AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is rated M.
Chapter 28
INVINCIBLE
December 26
"Addie…" Zed whispered as he tried to run a hand through her tangled white hair. "… rise and shine, beautiful." His fingers caught in a knot, pulling her hair.
"Oww..." she mumbled.
"Ooops, sorry."
She cracked open an eye, finding him hovering over her.
"Morning, Baby."
She groaned and closed her eye again. "Not yet… five more minutes."
"I made you breakfast..."
Her eyes reopened. "You did?"
"I sure did," he said, his face breaking into a smile. "French toast, bacon, eggs, and fresh-squeezed orange juice..."
"Is there an army you're cooking for?..." she sat up and tried to see the clock, but he was blocking her way. "What time is it?"
He let out a quiet laugh. "No army. Just you… well, Bonzo too. And it's a little after noon."
"Shit..." she pushed the tangled mess of hair out of her face and sighed. "I should be the one making you breakfast… not the other way around… You're still detoxing, you shouldn't have to cook for me."
"I didn't HAVE to do it. I wanted to. You haven't had a decent night's sleep in forever because you've been taking care of my sorry ass. Besides, in case you've forgotten… You love it when I spoil you."
She smiled and pulled him to her, "True."
He kissed her lips. "So are you going to let me?"
"Let you what?"
"Spoil you..."
She smiled against his lips. "I guess… it would be a shame to let all that food go to waste..."
"I wasn't just talking about breakfast."
She pulled back, her eyes full of silent questioning.
"Do you remember what we talked about last night?"
"Should I?"
He bit back a laugh. "Starting our own Christmas tradition?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Vaguely..."
"Well, since I couldn't sleep again last night, I may have done some planning."
"Planning?"
"Yeah… I hope you didn't have anything to do for the next few days."
"Days?"
He nodded his head, smiling wide.
"Z, what did you do?"
"I may have planned a little getaway for the two of us."
She sat up a little too fast, making her head spin. She took a second to regain her equilibrium. "What?"
He kissed her softly. "You. Me. Alone. For. The. Next. Four. Nights." he whispered between kisses.
"Where are we..."
He cut her off with another kiss. "Nope… It's a surprise."
"But, I..."
His lips muffled her words again. "It's. A. Surprise."
She giggled and pushed him away. "Fine. You win."
"Good. But, I do need to borrow your car so I can go get some things."
"Do you even have a driver's license?" she asked through another giggle.
"Yes, I have a driver's license!" he said feigning insult.
"Just checking… Keys are in there usual spot." She leaned in and bit his ear, quickly soothing the sting with her tongue. "Wreck my car and I'll wreck you."
He rolled his eyes and tickled her sides. "If I can drive a fucking tank, I doubt a Volvo sedan is going to be a problem."
She batted his hands away through a fit of giggles. "Point made! Stop!"
He ceased his tickle assault and pressed himself against her. Her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he ground into her. "I'll be back later..."
She pretended to pout and pushed him away. "Tease."
With a quick kiss and a wink, he stood up, pulling her up with him.
"You still won't tell me where we're going?" she asked.
"You'll find out soon enough." He paused, and then wound his fingers between hers. "Anxious?"
"A little… We've been in the car for over two hours and it's already late."
"Well… we're almost there." He pointed ahead to a sign on the side of the road.
"Big Bear?!" she read out excitedly. "We're going to Big Bear Lake?!"
"We sure are."
"EEEEKKKK!" she threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek.
"Good surprise?"
"The best! But, wait… you don't ski..."
"Nope."
"Then why are we going to a skiing destination?"
He shrugged his shoulder and stole a glance in her direction. "Oh, I don't know… isolated cabin, romantic views… fireplace… I'm sure we can find other activities other than skiing to occupy our time."
She giggled and leaned back over to kiss him again. "Did you rent us a cabin just so you could have your wicked way with me?"
"...Maybe." He said as he turned off the highway at their exit.
She sat back and smiled. "Sounds perfect… but you know you didn't have to go through all this trouble. I still own the house in Aspen. We could have flown out there and stayed for free."
