Page 113 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Zayne

Fuck, if Charli isn’t as hot as I knew she’d be. Time has done nothing but bless her in all the ways that’s unfair to most girls. Theo and I have been talking about the club and the plans I have if it becomes mine, but my focus has been on Charli even though she snuck out of the living room about half an hour ago.

I catch a glimpse of her walking outside through one of the bay windows. She has duffel bags strapped over both of her shoulders and her keys in her hand. She’s trying to escape.

“I need to get the rest of my stuff and get settled in. What time do the festivities begin?”

“We’re going to take the boats out when the rest of the guys get here. Looking like it’ll be late afternoon.” I nod and move for the back door, knowing my time is severely limited if I want to catch Charli before she slips out of my reach.

I open the door just in time to see the dust trail behind her truck and know I have to move quickly. I’m on her tail before she makes it a few miles down the road. Luckily, there’s only one road in and out of here. I flash my light at her to pull over but she speeds up. “Fuckin’ brat.” I mumble under my breath just before I speed past her. I can barely see her flip me off through her dark window but I don’t miss it. My girl still has the spitfire attitude that has always made my dick hard. I start to slow down once I’m in front of her but she swerves around me just to pass me on the left. I could race her down the road, refusing to let her pass me but I’m not trying to get either of us killed. I choose to follow her instead.

She turns right off the main road after about five miles and I follow. It’s about two more miles before she pulls onto one of the private boat docks and stops the truck. I glance around to see if we have an audience but everything looks pretty secluded.

She’s already thrown the driver door open and landed on her feet, stomping back to my bike before I have a chance to get fully parked. I’m reminded of how short she is next to her giant black truck but I don’t dare tease her of that right now. She might be five foot three but she’s pissed off enough to kick someone’s ass who is seven feet tall. Her hips sway as she walks and her long, dark brown hair is swinging on her tits as they bounce with each step she takes.

The smirk on my face totally pisses her off. I can tell by the way her eyes roll when she gets close. “What do you want, Zayne? Why do you insist on following me?” She props her hand on a hip and shifts her sweet ass to the left, accentuating her sass.

“Are you going to pretend you’re not happy to see me?”

“Why would I be?” She can’t keep eye contact with me. I’ve always been able to look at Charli and know what she’s feeling… what she’s thinking. Time has broken that connection a bit because I see nothing but chaos right now. I can’t tell if she’d rather kill me or fuck me this second.

“Because you fuckin’ missed me.” I look down to give her a break from the intensity I know we have. God, the fuckin’ power she has on me being this close.

“You’re so sure of yourself.”

“I’m sure I missed you.” I step off my bike, purposely in her direction even though the true space between us can’t be measured in feet or inches. I want to be as close to her as I can.

“Are you even capable of that?” I reach for her throat and even though she backed up slightly, I had no problem connecting. With my hand firm around her neck, I pull her back to me. Our connection immediately igniting something in both of us because all of a sudden neither of us can break eye contact.

“Of course, I fuckin’ missed you.” My voice sounds deeper with the added emotional confession. Her eyes begin to tear up and she swallows hard against my palm. She glances at my lips and I know even though she would never admit it out loud, she’s daring me to kiss her. So, I do.

I use my grip on her throat to guide her closer even though she steps toward me willingly. Her lips are as soft as I remember. Her kiss is even better than before, maybe because I’ve been starved for it.

Needing her closer, I release my hold on her neck and lift her legs around my waist. Her irritation floats away quickly as she wraps her arms around my neck to deepen the kiss. We still fit perfectly wrapped in each other’s arms and my dick is already begging for her.

I slide my hands up her back, not needing to hold her up. She’s got that handled all by herself with her legs death gripping my waist. Four years has been forever but it seems we’re having no trouble picking up exactly where we left off. I’ve missed her the most, even though she’s the one reason I almost didn’t go and she’s the exact reason I should not have returned.

She becomes the aggressor in our kiss while I step us back against the truck and let her do her best. She’s writhing against me, creating a perfect friction and making me crazy. Her hands feel good in my hair. Every time she tugs on it at the back of my scalp, I feel a jolt go straight to my dick, as if I need any help in that area when she’s around.

“Fuck, baby. I want you.” I manage to grumble out the whisper as she moves to kissing my neck. Taking her bite as the invite, I move one hand to the button on my jeans. She slides her body down mine and begins to race me to her own button and zipper. It happens so fast, neither of us taking the time to cherish the other. Her shoes are gone, pants are off and mine are lowered to my ankles without a care in the world if anyone can see us.

I’m lifting her with the plans to fuck her regardless of my lack of protection when she says, “I have an IUD.” She reaches between us and guides herself onto my cock causing us both to sharply inhale. I’m frozen in place watching her as she stares at me. We couldn’t be any closer to each other, yet we’re worlds apart.

Her eyes begin to frantically search for something more letting me know reality is about to interrupt the moment, so I begin to move inside her. My rhythm is deliberately slow while I keep her focus on me. Her green eyes have always been calming to me and they’re no different right now.

“Now tell me you haven’t missed me.” She rolls her eyes and tosses her head back when I thrust deep inside her. She begins to grind against me, making each of my thrusts a little deeper but she never responds. She rides me like she’s sex-craved and depraved, so I take her to the edge of an orgasm before I stop moving. She continues to rotate her hips, chasing her release until I grip her hair to make her look at me. “Tell me you missed me too.”

“I haven’t even thought about you.” The defiance in her eyes shoots a jolt of electricity to my heart and the desire to prove to her just how much she’s missed me takes over. She no longer has the chance to be the aggressor in what we’re doing because I decide to fuck her until she can barely walk… but I’m going to do it without letting her come. Charli will admit that she fuckin’ missed me as much as I’ve missed her, or I’ll still be right here tomorrow proving the point.

Chapter Three

Charlise

Oh god, he feels so good. Of course, I’ve missed him so damn much I could barely exist at times, but I will never let him know the effect he has on me. I will never let him know that I have had multiple boyfriends since he left and none of them have compared to him, not even the guy I’m seeing now. They’ve all been place fillers for what I imagined it would be like with Zayne. I know, it’s pathetic. I have felt every fiber of that since he left.

His hair is longer in the back than it was before and the little bit of curl allows for a better grip when I run my fingers through it. His dick seems bigger, if that’s possible. Maybe it’s the difference of him being twenty-four now. Even his shoulders and arms are larger, so even though I’ve been dreaming to have Zayne in my arms again, this is much different than I remember.

“Now tell me you haven’t missed me.” Of course I’ve missed him. I was a pitiful, sad human being for almost three years thinking about the what ifs and hoping to one day see him again. He ruined me and it’s taken serious soul searching to find a portion of myself again. I can’t let him have the same power over my emotions again. I couldn’t survive it all again.

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