Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ZACH

L una stands in my kitchen stirring a pan of pasta sauce, shaking her hips to the beat of Taylor Swift's "Cruel Summer."

Goddamn, even with my swollen left eye, I can make out the way her perfect ass sways beneath the long pink T-shirt and leggings she's wearing.

"Food's nearly ready. How's your head?" She begins spooning the arrabbiata sauce over the homemade ravioli she got straight to preparing when we got back from the game.

I come to sit at the counter. "I'm good."

Walking the bowls and tossed salad over, she eyes my face carefully. "It looks so painful." She sets our food down and winces, bringing her hand to the corner of my eye and stroking the puffiness with her finger. "I think it needs more ice."

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her into me. "Will you ever stop worrying about me?"

She shakes her head and grabs a cherry tomato, popping it into her mouth. "Nope. But I do want to know what happened out there. One minute you were dodging his punches, the next you were almost out cold."

"I hesitated. Adrenaline took me over there, ready to lay him out for injuring Jessie. Next thing I know, I'm running through all the worst-case scenarios."

She inspects the bruising on my left cheekbone. "The psych isn't helping?"

I shrug. "I guess it's not an overnight thing."

She comes to sit next to me. "Give yourself some grace. You've been through a lot."

"I'm not sure Coach sees it that way."

"Yeah, well, he didn't get attacked last season. Because that's what it was. If you were attacked like that on the street, people would have a different opinion." She picks up a piece of ravioli. "Tell him to come speak with me."

I drop my fork and laugh. "There's my Rocket Girl."

"Don't mess with the best."

"This ravioli is fucking delicious, Luna." I nudge my shoulder against her, flirting like hell.

She nods. "It is, isn't it."

My smile grows wider; she's like sunshine on a cloudy day. "I missed you. You know that?"

Swallowing her mouthful, her huge brown eyes meet mine. "I missed you too. I'm sorry I didn't message or call much."

"I won't lie—it sucked, big time." And it really did. I need to ask; I can't hold off much longer. "Where's your head now?"

She purses her lips together and picks up her water glass, taking a sip. "Has anything changed for you? In the way you feel about me?"

A surge of electricity passes through me as I turn her stool to face me. I rest my palms on her outer thighs and bring my face closer to hers. I can feel the warmth of her breath across my face and the smell of her scent as I get lost in the beautiful pattern of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

"Yes," I say, holding eye contact with her intently.

She swallows. "Oh, well, I guess that's not surprising. I—" She stops talking and looks down at her pink socks.

Bringing my index finger under her chin, I know my face wears a shit eating grin from ear to ear as I return her eyes to mine. "I'm even crazier about you than I was before."

I see the relief wash over her as her body visibly relaxes, and damn if that reaction doesn't make me happy. "Me too."

My hands wrap around her thighs as I haul her into my arms and stand. She wraps her legs around my waist, but I don't kiss her. I simply brush my nose against hers softly. "Are we going to try and make this work, Rocket?" My heart hammers against my ribs. "Let's just try and make this work, in whatever way we can. Because I don't think there's another second I can take without calling you mine."

Bringing her hands around the nape of my neck, she runs her dainty fingers through my hair. "I'm scared. I still don't know how it will look. Long distance or me living in Seattle. I just don't know."

Still holding her in my arms, I drop my forehead to hers. "Let me tell you what I do know. The way you're underneath every inch of my skin. The way you're buried deep in my bones. The way I only feel like I smile when you're with me. I want anything that looks like you in my life. I'll take any alternative to what I've been through these past three months. I'm in deep Luna; I know I am. In my head and heart, there is no other reality than one that involves you and me being together." On a deep breath, I pull back and ask the question I've been repeating in my dreams. "Let me call you my girlfriend? Because I'm not going anywhere, baby."

She blows out a breath, fanning my face. "If I say yes, then what happens next?"

"After these next few days? We'll work it out. I promise. But for the next seventy-two hours? I'm going to make you come in every way possible."

I swear I feel heat pool through her leggings as her thighs clench around my already rock-hard dick. "I want to be with you."

LUNA

Zach walks us over to the couch and lays me down.

In one swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, eyes ablaze with heat. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, and I ache at seeing the deep v protruding from his waistband.

I can see the outline of his hard cock as he crawls over my body, bracketing me in with his arms. His lips move across my nose and cheeks, placing soft kisses at specific points.

"What are you doing?" I ask on a giggle.

He smiles down at me. "Appreciating my favorite constellation."

I melt. Right in this spot.

"What do you want, Rocket?"

Reaching down, I poke my hand beneath the waistband of his pants. "I want to relive the summer."

His mouth slants across mine, and as his tongue massages into me, I know he's smiling, mimicking the way I feel inside. "I'll give you every spring, summer, fall, and winter."

His hands fall to the tops of my leggings as he begins working them down my legs.

Pulling his lip between his teeth, he takes in my pink lacy thong. "I can smell your sweet scent."

He continues to roll them down my legs and then moves to my shirt. I sit up and hold my hands above my head until all I'm left in is my underwear. Every part of my body tingles, from the tips of my fingers down to my toes. I pulse with need for him.

