.
“God, yes, Bailey. I want to come in your gorgeous ass.”
He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. He leans over me and roots around in the bedside drawer before finding a little bottle of lube. I’ve only ever used it to make sex with condoms nicer, but I’m glad I have it as he clicks it open and drizzles some in the crack of my ass.
The slide makes his fingers feel even better, and I squeal as he twists and scissors them, stretching me open, making me his. I hold my cheeks open for him with hands that shake.
“Come on, Zeke,” I say. “I’m ready. I can take it.”
He covers me with his body and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you in my ass, Zeke. I want to be yours.”
He groans again, long and loud. The head of his cock rubs against my hole, and I moan, eager and ready for it.
Still, I’m not really prepared for the first press of him inside my ass. He’s so big, and even with the lube and his fingers, it burns.
“Breathe, Bailey,” he murmurs behind me. He rubs his big rough hand soothingly over my lower back. I do as he instructs, taking deep breaths and letting his touch relax me. It’s so easy to melt into his hands, and he slides inch by slow inch into me until he’s fully seated.
Oh God. I rock a little against him experimentally, getting the feel for this shocking, intimate invasion. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. The pleasure almost feels too big for my body, like I’m being split open and rearranged.
Carefully, he pulls out a little and thrusts back in. I see stars on the inside of my eyelids, and I moan his name with a desperation that shocks us both.
“Faster,” I say. “I can take it. You feel so good.”
So he does, slowly ramping up the speed and force of his thrusts until he’s pounding into me again. I make these desperate, guttural noises, greedy for every inch of him in me, more than willing to give him everything.
His other hand comes around to rub at my clit, and it was the piece I didn’t know I was missing. Everything locks into place, like the stars themselves have aligned. Every nerve in my body sings in time with his thrusts, winding my pleasure higher and higher.
“Come for me, Bailey,” he commands, his voice rough in my ear and his fingers rough on my clit as he fills me up.
It’s permission I didn’t know I was waiting for. My body hits its limit, the pulsing golden pleasure inside me reaching an unbearable peak, and I do, screaming out his name as I come around his cock in my ass. I yell and scream and shake until my throat is raw, until my body is limp and every ounce of pleasure has been wrung out of me.
Zeke holds me through it, never wavering or stopping as I spasm around him. When I’m finally through, he gives one more brutal thrust. I can feel his body shake, feel him start to come, and he pulls out of me and comes over my ass and back, shouting my name like it’s the only word he knows.
We collapse on a heap on my bed, sweaty and sated. Fine tremors run the length of my body and my eyes shut of their own volition. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Embarrassment at my eagerness makes me hide my face in the pillows. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.
Zeke strokes my hair, though. “Holy shit, Bailey,” he says, voice rough with wonder.
I gather my courage together and raise my head to look at him. He looks as fucked out as I feel. But mostly, he’s just smiling in satisfaction and something that looks a little like amazement.
“Yeah?” I say.
“Hell yeah,” he says, and kisses me.
We make out lazily for a few minutes, letting our bodies come down. Eventually he pulls away, and the bed dips as he gets up. Disappointment swoops in my chest. But Zeke’s back a minute later, cleaning me up with a warm wet washcloth. His tenderness is touching, and I give him a watery smile.
“Thank you,” I say. For everything. He must hear it in my voice because he brushes a still-damp strand of hair out of my face.
“You’re welcome,” he says.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me like he can’t quite believe I’m real. The feeling’s mutual. Where do we go from here? The question hangs in the air like the scent of sex.
I scoot over, offering him room in the bed and hoping he’ll take it. He looks puzzled for a moment before sliding back between the covers. Cautiously, I snuggle up to him. We’ve never done this. He slips his arm around me easily, and it feels natural to lean my head on his muscled chest. I never thought it would feel so natural to cuddle with a biker, but it does.
But there’s still a question lingering in the back of my mind. A question I need an answer to. After everything we’ve been through, I’m still not sure what we are. What we could be. The question might shatter me, but I need to know the answer.
“Can you—will you stay? Like, for real?” I ask quietly.
He tightens his arms around me. “Yeah. I promise, Bailey,” he murmurs.
He ducks his head to kiss my softly on the lips. It’s not a goodbye kiss; it’s a promise, as deep and true as any promise he’s made for me. I trust his promises. This is for real, and no matter how different we are, I know we I can trust that. That I can trust him. I return his kiss with my own wordless promise, and we fall asleep entwined in each other’s arms.