Zero eased out of her body. The action made her wince. She hadn’t fucked in such a long time. Unused muscles protested at being used once again after a long year of celibacy.
Prue watched him enter the bathroom. She heard the tap running followed by the flush of the toilet.
The line had been crossed. There was no going back to being simply friends.
Rolling over, she stared at the wall that faced her. There were no answers to her questions staring back at her.
Pushing hair off her face, she wondered what she was going to do when all this was over. For a few minutes she was able to forget about the threat to both of their lives. Right now, the reality of what they faced crashed inside her brain.
The bed dipped as he joined her. His arm banded around her waist, and he leaned in close kissing her neck. “Stop it,” he said.
Jerking toward him, she stared into his eyes. “What?”
“Stop thinking about all the shit out there. Alan will wait. The fucked up shit he’s got planned for us will wait another day. I’ve got you naked in my bed. I’ve just tasted and fucked your pussy. Life, right now, is good. Don’t spoil it for shit in your head.” He tightened his arm around her as she made to fight him.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
They fought in the bed, but Prue was nowhere near as strong as Zero. He had her pressed to the bed. His large body was between her thighs as he held her hands beside her head. She wriggled, trying to get him off her. Nothing would budge him.
Exhausted, she remained still underneath him. Prue chose to glare at him instead.
“Are you done?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then go ahead. Wriggle away. This is far more fun for me than it is you. I get to feel your body move underneath me.” He pressed his hard cock against her pussy.
Moaning, she stopped. His cock was too inviting to resist.
“Now, I’m not going to do anything to you until you tell me what the fuck that was all about,” he said.
“We … crossed … a … line.” She spat each word at him, taking time to say them.
Zero’s gaze landed on her. He didn’t look confused or show any sign of misreading what she said. “The line was drawn by us, Prue. It can be knocked down by either one of us.”
Her anger spiked. Fisting her palms, she wished she could slam it against his face.
“I will not be a notch on your bedpost or like some whore you use,” she said.
He reared back, releasing her arms. She went to her elbows, but the rest of her was trapped by his large body. “Do I look like I’m treating you as some whore or a woman I’m only interested in having a good time with?” Zero looked angry. She’d seen him angry many times but never like this. “Any other woman I would take what I want and send her on her fucking way. I don’t take time to linger with cuddles or talk. You’re different, Prue. We’re different.”
Hope filled her at his words. They were different, but she always believed only she thought that way. When she heard about Sophia and saw the other woman, Prue knew she didn’t stand a chance of competing.
Sophia was utterly feminine whereas Prue had grown up with Trevor and Zero. They taught her how to fight, shoot, play pool, and deal cards. She liked getting dirty under the hood of her car. Being a teacher was rewarding, and she loved her work. At the weekends it was her downtime where she got to do what she loved.
“You are not and will never be a notch on my bedpost. You mean too much to me.”
“What about Sophia?”
“She was … a mistake. Since you’ve been here I haven’t given her a thought, that’s how unimportant she is to me. I don’t even think about her. I care about her, but as Nash’s woman and part of the club.”
Don’t let yourself hope.
Prue couldn’t stop the new feelings invading her heart. She’d always loved Zero. He was her best friend. The guy she had grown up with and learned to depend upon. Only when she got older did her feelings deepen. She knew they would never be returned and so hadn’t waited for him like some love-struck virgin. Prue lived her life without expecting anything from him in return.
“You fancied yourself in love with her,” she said.
“Can’t a man make a mistake?”
“You’ve changed your mind too quickly.”
He smiled. “We were not going to do this, and yet we’re here.”
“This is different,” she said.
“Why? Because you want to fuck whereas you don’t want to trust me when I say I no longer love another woman?” he asked.
Zero had a point.
“What do you want me to do?” The words were hard to say. She was so used to being on her own. Zero visited her sporadically. She didn’t have anyone in the world to trust or confide in. For ten years it had been her fighting for her life. It was nice being Prue once again. Ten years of being another woman hadn’t been easy. There were times she didn’t respond to the name Lilly.