Page 64 of Shame Me
And I felt it was imminent.
We were both so quiet, and yet the sound of our breathing filled my ears. He mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out but I thought he might have said he missed me. I told him, “It’s okay, Zack. Just let go.” But I was the one to get there first as a wave of euphoria lit up my brain—and then he groaned as he joined me.
Although my body was still in that peak of bliss, I didn’t want to forget what I was here for. Zack’s head rested on the pillow underneath me, holding me as he remained inside me, clinging to me as if for life. But then he rolled off and lay on his side. Turning to face him, I brushed the hair off his cheek. Then, without a word, he pulled me close and held me.
This was new…different. This wasn’t like before but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what made it unlike the last time. And, as he fell asleep, I realized…he had let me in. For probably the first time ever, he hadn’t pushed me away.
I moved around a bit, wanting to see his face before I gave in to sleep. He muttered, “Please…don’t leave.”
A pack of wild dogs couldn’t have chased me off. I whispered, “I’m here.” And, as he fell asleep again, I thought I could tell that his face, for the first time in a long time, looked peaceful.
The next morning,I couldn’t help the way I felt. Love coursed through my veins, but I reminded myself that it was just an illusion. I had to remind myself that last night had been for Zack,notme, no matter what making love had done to my heart. It was light inside the room because of the sun shining in around the corners of the drapes, but Zack had gotten up to pee in the middle of the night, turning off the light before returning to bed.
And he’d pulled me close again.
I knew that was why I was feeling far more emotional this morning than I should have.
Tonight was a show night and I suspected some of the crew would be doing a little more sightseeing before our soundcheck later in the afternoon. But I had no idea what time it was right now. That it was light told me it had to be midmorning. When I rolled over to peek at the alarm clock, I confirmed that suspicion: it was after ten o’clock.
As I heard some noise in the hallway, maybe the roadies returning after breakfast, I was glad our cooler full of food was with Cy and Braden. Otherwise, they would have had to knock on the door for breakfast. But then it dawned on me that we had to check out of the room by eleven, and here we were snoozing away.
But I hated having to wake Zack.
I decided to pick up the room first and then I’d shower before getting Zack up—but as I started to slide out of the bed, Zack reached for me, pulling me close again.
What was going on?
My back was to him, his nose buried in my hair. “Zack, we have to check out by eleven.”
“Or what?”
“Or they’ll probably charge us.”
He was quiet for a bit, making me wonder if he’d fallen back asleep. “How much time do we have?”
I glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes.”
“Then we have time.” He started nuzzling my neck, lightly kissing the skin, and my pussy responded immediately, tingling, growing wet, ready to feel him again. And I wasn’t about to tell him no.
The moan escaping my mouth was involuntary as he entered me from behind. Then he slid a hand from around my bellyto between my legs, his finger finding my throbbing clit. I was nearly panting as he brought me to climax quickly and he followed shortly after. We were still breathing hard when a pounding fist on the door startled me.
“Up and at ‘em, you two. Check out’s in fifteen minutes.”
Zack chuckled against my neck and I started laughing. “Hold your horses, Mick,” Zack shouted. Then he whispered, “You think we have time to shower?”
“If we hurry.”
But we didn’t. We lay there for several minutes until Zack said the words that made me cry. “I think I’m ready.”
“Okay. We need to hurry.”
“No. I mean…I’m finally ready to try…us.” As his words sunk in, he added, “I love you, Dani.”
It wasn’t until later that day that I convinced myself I wasn’t dreaming.
It was almost surreal,but Zack and I actually became a couple during the last ten days of the tour. Cy graciously traded rooms with me for the remainder of our time on the road—but Braden grew sullen, as if I’d stolen his best friend away from him. I figured he’d get over it, because we were all in this together—and Zack was trying.
Near the end of the tour, we were all tired—and, even though I was probably the happiest I’d ever been, I was still worried about the numbers. How much would we owe the studio after all this? Had the tour helped with album sales? When would we find out?
