It was my turn to say her name on a broken sound as I smoothed a hand down across her belly and aimed right for the honeyed spot between her legs. She was drenched and opened wide to accommodate the insistent length that was pounding in and out of her. I found that hot button of pleasure and started rubbing firm circles around and around with my index finger. I made her entire frame tighten up and the walls inside of her that were milking my dick in the sexiest of caresses clamp down and hold tight. The drag and pull in and out of her as she locked up in pleasure made my blood thunder and my balls draw up tight.
I kissed her on the back of the neck, continued to hammer into her, and moved my lips to the delicate shell of her ear so that I could tell her, “I changed my mind. This is the greatest date that has ever happened in all of time.”
She let out a gasp that could have been a laugh but in the next instant she went loose and liquid all around me. She threw her head back so hard that I had to jerk back to avoid getting a broken nose, and one of her hands clamped down on my wrist as she continued to come all across my cock and fingers. Watching how beautifully she broke apart for me was enough to have me letting go and slipping over the edge of completion myself. Everything I felt for this girl rushed out of me so fast and hard that I was barely able to stay on my feet once it was all said and done.
We were both panting, sweaty, stuck together, and covered in sex and paint. I’d never seen such a lovely mess, one I never wanted to clean up.
When I pulled out of her she immediately pulled her pants back up and turned around so that she was leaning with her back against the wall. She had white streaks on her naked breasts and flecks of paint on her flushed face. Her eyes darted around like she was looking for the shirt I had long ago discarded, and when she didn’t immediately see it she heaved a huge sigh and sort of wilted and folded herself down the wall until she was sitting with her back against it. Behind her was a clear imprint of a female body, including where her hands had been left in the wet paint. Damn if I wasn’t going to hate covering that up before the crew showed up in the morning. It was proof that this was all real and not the best dream I had ever had.
I turned away so I could get the condom off and situated myself back in my jeans. I found my shirt where I had tossed it earlier and hers where I had literally chucked it across the room. I handed her the flimsy item of clothing and then sank down on the floor next to her. Some of the primer she had spilled had dried up, but most of it was still in a puddle on the tarp, which immediately soaked into my jeans.
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and could see the wheels turning in her head. She was thinking again.
“Sayer. This has been headed straight for us since the beginning.” I leaned over so I could bump her shoulder with mine. She pulled her braid out from where it was trapped behind her and fiddled with the ends of it.
“I usually try to avoid impending disaster, Zeb. I’m a problem solver, not a trouble maker. I’m supposed to be helping you make your life better and helping you get what you want, not making it more complicated.”
I sighed. “We are not a problem and this isn’t trouble. How can you not think the way we are together doesn’t make both our lives better? Are you really going to tell me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”
She threw her head back so that it hit the wall with a thud. “We might not be a problem, but I sure as hell am. I need to go.” She climbed to her feet and made a face when her shoes swished in the spilled primer. “I’ll see you in my office before court on Monday.”
I ground my teeth together when she purposely didn’t respond to my question about the sex. She might not want to admit out loud how amazing we were together but the evidence was all over—the red marks on her skin, the bite marks on her neck, and the nail marks she had left on my shoulders.
I grabbed her hand as she started to walk away from where I was still sitting. “You can put the lawyer mask on and tie it on as tight as it’ll go, but I know what’s under it, Sayer, and even if I didn’t, I still would’ve had you up against the wall. You are more than one thing to me and I want all of them.”
She looked down at my hand; it was the one that had a skull tattooed on the back of it with a set of screwdrivers underneath for the crossbones. Her eyes flicked back up to mine and I could clearly see the storm clouds hovering over the sea. I didn’t want to let her go, we needed to talk about this, about what was going on between the two of us, but I could see if I pushed her she was going to break apart and I didn’t want that. She was strong and resilient, and I was just starting to get hints of why she had to be that way. The more she opened up about her past the more I understood why she shut down and pulled away when I asked her about it. I didn’t want to be the thing that made her shatter. She might be a problem solver but I was Mr. Fixit. I didn’t break things, I repaired them.
So quietly I almost didn’t hear her she told me, “I’ll see you before court.” She shook off my hold and was gone before I could get to my feet.
When I did get up it was to turn around and stare aimlessly at the impression her body had left on my wall.
The woman was good at leaving an impression, on more than just my wall. I think my heart was starting to have a Sayer-shaped spot in it and I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that given the current chaotic state of my life.
CHAPTER 9
Sayer
I couldn’t remember a single time in my life when I had forgotten to be me as thoroughly as I did the moment Zeb touched me. There was no second guessing, no worrying about the outcome and inevitable fallout of handing everything over to him. There was only the moment and being consumed by all the feelings and emotions that he brought to life in it. It was enough to get lost in, enough to blur common sense and a lifetime of warnings about what happened when you opened the door to those kinds of attachments.