He shook his head and stole another glance in her direction. "And how often do you use your numerous properties?"
"I don't."
"Exactly."
She chewed her lip and smirked. "Are you maybe trying to prove something to me?"
"Don't know what you're talking about, Baby."
She threw her head back and laughed. "Bullshit… And just so you know, you don't have anything to prove. I know you're not with me for my money. That was my mother talking."
"Adds, I'll always have to prove that. Maybe not to you, but to everyone else."
"I don't give a shit about anyone else." She took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. "What have I always told you?"
"That I'm great in bed?" he said with a hint of a laugh.
Addison rolled her eyes and smacked him playfully. "Well yeah, but I was thinking more along the lines of 'nothing in this life, the money, the name, none of it means anything without you'. I…."
He squeezed her hand. "I love you too, Beautiful."
A few minutes later they were turning down a new road with hardly any streetlights. A couple of white flakes hit the windshield.
"Snow! Yes! I was hoping we'd get some!" Zed leaned forward, peering through the darkness, watching for some landmark or sign.
"Like we haven't been in our fair share of snow lately!" Addison laughed.
He turned to her and threw her a wink. "It's all part of the plan, Baby."
"Trouble."
"You know it." He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip and arched his brow, making her clench her thighs together in anticipation.
They climbed a steep hill for a while in silence. He slowed the car, carefully navigating the road amid the steadily increasing onslaught of snow. Her pulse racing with the tempo of it. Alone with Zed. On a snowy mountain. In the middle of nowhere. She stared at his handsome profile. No place she'd rather be.
The log cabin was isolated from civilization. It was a quaint one bedroom, one bath. Both inside and outside rustic and charming: red checked curtains, hardwood floors, a stone fireplace with a thick rug and plenty of woolen blankets. The place smelled of cedar— fresh and clean. Zed dragged in a couple of logs from outside and laid them before the fireplace. He shook the snow from his emerald hair, and then shrugged out of his leather jacket and hoodie.
Addison's mouth ran dry. There was just something about seeing him in a red plaid flannel shirt. She couldn't remember the last time she saw him wear anything but black or a plain white t-shirt. But flannel brought back all sorts of naughty memories of her Seattle bad-boy.
As he arranged the logs and stuffed newspaper into the nooks and crannies, she got to work setting up the miniature Christmas tree he had purchased earlier that day. A string of lights, a little star topper, and a couple of ornaments remained in the box for him to help her with later.
Next, the lasagna went into the fridge. While Zed and Bonzo were off shopping, she had kept herself occupied in the kitchen. He had insisted that he didn't want her buying him anything, but he hadn't said anything about cooking for him. She checked her watch. It was eleven already.
"You hungry?"
Zed's rear end was sticking out from the fireplace. He was bent over, still fiddling with the kindling. She nudged his ass with a sock-covered toe as he lit a match and spread the fire around inside. He tossed the stick in and faced her. She licked her lower lip. Damn, that shirt looks nice on him.
"Yeah," he said, tugging the flannel back down over the waistband of his jeans.
Realization suddenly struck her. She really had Zed all to herself. He was hers. No need to sneak around. No need to keep quiet. No sharing. No beating off groupies. No rules. Part of her wanted to tackle him, shove him to the floor, and maul him. The other part wished he'd do that to her. He stood up, hiking up his pants. "I made us dinner while you were gone earlier..." She bit her lip, then jabbed a thumb in the direction of the kitchen.
"Fuck. You better stop looking at me like that, or you're gonna be sore as shit tomorrow."
"Promise?" Her smile widened as she walked off towards the kitchen.
While she was in the kitchen, he adjusted his cock about twelve times. The bastard had no interest in keeping calm but was all about carrying on. He got up and stoked the fire even though it didn't need it. Still hard as a fucking rock. Pushing the curtains aside, he peeked out the window. Even in the dark, it was hard to miss the wall of white slicing up the night. "Hey, the snow's coming down pretty good now," he called over his shoulder.
"Really?"
