And yet, I think to myself as I remove my hand from between her legs and push my hips inward to line my cock up, none of that is really attainable.
All of that would do nothing but build a connection.
A connection that I could never fully give credence to.
Spreading my hands around Kate’s hips, I give her a hard tug backward as I push forward, sinking deeply into her all at once.
And oh, the bliss.
Pure fucking white-hot, dazzling bliss.
It surrounds me, invades me, and consumes me.
Kate moans softly as I start to move within her. I stroke one hand up her back, around her ribs, and to her breast so I can softly cup it while I ride her. She keeps her head bowed, and this is good. It’s good I can’t see the depth of emotion in her eyes as she gets sucked into the maelstrom of lust and desire. Kate is a woman who is filled with emotion and I can’t bear to see it reflected back at me right now.
I close my eyes and give over to the feelings of her body squeezing me. I listen to her panting, my grunting on particularly deep thrusts. My skin slaps against hers, and the air goes hot and heavy as our passion vibrates all around.
I have to grit my teeth hard, because something is swirling inside of my chest, wanting me to do stupid shit like tell her how good this feels and that I don’t think I can get enough of her.
Things I absolutely have no business saying to her.
So I fuck her hard and fast, chasing that sweet goal of release.
I skim my hand down from her breast, over her stomach, and push it in between her legs. The pads of my fingertips easily find her clit, aided by her slickness, and I start to play with her while we fuck.
Kate groans…slams back against me…rotates her hips.
And then that beautiful back arches deep again and she throws her head back, causing her hair to cascade past her shoulder blades, and tilts her hips in such a way that I go fucking deeper into her body. I feel her start to climax because her inner walls grip me hard and she whispers out on a harsh breath of air, “Yes…yes…yes.”
And that right there is what pushes me over.
I hiss out my pleasure through my teeth while my balls contract and I start to unload inside her. I come hard…really hard…and the minute I’m completely empty, my entire body uncoils with contentment.
Kate’s body gives out and she sinks to the mattress. I fall right along with her, but then immediately roll us onto our sides. Absolutely wrecked…completely boneless, I’m too mellow to do anything else but wrap my arm around her waist and lie there. I know it’s an intimate move, but fuck it. I want her to stay still, right there while I’m still lodged inside of her, and let me enjoy the peace and lack of guilt for just a moment.
Kate lies absolutely still, her arm resting like dead weight on mine, her breathing back to normal. I used to lie with Gina like this…after we fucked. We used to go to sleep like this at night in the beginning of our relationship, but toward the end it was just more comfortable I guess for us each to sprawl out on our own side of the bed. I have a sudden urge to stroke the skin of Kate’s stomach…maybe even prompt her own hand to return the favor.
But I push that thought away. It sends the wrong message.
To her? To me?
Yeah…wrong fucking message to both of us.
“Zack?” Kate whispers softly.
“Yeah?”
“Why does it bother you that I’m friends with Sutton and Olivia?” she asks curiously, without a hint that she’ll give any validation to how I might possibly respond. I can tell she’s not about to give up their friendship.
Sighing, I release my hold on her and roll away, swinging my legs off the bed. I bend down and pick up my boxers, slipping them on and planning to ditch the condom once I get to the bathroom.
When I look back over at her, she’s rolled to face me, one hand curled under her head, the other tucked under her chin. The lights from the city hit her full in the face and I can see the paleness of her eyes reflecting back at me.
“Truth?” I ask her, because I need to make sure she’s ready to hear it.
“No, I asked because I love lies,” she jabs back at me, then rolls her eyes. “Of course the truth.”
Sighing, I grab my T-shirt from the floor. Gripping it hard in my hands, I lay it on her. “The Cold Fury…we’re a team, but we’re also a family. Alex and Garrett are like my brothers. By extension, Sutton and Olivia are like my sisters. We don’t have a blood connection, but the familial connection is still there. You understand?”
“I understand that,” she says, but then adds on, “I guess I don’t understand what that has to do with me hanging with them.”
I slip the T-shirt on, and then bend to gather up the rest of my clothes. No need to put that shit on…just going to be walking across the living room to my room with Ben.