Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

I should wake her up. Let her know I'm here. Instead, I'm watching my girlfriend sleep. Like a fucking creeper. I've been hanging out with Dom too fucking much. Clearly, his stalkerish ways are rubbing off on me.

My girlfriend.

I'm fairly new to the whole girlfriend thing, but I'm pretty sure if you're dating someone and you've been away for a month, you'd tell them you were coming home, right? Well, apparently, my girlfriend didn't feel the need to let me know she was home. So here I am, watching her sleep.

I considered climbing into the bed with her. But I didn't want to scare her. That's the only reason my ass is staying firmly planted in this chair. I've been waiting weeks to see her again. It was harder than I thought it would be. I was close to flying over to New York, just to see her. That was before my brother got pinched. And now I'm picking up the fucking pieces, working my ass off to help Gio run the businesses. It's kept me busy, kept my mind preoccupied. So much so that I had to find out from an alert on my phone that someone had entered Zoe's apartment.

I might have put some cameras in here while she was gone, so when the motion detectors went off, the first thing I did was log in. The second thing I did was a double-take when I saw who set them off. If I wasn't knee-deep in some fucker's guts, I would have been here an hour ago. And I mean literally knee-deep . Gio had me gut some motherfucker like a fish. He was a manager at one of our strip clubs. The stupid son of a bitch thought we wouldn't notice him stealing from us.

I wonder why she didn't feel the need to tell me she was coming home. I would have picked her up from the airport. I could have given her some welcome home orgasms on the way back to her apartment.

My dick hardens at the thought of sinking inside her again. A month of only my hand has been damn near torture. And I know torture. Trust me. I don't know how people go so fucking long without sex. I don't plan to ever do it again. Wherever Zoe and her vagina go, I'm going with them.

I need to wake her up. But she looks so damn peaceful. I wonder how she slept in New York. Did she have nightmares?

When she turns over, I get a better view of her face. Her beauty is unlike anything I've seen before. I push up from the chair and walk closer. I can't wait any longer to touch her.

I kneel down next to the edge of the bed as my fingers trail through her hair, pushing the loose strands away from her face. "Zoe, babe, wake up."

She swats an arm out and pulls the blanket up to her chin. "No," she groans. "Go away."

I press my lips to her forehead. "Zoe, wake up," I repeat before leaning on my haunches.

Her eyes snap open, and she stares at me. "Marcel?"

"In the flesh, babe."

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

"I think the better question here is why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"I was going to…"

"Yeah? When?" My tone is firmer. I can hear it. But, fuck, I'm little annoyed she didn't fucking tell me. And, honestly, a lot fucking pissed off.

"When I woke up," she snaps back at me, and then her mouth falls open as she scoots back across the bed. As far away from me as she can get. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to… I'm sorry."

"Zoe, if you want to yell at me, yell at me. I can handle it. If you want to chew my ass out for whatever reason, do it. I don't care. I will take you any way you come. Don't think I'm going to break just because you get a little feisty. I'm not that person."

She should know this about me already. But then, I have to remind myself that it's not her fault. The shit she went through messes with her head. As it would with anyone's.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Zoe, stop apologising. You haven't done anything wrong." I fucking hate seeing the fear on her face. I hate that she has to second-guess her actions or her words. I want the completely unfiltered version of her. I don't want the person she thinks she has to be.

"I should have told you I was coming home. I don't know why I didn't," she admits.

"Did you not want to see me?" I'm eighty percent sure that she does want to see me, but there's that twenty percent that has me holding my breath, waiting for her answer.

"I did. So much."

I push to my feet and climb in next to her. "I missed you so fucking much," I tell her. My hand wraps around the back of her head and I slam my lips down on hers. Then I kiss her like a man starved. I am one after all. I've gone a month without feeling these lips. Pulling back from the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers. "I fucking missed you so damn much, Zoe. I've been jerking off to the memory of you so much I think I've given myself carpal tunnel."

"Really? Well, I'm back now. What are you going to do with me?"

When I peer up again, I find Zoe smiling wide with lust in her eyes. Her cheeks are rosy and her nipples are hard through the thin material of her shirt. "You want me to show you just how much I missed this body of yours? How much I've been dreaming of sinking into your tight little cunt?"

Zoe lets out a moan, nodding as she says, "Show me."

"Fucking gladly," I grunt, pulling my shirt over my head from behind my back. "Tell me, babe, how much did you touch your pussy thinking of me while you were gone?"

Zoe's face turns bright red and she shakes her head.

"Don't lie to me, Zoe."

"Fine, I might have touched myself once or twice," she admits in a weak voice.

"Just once or twice?"

"Maybe more." Her eyes rake up and down my now naked torso.

Standing up, I undo my belt, then the button and fly of my jeans. I reach into my back pocket, pull out a condom, and place it on the bed. I then proceed to drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

Zoe licks her lips, her eyes drinking me in. "So much better in person," she mumbles.

"Zoe, are you objectifying me?" I laugh before climbing onto the bed.

"I am. But that body was made to be objectified," she says, placing her hands on my chest. "Change of plans… I'm going to show you just how much I missed you." She pushes until I fall backwards on my back.

My breath hitches when she tugs her shirt over her head. She's not wearing a damn thing under it. "Fuck me," I hiss out.

"I plan on it." Zoe smirks, straddling me while her pussy rubs against my cock.

"Oh, fuck." My hands land on her hips, then inch upwards until I reach her breasts. Pinching her nipples between my fingers. Zoe tips her head backwards. Her pelvis grinds down harder, her pussy weeping all over my cock.

"Oh god!" she yells out, her hands resting on my pecs as she lifts her hips slightly. I line my cock up with her entrance and she sinks herself down.

"Fuck, Zoe. Fuck," I hiss out. I know it's been a while, but I don't remember it ever feeling this fucking good. Then realisation hits me. The condom… I'm not fucking wearing it. "Shit, babe, stop." My hand grabs at her hips, lifting her off me.

"What's wrong?" Zoe looks down, concern marring her features.

"Condom," I grit out between clenched teeth while nodding my head toward where the foil packet is still sitting next to us on the bed. "We need a condom."