Her heat warmed his back. She slid her arms around his middle and pushed a plate of lasagna into his grasp.
"We should go out and play."
"Or we could stay in and play," she whispered seductively.
He turned into her. The food and their clothes the only obstacles between them. If she said the word, he could shuck that shit in three seconds flat. He picked up the fork, cut off a piece of melted goodness, and hovered it in front of her saucy smile. Without warning, she bit and held the fork hostage with her teeth. She stared up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. He grabbed the fork, set it on the plate, and dropped the dish on the nearby table. Then, he cupped her cheeks and swooped in for a taste. She gave it to him. Savory and sassy greeting his mouth in an explosion of heat. She pressed the bite on her tongue into his. He gobbled it up, half-chewing, half-kissing, all messy. Her hands skating from his stomach up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
"I've got the perfect indoor game," she mumbled against his lips.
"Now we're talking." He attacked her mouth once more for another taste and licked the sauce off her. "Does this game require clothing? 'Cause I think I'm suddenly allergic to mine." He started to unbutton his shirt, but she stopped him.
"Don't you dare," she commanded.
He swallowed hard. The domineering tone in her voice a promise of dark things to come. Things they both needed. Her eyes flashed with white-hot lust that nearly set his jeans on fire. He lowered his fingers, and she tracked their progress on the way down.
Her gaze fell to the outline of his dick begging for freedom. She traced the relief, keeping her eyes on his. "I want you to help me decorate."
He stilled. "Not where I thought this was going, but… Okay." He took a step back towards the small fake pine.
She shuffled through a brown box beside the tree and held up an unopened package of Christmas lights. "I was thinking more of decorating you."
"Uh … what?"
She returned to his personal space and made herself at home with a few strokes of his dick through the denim. "I thought you wanted to play..."
She sounded so innocent until the words caught up with him, and he struggled to form a coherent response. All he could do was nod vigorously.
Her features shifted from playful and innocent to stern and seductive as she pointed to the floor. "Lie down." The "down" coming out extra forceful.
Zed struggled extra hard not to detonate an extra-large cum bomb in his jeans as her voice became more commanding. He assumed the position, lying face up.
Addison took her sweet time opening the box of lights and pulling out the string with torturous slowness. His pulse pounded to the lazy rhythm as each light popped free of its plastic housing. She unzipped her pants and stepped out of them. Her red satin underwear eased down her thighs, past her knees, and over the slopes of her toned calves. The small silver ring piercing the hood of her clit taunting him. All he could think about was pulling it with his teeth while breathing her in. Her gaze dropped to his painfully eager cock. Her foot shot out and lowered to soothe— or maybe intensify— the ache. Trapped beneath a thick layer of jeans, his cock fit right under her arch as she ground him to a near climax. He squirmed.
"Don't you dare come without my permission," she threatened as she kept up with the rubbing.
He swallowed and nodded as a large smile spread across his face. "Yes, ma'am."
She tossed the string of lights onto him and lifted her shirt over her head. Alternating between plumping and fondling her breasts under the matching red satin bra, she said, "Lose the jeans. The shirt is mine."
He made quick work of clearing his lower half of every stitch of clothing, eagerly awaiting further instructions. She was fucking killing him, and he couldn't die fast enough.
She fixated on his dick and subtly swept her tongue between her lips. "Trust me?"
"Fuck yes, Baby. I've missed this so fucking much," he admitted, salivating at the sight of her glistening pussy. He needed her on his mouth, smothering him, drowning him.
She cracked him with a silent admonition. "You're a little wild tonight, Zed. Like a stallion in need of taming." She dropped to her knees, straddling his hips, her cunt hovering inches over his frenzied cock.
He clenched his fists to keep from thrusting upward.
"You know what I do to wild horses?" she asked.
"No, ma'am." Christ, she owned him. All she had to do was say the word, and he'd bathe her tight pussy in a cum shower. No touching necessary.