He's on his knees between my legs, and I'm sitting up. We're mere inches apart, my face at the same height as his waistband.

"Do you want me, baby?" He groans as I lower his boxers.

It's been months since I touched him, but as soon as I see his long hard cock, I remember the way those piercings felt inside me, and the throb between my legs intensifies. The tip leaks precum, and in an instant, I reach down and swipe my tongue across it.

He throws his head back and groans, one hand falling to the top of my head, the other around the nape of my neck. "Are you going to suck my dick, Rocket? Are you hungry?"

Zach's normally turquoise irises are more of a midnight blue as I look up at him and nod slowly, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip. "It tastes so good."

I take him all the way, fighting back the urge to gag because I want him as far down my throat as I can. With my fist at the base of his impossibly long and hard shaft, I pump him in slow, torturous strokes.

He never loses grip on me, working his hips with my motions. "I love fucking your mouth, but don't you dare make me come. The only place I'm unloading is in your sweet cunt. But oh my god, oh my god, that's so good."

Relaxing my jaw, I take him even further, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him. Releasing him with a pop, I can't hide the devilish grin that spreads across my face. "What if I want you down my throat? What if I want to taste you?"

Something dark passes over his features. I knew he was holding back with me. I've heard his dirty mouth, but I knew Zach Evans was a bad boy in bed, and now that he's my boyfriend, I need to find out just how bad.

"If you're going to taste me, then it'll be while I taste you too. I'll fuck your throat until you're lost for words, and then I'll make love to you all goddamn night. Do not expect any sleep, Luna."

My breath catches in my throat as he hauls me up and over his shoulder. My ass in the air, he spanks me as he marches us to his bedroom. "You're a naughty girl; you've been handing out backtalk for months, and naughty girls get spanked."

He tosses me on the soft, white linen bed. "I love the way you throw me around."

His sweatpants and boxers pool at his ankles as he frees himself completely, and then kneels on the edge of the bed, pumping his cock and staring me down. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I say, admiring the view.

"Show me that pretty pussy I've been pining for." He juts his chin toward me.

I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my thong.

"No. Not like that. Pull them to one side and show me how wet I made you. Show me how soaked you are."

I spread my legs and pull them to one side, showing him all of me. I know I've soaked my panties through. They've been like this all day.

Zach continues fisting his cock with hooded eyes. "Can you make yourself squirt?"

I shake my head. "Only you've managed that."

He smirks wickedly. "Maybe I can teach you how to do it someday. So, when we're apart, I know my girl is getting off just as I'd make her."

My legs begin to tremble. I'm going to come right now, just from his words.

He notices and walks on his knees across the bed, dropping onto his back. "Take them off then sit on my face, and I'll make you go off like the rocket you are."

I've never done this before, so tentatively I lower myself over his mouth.

Sinking his fingers into my soft flesh, he pulls me closer until I'm convinced he can't breathe. "You're so fucking sweet," he rasps, as the vibrations make me cry out. "Ride my face, dirty girl."

Resting my hands on his thighs, I ride his mouth as he pierces me with his tongue. He swipes me from front to back, and when he sucks my pussy into his mouth and groans, I can't help the way I scream from the sensation. I know I'm gushing all over him, soaking him through. But by the way he pulls me down harder onto him, I can tell he sees it as a challenge, to see how many times he can make me come like this.

Through my hazy vision, I focus on his dick. Leaning down, being sure to keep my pussy exactly where he wants it, I take him back into my mouth and suck, twisting my hand around his hard length. After a few strokes, I release him, and then I focus my attention on those beautiful piercings, teasing the bars with my tongue.

Zach's hips fly off the bed. Pushing my ass up slightly he smacks it, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Greedy girl, you want those too, do you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Then let me put them in your pussy."

In a split second, I'm underneath him as he hovers over me. The dark look in his eyes is still there, but now it's softer as he positions himself at my entrance, pressing in slightly. "You're still on birth control?"

"Yes."

Kissing across my nose in the way he always does, he starts to enter me slowly and without a condom. I gasp at the skin on skin sensation I've been craving with him.

He looks me dead in the eyes as he strokes my hair softly. "One day, I hope I won't need to ask you that question."

"What do y-you mean?" I think I know exactly what he means, but I want to hear the words.

"One day, I'll give you my baby. If that's what you want."

Butterflies overtake me as my entire body flutters. Why do I want that day to be soon?

"Yes, one day. I want a family."

Taking his free hand in mine, he interlaces our fingers above my head, his other guiding himself in, stretching me to my absolute limit."With me?"

"With you."

On hearing my response, he smiles against my mouth as he kisses me gently. "Do you feel that, Luna? How much I've missed you? How much our bodies have missed each other?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"My dick has missed this pussy so hard. But my heart has been in fucking shreds."

I continue to stare into his glossy eyes, shining with unshed tears. "It's been screaming for yours because it's in love with you, Luna. I'm in love with you."

Fully seated, he begins moving slowly inside me, hooking my right leg up and over his shoulder to deepen the angle. "I never saw you coming, but you've blown my world apart in all the best ways." He kisses across my jawline, and my heart thumps clean through my chest. "I've never made love like this, and now I know why."

"Why?"

"Because I've never been in love before now."