Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(46)

Or maybe Persephone is going over to keep him company.

I push that thought away. I know that he wouldn’t cheat on me. I know. I trust him. But she could still go to his house for a friendly chat or whatever she wants to call it.

I wipe my cheek and glance at Zach as he runs his hands through his reddish brown hair. “You’re a great guy, you know that, right?”

He raises an eyebrow at me, smirking. “What brought this on?”

I shrug. “If you and your dad hadn’t been there for me… and then you brought Xander into my life. So thank you. I’m grateful to have you in my life, and one day, you will make a woman really happy. If you stop being a manwhore, of course.”

He studies me. “April told you we slept together, didn’t she?”

My jaw drops open. “What? What makes you say that?”

“I knew it!” he says, leaning back on the pool table. “It happened. It was amazing. And now she’s avoiding me and pretending it never happened. I’ll never understand women.”

“Probably because you slept with her when she was eighteen and then moved straight on to the next,” I say, blinking slowly.

“She told you that, too? Jesus Christ, what did you have? A ‘bitch the shit out of Zach’ day?”

I laugh at the expression of horror on his face. “No, she just mentioned it. Girl talk, you know? And I put two and two together and figured out that’s why you were in such a shitty mood on your birthday.”

“Are you trying to have girl talk with me, right now?” he asks, scratching the stubble on his jaw. “Because, yeah, I’m not doing that.”

I throw my hands up in exasperation. “You like her. Just admit it!”

His eyes widen. “Where did that outburst come from?”

My lip twitches at that. “I know you do. I just want you to admit it.”

He looks away from me. The coward. “I like a lot of women.”

“You like her more.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he says with a small smile.

“But you love me anyway,” I add.

“I do,” he replies, “but that doesn’t mean I want to have deep conversations with you where I bare my soul about things I’d rather not talk about.”

“Fine, but whenever you’re finished being stubborn, you know where to find me.”

“Wherever Xander is?” he teases, laughing at his own joke.

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious,” he says, nodding. “Now, are we going to play or talk about our feelings all evening?”

“We’re going to play,” I say, racking up the balls.

I beat him, of course.

But I baked him whatever he wanted anyway.





Chapter Twenty-Four


Trillian


He moves inside me slowly, teasing me.

“Xander,” I plead.

“I missed you,” he replies against my breast, licking one nipple and then the other before kissing up my neck, my jaw, and finally, my mouth. I thrust my hips upwards, silently begging for more. He’s taking his time with me, drawing it out. I’m so wet that I can feel myself dripping.

“Missed you, too, Xander,” I reply, my fingers digging into his taut ass and pushing him down into me.

Need more.

Harder.

Faster.

“Greedy,” he murmurs. “You feel so good. I want this to last for-f*cking-ever.”

I suck on his neck, biting gently. He grinds his hips down into me, and his hands cup my face.

“Come for me, Trillian,” he demands. “I want to feel you coming around my cock.”

He increases his pace, finally giving me what I wanted from the beginning.

“Yes,” I moan. “So good.”

It doesn’t take long for me to erupt. I clench around Xander, and soon, he’s coming with me—our eyes and our souls connected.

“I love you,” I say, barely a whisper.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back. “That’s why I’m not leaving again.”

“What?” I ask, loudly this time. “What do you mean?”

He slides out of me, heads to the bathroom and returns with a cloth. After cleaning up, he sits against the headboard and looks down at me.

“I hated being there without you,” he admits, looking a little sheepish. “It didn’t feel like home anymore, you know? So I made a decision. I’m going to move here, permanently.”

I sit up and straddle his lap, looking into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I’m sure,” he says. “I would never regret anything to do with you, Trillian, never.”

He’s moving to Channon for me?

I reach down to my arm and pinch myself.

Ouch.

Yeah, it isn’t a dream.

“Did you just pinch yourself?” he asks, chuckling softly.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I reply. “I missed you so much when you were gone. I can’t think of anything better than you staying, but what about your family and work?”

He puts his index finger against my mouth and I nip at it.