"I rein them." She slowly lifted the Christmas lights, staring at them, and winding the string around her hand several times. Then she leaned toward the wall and plugged the lights into the socket. An array of color brightened the dark room, making her glow. She loosened a bit of the cord, scooped up his cock and balls, and tied the lights tightly around the mass of flesh. "And then I break them."
"Fuck." The word came out as a whisper, but inside his head, he screamed it. His knees lifted of their own accord. She sat on them, her wet pussy kissing his thighs, silver sliding across skin. The pain cut deep, mixing with intense pleasure, and creating a searing disruption in his motor function.
She slipped off of him and used the twined string as promised— as a lead— urging him to stand. The cord bit into her, leaving deep pink trenches on her hands. "Come on," she said, guiding him to the wall.
He had no choice but to follow. Not that he'd consider doing anything else. He forced himself to keep his fists at his sides, though a couple of sudden jerks caused him to jerk too.
She dipped her free hand into her bra and popped a studded nipple out, teasing him further. He bit his bottom lip to keep from darting his tongue out for a taste. The other barbell-laden nipple lifted free of the fabric, both now flashing upward, begging for attention. She caressed his cheek. Then with agonizing slowness, she undid the seven buttons down the front of his shirt and pushed the flannel plaid open to admire his chest. A kiss to each nipple. A languid roll of tongue across his abs. She sank to her knees, licked the head of his cock with three swirls and stared up at him, her big blue eyes illuminated by Christmas lights. Using the green cord to set the pace of an epic blowjob, she moaned as he slid into her mouth. Pull in. Push out. Tighten grip. Repeat. He was fucking her mouth at the mercy of the string of lights and fantasizing about a lightning strike to add even more intensity. But a zap like that would hurt Addison. Nobody was allowed to hurt her. Ever. So, he basked in the pleasure of her painful tongue bath and concentrated on reining in the orgasm poised at the base of his balls, ready to cut loose a deluge of cum in her mouth.
Her lips full of dick, she fluttered her lashes at him, yanking the cord to lure him deeper down her throat. Her gag reflex non-existent as she opened her mouth wider to make more space for him. Her teeth grazing his skin.
He was going to blow. He couldn't hold off another second.
She held him in place for several seconds before pushing him away. She stood suddenly, loosening the light string. His blood resuming its flow in a rush. Placing her back against the wall, she twisted her wrist and tightened her grip once more, this time dragging his heaving dick against the door of her pussy. She hiked a leg around his hip. "Hold me up," she instructed.
Barely able to breathe, he supported her thigh and gazed at her perfect face.
With her free hand, she smoothed his chest under the open flaps of his shirt. "I missed you wearing flannel. You've always looked so damn good in it." Her fingers worked the cotton, and she lifted it to her nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled. "I love the way you smell. Especially when you're fucking me." The lighted hand yanked without warning, and his cock speared her splayed pussy. "Fuck. Me."
He bit down on her shoulder. "That's the plan."
She worked him like a mule, pulling and pushing into and out of her. His balls were on the verge of a massive eruption. "Fuck, Addie. I'm gonna come. Oh, Christ, I'm gonna come …" Air left his lungs. His head tipped backward. He gave over control of his body to her. Completely belonging to her.
"You wanna fill me up?" With two fingers, she coyly spread her pussy for him.
"Tease."
"Say it, Zed. Tell me how bad you want it," she demanded. "Tell me how good this feels."
He struggled free of his endorphin daze long enough to put thoughts into words, but only just. "I wanna fill you with so much cum that your pussy weeps, Baby. I wanna put so much of me into you, you steal my motherfuckin' identity." He paused long enough to trap her with his gaze. "And when we're done, and my jizz spills down your legs because your cunt's brimming with me, I'll lick the shit off and drizzle it on that lasagna. Or your pussy. Or your mouth. Wherever you want it, baby, it's yours."
The fuse of a slow smile burned a pleased trail across her features. She widened the part between her thighs to welcome more of him and guided him hard and fast. He gave her control— every bit of it. The only adjustment he made was the angle where the base of his dick came in contact with her clit. He lifted his hips just enough to ensure that he hit her directly on the metal piercing and forced it to wiggle with each drilling thrust.
