Chapter 11

Paisley

I lost the battle, not that I’m complaining. Yeah, I’ve only known him since last night, but this feels right. Or, at least, I’m going to enjoy the fun while it lasts.

Walking into the elevator, my skin heats like it’s on fire, and my fingers instinctively go to my lips.

I risk a look at Zeke, who has a little smirk on his face, memories of last night quite evident between us. He hits the ground floor button, but I stop him, bite my lips, and press the number nine.

One floor has separated me from this man. My apartment is directly under his. An apartment I got, as staying at the ranch was getting too much. Memories of the times I spent there with my dad kept haunting me.

It hurts so damn bad not having him around. He wouldn’t have put up with the shit my mom and Mush put me through.

“I see.” He breathes out in realization.

I smile to hide the self-sorrow I was putting myself through, just as the three-second elevator journey comes to a halt. “You wanna come in? I won’t be long.” I bat my eyelashes.

He wraps his arms around my waist, my back to his front, and rests his head on my shoulder, bringing our bodies close.

He lightly takes my left earlobe into his mouth and gently grinds his teeth against the flesh. He then presses a light kiss just behind the earlobe, knowing—or at least guessing—it is a sweet spot that turns me on.

There’s nothing this man’s done that hasn’t turned me on. A satisfied moan escapes from my mouth, and I tilt my head to the right, giving him full access.

“Baby girl, you’re going to have to open the door…otherwise the neighbors are gonna get a free show.” He drops small, quick kisses against my skin.

I fumble with my keys, trying to open the door. My head is a foggy mess, my inside is a gushy pulp. Pushing his groin against my hip, he hurries me along, and I moan.

“I’m trying,” I tell him. But since I can barely catch my breath, Zeke takes the keys out of my hand and turns the lock.

I push the door wide, and he walks us both through. The door closes behind us, and I’m forced against it.

“Oh, God.”

“Fuck! Get it off me!” Zeke yells.

I open my eyes to see Buster pinning Zeke next to me. Buster’s tongue swipes up and down Zeke’s face a few times before I can think to call a halt to the puppy love.

“Get off,” Zeke shouts.

I drag Buster off Zeke. “C’mon, boy, get down.”

“Why did a donkey try to kill me?”

“He’s not a donkey. He’s a Great Dane. And he didn’t try to kill you, stop being a big baby.” I laugh at the wide-eyed horror still written on Zeke’s face.

“He needs to go out…would you mind?” I ask sweetly, and poor Zeke shakes his head. He puts his hand out in front of him, warding off either bad spirits or my poor dog.

“He’s a mood killer.”

I nod in agreement. “If you take him out for me, I can get ready real quick, and then we can go.”

I move close to Zeke, my hands dancing up his chest. I lean in so our lips are only a breath apart. My eyes lock with his, and I push against him.

I’m still turned on. “I’ll make it up to you later,” I whisper.

He picks me up and spins me around so my back is again against the door and our arms are raised above my head.

“He can wait. I have something to finish.”

Buster barks and jumps on the sofa. He’s right. Buster is a very good dog with bladder control unheard of in dogs his size. I have no argument with finishing where we left off.

Zeke walks us backward with authority to my bathroom and flicks the shower on without breaking his assault on my neck. The ache between my legs returns. My body is worked up to sensation overload.

“Oh, shit, don’t stop…take me now.”

“Right here?” he asks.

“Yes,” I beg. “Please.”

Items of clothing fly around my bathroom. Both of us pant, flushed and fucking ready. A growl explodes. I’m not sure if it’s from him, me, or the dog.

I don’t get time to think it over before he’s on me. I will my eyes to focus on the God in front of me. He’s stripped himself and stands stark naked.

I fight the lust enough to focus; I want to see him. The man has a body to worship, one I’d love the job of oiling up on a daily basis.

There’s no more waiting, no more being sensitive, or teasing me until my eyes cross and my heart explodes. This is a pure animal attack, and his dick bobs up and down between us.

He forces me into the cascading hot water until my back hits the cold tiled wall, then grips my waist. He then turns me so that my back is against his chest.

I brace the wall, and he kisses down my spine… further…and further. His touch sets my skin on fire and pure instinct takes over. I arch into his touch. I need to be pressed against any available part of him.

His dick is in the perfect position to slide right where I need him the most. He eases in, allowing me little time to adjust to the intrusion.

“Zeke.”

Each slow inch is coated by my own arousal.

“This is the only wetness I crave,” he growls in my ear.

Every thrust elicits another moan or scream, my whole body wanting—no needing—release.

His teeth sink into the soft flesh of my neck, taking my pleasure to a new height. He eases out, then slams back in; the rhythm pounds within me.

Just as one orgasm subsides, another builds in its place. Zeke is ruining me, and I fucking love it.

“Fuck!” I scream, the release imminent, one so powerful I’m sure I won’t be able to move for days.

“That’s it, baby girl, I’m so fucking close.” He squeezes my breast as he pulls me flush.

It’s my undoing. I black out from the intensity of our joined climax, colored spots flashing in my eyes as I come down slowly from the high.

Zeke holds me, his dick still pulsing in my pussy. He twitches his hips and milks out the last drops of cum.

We take our time in the shower afterward, both exhausted…yet somehow feeling good.

Zeke is different than I expected. I’d heard the stories about his playboy ways. I wasn’t bothered, why would I be? I’ve played around enough times in the past year or so.

But what I have at present with him means I want to settle down? No, I am just having fun with one guy, instead of three or four.

“You wanna get going?” Zeke asks, dragging me from my thoughts.

I look over and let my imagination run wild on what we’re up to today.

Buster barks, more than ready to get out of here. My poor boy is probably bursting at his little doggy seams with the need to use the doggy bathroom.

“Yup, let me grab Buster’s leash.”