Secrets We Hunt(One Night #2)(8)

“What the fuck could you possibly be protecting me from, Zo??”

She groans and pushes my chest. When I don’t move, she pushes me again, harder this time. I huff a laugh and cross my arms. I raise my eyebrow and look down at her. She growls in frustration and begins swinging her small fists at my arms and anywhere on my torso she can connect with.

“You’re such an idiot,” she groans, pulling herself free to walk away. She rakes her hands through her curls in frustration and then turns back on me. “Your uncle told me to fucking leave,” she throws at me.

I take a step back like she’s physically hit me. My stomach sinks, and my entire body heats in a mixture of anger and shame. I look at her, and she’s guarded, refusing to look at me. She has her walls up, and I know she isn’t telling the whole truth. There’s something else there she isn’t telling me.

“Happy?” she asks, wiping a tear from her cheek. I made her cry. My uncle made her cry. I can feel the shame overtake the anger as I make my way over to her. “He said he would cut you out of the business, out of his fucking life,” she admits, her voice thick with tears.

“Zo?,” I murmur as I take her face in my hands and brush the tears from her cheeks. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that? I didn’t even want the business, and even if I did, I could’ve handled it.” She shrugs and still refuses to look me in the eye. I know there’s more to the story, but she’s already told me a secret, and that was the deal.

I lean down and kiss her softly, tasting her tears as she opens her mouth to me. I pick her up again and carry her to the side of the pool. I sit her on the edge and guide her to lie back. I pick her feet up and sit them on the pool deck next to her butt and take in the sight of her spread open for me.

“I know there’s more you aren’t telling me,” I tell her as I run a finger through her folds and circle her clit. Her hips move, and her breathing picks up. Her nipples are pebbled, and the water sliding down her soft skin leaves goose bumps in its wake. “But I’ve put off tasting you as long as I can. We can talk about it later.”

I spread her open with my hand, and she gasps as I descend on her pussy, not fucking around with teasing her anymore. I lick and suck and bite as I devour her. Her hips move as she grinds herself onto my face. She tastes so fucking sweet as I dip my tongue inside of her, using my thumb to play with her clit.

Her whines and moans are driving me mad with lust. My hips hump into the water, seeking friction with literally anything while she chases her second orgasm. I fuck her over and over again with my tongue, lapping her up and relishing in the taste and feel of her. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, her hands grip my hair painfully, and she screams my name as she comes, and comes. I watch her belly and chest heave with the effort, and I let her ride through it.

My free hand latches onto one of her nipples and tweaks it, hard, pulling her breast away from her chest before letting go and watching it bounce. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, and it’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I never want to forget how fucking perfect she looks as she comes.

When she starts to shake, too sensitive for anything else for a few minutes, I pull away and wipe my beard with my hand before I help her sit up. Her skin is flushed with pleasure, her eyes are hooded, and her pupils are blown wide for me. I kiss her again, letting her see how fucking amazing she tastes.

“You are perfect,” I tell her as she wraps herself around me again. I reach between us and line myself up with her center. Teasing her clit a few times, she gasps and moans, letting her head flop onto my shoulder. Her fingernails dig into my scalp and neck as she lets me take full control.

“Wait!” she gasps, and I try not to groan as I stop.

“Yeah?” I ask in a strained voice.

“Condoms?”

“Jesus, Zo?,” I sigh. “I thought something was wrong. I’m clean,” I tell her, looking down at where I’m so, so close to pushing inside of her. “You? Are you on birth control?” I’m suddenly kicking myself for not being more fucking considerate. I should’ve thought about this shit before I just assumed I could go in raw.

“Yeah, same,” she breathes. “I’m on the pill, just, go slow,” she whispers. “It’s…been a while.”

The thought that she’s so tight for me that she needs me to go slow makes me want to slam into her, making her scream and hurt for me as she adjusts to my size. But my brain overrides my baser instincts, and I kiss her hair. Next time, I tell myself. Next time I will let myself go.

“Oh, my God, Wes,” she whimpers as the tip slowly pushes inside of her. She wasn’t kidding—she is tight and, fuck, does she feel good. Her pussy clamps down on me as I try to push into her the rest of the way.

“Relax for me, Little Doe,” I say against her ear, nuzzling into her hair and taking in her scent. “Let me in.”

I feel her body give as I try to push in another inch. I know water isn’t the best lubricant, but she’s so wet for me I can feel myself starting to slip inside easily. Each time a piercing runs across her entrance, she grips my cock, and I have to stop and collect myself.

“Almost there, Zo-Zo,” I whisper as I give one final push, seating myself completely inside of her. “My God, baby,” I say, squeezing her ass and making her clit grind against me. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”