"Oh, God Almighty," she cursed, flattening her spine to the wall behind her. "Just like that, Zed. Just like that." She slowed her arm, released her grip on the lights, and said, "Now do it. Top me off."
The blood flow returned to his dick and balls in a frenzy, and he gave her two more thrusts before the paralysis of his orgasm shut down all brain function. Thrust. Spurt. Thrust. Spurt. Thrust. Spurt. It went on and on. He lost his vision, his breath, his heartbeats. When he came to, she was holding him up by the flannel shirt she was so fond of.
"Shit, are you okay?" She tapped his face a couple of times.
The fuzzy edges of his sight returned to normal, and he laughed a slow, languid chuckle. "Fuck," was the only word he had. He shook the stupid out of his head. "Fuck."
"Z?" She peered at him, worry painting heavy lines across her brow.
He nodded and smiled. "I'm good. So fucking good, baby," he whispered as he pawed clumsily at her cheeks, consumed by his own subspace, riding the high for as long as it would let him.
She laughed as they slowly sank down to the floor, her eyes trailing down his body, she suddenly stopped when they landed on the edge of a strip of tape wrapped around his thigh. "You got a new tatt today?"
He nodded his head. "Yeah..." he whispered, still trying to recover. "One of your Christmas presents."
She sat up grabbed his ankle, pulling his leg up. She let out an audible gasp as her jaw dropped open.
"It matches the one you've got, right…..here," he said running his finger along the outside of her breast, tracing the Alpha Omega tattoo she had. "A and Z, Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end of everything."
"Z..." She was at a loss for words. Without warning, she pulled him to her roughly, kissing him with everything she had. "So. Fucking. Hot." she panted against his lips before a thought crashed over her like a freezing bucket of ice water. "Fuck me…."
"Give me about two minutes and I'll be good to go, Baby."
"No… Everyone knows I have that tattoo!" she whispered in a panic.
"So..."
"What are they going to think when you show up with a matching one?! Lacey was already suspicious about our similar tatts!" She closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hands, the panic rising in her chest. "How the fuck are we going to do this? How the hell can we survive being on tour together when I have a fucking clause in my contract that says I won't get involved with you? How can we be around each other 24/7 and not be with each other? I can't handle how much I need you! It's too much," she whispered. "It's all too much… Lacey and Bucky...I can't take wanting you like this in front of them, too!"
He could hear her voice shake as tears began to fall.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this. Maybe we should just..."
"Addison!" Zed nearly shouted, trying to snap her out of it. "Look at me, Baby."
She reluctantly picked her head up and opened her tear-filled eyes.
"Do you want to be with me?"
She nodded her head and wiped away an errant tear. "More than I could ever say, It's just..."
"Listen to me, Addison… I love you. I'm not going to lose you again. After everything that we went through to find our way back to each other, I am not going to let something like this keep us apart. We are on the edge and I'm willing to risk it all. This… You and me... is worth fighting tooth and nail for. But I can't do it alone. I need to know we stand together."
"I'll do whatever it takes, but..."
"Shh," he whispered soothingly. "We'll sort it out, somehow… Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Do you really?"
"Z..."
He placed a finger on her lip and gave her the smile he knew drove her wild. "Know what I want right now?"
She arched a brow. "Don't look at me like that…"
"I want to conduct an experiment."
She glanced at the tattoo on his leg.
He lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes. "I want to test a theory about what I think you need." Her breath hitched, but he didn't give her a chance to reply. He kissed her quiet. Her lids drifted shut as their mouths moved together, dipping, licking, tasting.
"You say you'll do whatever it takes to make this work."
She nodded.
"You trust me?"
She nodded again.
"Implicitly?" he asked.
After a moment's hesitation, she settled on a whispered "Yes."
He offered his hand. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Outside."
She laughed. "Uh, it's freezing out there, and we're naked."
"I know. It'll be fun. Let's go."
"I'm not going out there," she said. "You're a crazy person."
"You just said you implicitly trusted me. So, now you're going back on your word? Addison, you wound me." he clutched his bare chest.
She hesitated and exhaled heavily, shaking her head. "I can't..."
"Can't never could." He slapped her ass on his way to the door, and she squealed a protest. "It's only gonna get colder the longer you wait." He flipped on the floodlight outside, turned the knob, and pulled the door open. Snowflakes tumbled everywhere, and cold wind thundered inside, rustling the little Christmas tree she set up and teasing the flames in the fireplace higher.
She squeezed her legs together and folded her arms over her breasts. "Zed Milo Jacobs, you shut that door right now before I—"
He quirked a grin. Usually, the sound of his full name pissed him off, but falling from her lips, it sounded like heaven. "Before you what?"
A staring contest followed. She scowled at him. He smiled at her.
After a long moment of silence, she stomped toward him. "You're totally insane. You know that, right? Lost your freaking marbles, you have." She reached for the coat she wore on the drive up.
He snagged her hand and curled it into his chest. The rest of her following. Snowflakes darted inside, collapsing on their skin, melting on contact. The cold painful. They were both shaking from it.
"I may have lost my marbles, but I've still got you."
"Can you please shut the door now?" she begged, trembling and pressing her chest against him.
"Not until we've had a snowball fight."
"What?" she cried. "No. No way in hell. We're not throwing snowballs at each other naked in the dark in subfreezing temperatures. Uh-uh. I thought you wanted to give me what I needed? I definitely do not need to be taken to the hospital with frostbite on my girlie parts. Now shut the door!"
"Okay, fine. If you won't go with me, I'll do it alone." He unwound himself from her grip and slipped outside, leaving her cowering against the bitter chill in the doorway. It was cold as fucking balls, but he didn't care. She didn't realize that he was giving her what she needed: a platform to let go of the doubt holding her back and keeping them apart.
She shook her head and shut the door on him.
He rolled his eyes, braving the thick layer of snow on the ground and picked up a handful. Addison appeared at the window, arms crossed, frowning with disdain. He formed a big ball and lobbed it at the glass. She jumped and her jaw dropped when white splattered in front of her. He laughed and reached for another. He threw them over and over and over until he couldn't feel his body anymore. All while silently begging her to come outside. He needed to prove he was strong enough to take care of her. He needed to show her that he'd protect her from ice, fire, or a motherfucking zombie apocalypse. He needed her to trust that he's committed to making them work, no matter what obstacles they were going to face when the tour resumed.
She disappeared. Defeated, he started toward the door. It opened before he got there. She stepped tentatively across the threshold, lips fused together, nipples hard enough to cut glass. As fat white flakes cascaded around her, the sliver of moonlight above winked like it had a secret. For as long as he lived, he knew he'd never forget the picture of her, butt-ass naked the day after Christmas in the middle of nowhere, an ice princess lording over an ancient lake. He didn't know what he had ever done to deserve her, but he did know that he would spend the rest of his life worshiping her. He stretched his arms wide. Exposing— offering— himself in the purest, rawest, most vulnerable form he had. "Trust me, Addison…
Follow through
Make our dreams come true
Don't give up the fight
We will be alright
Cause there's no one like you
In the universe..."
She covered a sweet sigh with shaking knuckles, inhaled a full breath, and let it out in a cloud of puffy vapor.
"Don't be afraid
What you're mind conceals
We should make a stand
Stand up for what we believe
And tonight we can truly say
Together we're invincible
And during the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please let's use this chance to
Turn things around
And tonight we can truly say
Together we're invincible..."
He stared into her eyes as he sang. The flare of conviction and devotion blazing behind them promising that she did trust him. With everything. They were going to be okay. Yeah, they were going to need to do a fuck-ton of work to keep their secret, but they were going to make it.
She daintily squatted down, gathered a ball of snow, and winged it at him. The ball exploding in the dead center of his chest. He stumbled backward, planting his bare ass on the blanket of snow, laughing hysterically. Addison charged over and fell on top of him, straddling what used to be his cock, but was now a shriveled grape withered on the vine. A reluctant smile cracked the glacier of her face, and pretty soon, she was laughing and shivering with him. He had lost feeling in his limbs. His ears would probably break clean off if he flicked them. But when her lips landed on his, the ice melted, and there was nothing but feeling. He enfolded her in his arms, his legs, his everything. They lay trembling, entwined, freezing, and totally, utterly, completely connected. And completely exposed. Just what they both needed. Trust.
When their wobbly kiss ended, she stroked his cheek. "A-are y-you happy n-n-now?" she demanded, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"You're gonna pretend like you didn't love what just happened here?" he teased.
"I'm g-gonna pretend I'm not in l-love with a f-fool who's going l-land us b-both in the hospital. C-can we g-go inside please?"
He ran his hand through her frozen hair. "I'm not done with you yet. There's more to come."
"D-does it involve hot ch-chocolate or t-tequila?"
"Nope." With every ounce of strength he had, he pushed up, tightening one arm around her, and lifted her off the ground. "But it ought to warm you up."
She held on to his shoulders and clamped her legs around his hips as he trudged through the white. As soon as they were inside, he lowered her to the floor by the fireplace and threw a blanket around her. They fused into a huddle of twitching shudders and clacking teeth.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into that," she grumbled, burying her nose into his neck.
"Come on, it was fun when you finally got out there." Supporting her back, he eased her to the rug and tested the waters with a soft dip into her pussy and a thumb on her clit ring. She tensed, searching his eyes for an explanation. He didn't give her one. "I'm gonna take you now," he whispered.
She swallowed.
"I'm not gonna be gentle."
Her chest rose and fell with a couple quick breaths.
A rush of fluid licked his finger as he probed deeper. "And I'm not gonna stop until you come so hard you blackout."
She stared at him, swallowing again.
"You ready?"
She pressed her lips together and nodded. He always loved that their kinks complemented each other. With their roles reversed from earlier, he threw the blanket off of them, split her legs open and dove face-first into the well of her cunt.
She laid there splayed open, shivering, with Zed devouring her before the fire, a wave of relief settling under her skin. He was right. The moment he stripped away her control, she let go and fell into a quiet, delicious peace. Zed lapped at the crux between her legs, dragging his tongue and nose through the growing puddle, growling his approval between licks. Zed was the man she needed: the take charge, you're mine man. Yet, at the same time, he needed her to be the same. She slipped a hand through his cold, wet hair and grabbed a hunk of it. He twisted her wrist away and pinned it to the floor beside her. Her pulse raced at the restraint. She teetered on the edge of self-discipline, knowing if she said the word, he'd let her go, but daring herself to keep quiet so she could live out the thrill of completely submitting to him with unconditional surrender and trust. It was the greatest gift she could share with him.
He shouldered his way in, angling deeper between her legs, sucking her clit to the brink of pain.
Pleasure surged wildly through her. "God, Z." She rolled her head back and forth across the rug, moaning, panting, mentally begging him to stop and keep going all at once. "I'm gonna come—"
He lifted his head to stare hungrily at her across the goosebumped plain of her stomach and rubbed his palm across her waist. Her natural lube glazed his lips, leaving clear, gleaming smears across his stubbly chin. "Not yet."
"If you keep looking at me like that, then yes yet. Yes now!"
Exhaling gently on her flesh, he crawled the length of her trembling body and hovered over her on all fours. He dipped in for a kiss but stopped an inch short of her mouth. He breathed, "Get up."
A tingle grabbed the base of her spine and chased the aftershock of those two small words to her neck. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl..."
After the round of going down, she was dizzy as hell. It took a moment for her to find her balance, but she managed to stand up on rubbery legs.
He stalked behind her, arms snaking around her waist. Two fingers plunged into the wetness below while the other hand kneaded her breast. His cock stuffed between her legs, but not penetrating, he walked her to the long wooden table taking up a big chunk of the open living/ dining room, kicking a chair out of the way. It clattered loudly across the wooden planks. Her heart pounded faster as he wedged a knee between both of hers and pried her legs open from behind. Cock gliding across the slick heat, he fisted a length of her hair and yanked her head back to rest on his shoulder, exposing her neck, forcing her to succumb to the spell blazing in his eyes. She concentrated on his warm brown stare, and a fresh flood of wetness pooled between her thighs. She wanted to give him what he wanted. Give him her body. Give him goddamn everything. She knew he'd do it for her, too.
"I'm gonna fuck you now."
She closed her eyes."Yes."
He tightened his grip on her hair. "Look at me when I fuck you, Addison."
She swallowed and focused on his lips as they fell to hers, roughing, teasing, adoring.
He shifted his attention to her shoulder and raked the skin with his teeth, alternating licks and bites. His fingers below spreading her open, inviting his beautiful cock in.
She expected a steady slide, not the harsh stab she got. She gasped, trying to adjust to the sudden presence of a cock too big for the flesh surrounding it, but he didn't give her the time. He plunged in and out, hard and fast, groping her bouncing breasts as they absorbed the blows. A hand slithered upward and clamped around her throat, making her moan and close her eyes.
"I told you to look at me," he said with firm, deadly quiet.
Her eyes fluttered back open, meeting his once more.
Supporting her head with his shoulder, he dropped kisses across her cheek— a sweet, gentle contrast the hard fucking below the belt. Her pussy stretched. She stood on tiptoes and angled her hips upward to enhance the pleasure from the pounding. He fiddled with her clit piercing. She couldn't take it. It was super sensitive, and the fondling was too much. She drew a leg up in retaliation.
He wrestled her thigh down. "No," he commanded. "Feet stay on the floor."
She refocused her slipping concentration. On the floor. On the floor. She visualized glue on her feet and tried to keep from squirming.
"Trust me..." He slowed his thrusts and ground to a halt, slipping out of her. He spun her around to face him, shoving her back to the table, and grabbing both her ankles as he reentered her.
She stared into his eyes, utterly ravaged by them, she forgot where she was. She didn't want to ever lose this man again. She'd do anything to keep him. "Forever… I'm yours, Zed," she vowed as their shared orgasm overtook her like an avalanche of feathers raining on her head. "Yours …"
He continued pumping until the last ripple of the wave faded into memory. Caressing her cheeks, lips, and chin, he smiled and pulled out. Pulling her up, he covered her with kisses, delicate tongue trails, and vapor from his soft breaths. He worshiped her.
She wished every kiss he pressed into her skin would stay there forever, like tattoos of his lip prints revealing the path of where he'd been. She wished the world could see the marks he leaves on her— not physical marks, but emotional ones. "That was … amazing." she sighed and hugged him to her exhausted chest.
"We're going to make this work."
She smiled and placed a kiss on top of his head. "Yes, we are."
"Can I give you your Christmas present now?"
She pulled back and gave him a questioning look. "I thought you said the tattoo was..."
He shook his head, smiling up at her through tired eyes. "I said it was ONE of your presents." He eased himself out of her embrace and walked over to where his jacket was hanging up. "Besides, this one is something you needed." He rooted around in the pocket for a moment before pulling out a small blue box.
"Zed! I didn't need anything from Tiffany's!"
He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, bringing her back in front of the fire. He sat down, pulling her down into his lap. "Yes, you did…" he whispered into her ear as he balanced the box on her knee.
She cautiously opened it, removing the soft bag inside. Her breath caught when her locket landed in her palm.
"I had it polished, and got you a new chain," he said as he brushed her hair off of her neck. He took the locket from her hand and clasped it around her neck, placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.
"Zed..." her voice shook as she clutched the platinum heart against her chest. "This means more than I could ever say…" she turned to look at him, running a hand down the side of his face, and pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Merry Christmas, Baby."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, this was definitely one of those chapters that was 100% just for the sake of fluffy smut. I make no apologies. Also, I wrote this BEFORE Christmas, but life got in the way and I ended up posting the previous chapters later than anticipated.
Music Used In This Chapter
Invincible- Muse