Chapter 35

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ZACH

" W hat about The House on the Haunted Hill ?" Luna suggests, still scrolling through movie selections.

I scrunch my face up. "Weak option." It's not bad, but I'm grumpy as fuck since our exchange at dinner. I like Kate, but like fuck do I want the woman I love moving to this city to be together and then not have her in my bed each night. But how do I tell her that? I only just told her I loved her, and she hasn't yet said it back. It's crazy because every girl I've ever dated has been full-on with me, but not Luna. I've fallen so hard for her, and I'll wait a lifetime, but damn, I hope she says it back soon.

Gathering her feet onto my lap, I start rubbing her soles. Moaning, she throws her head back. Even when pissed at the situation, my cock responds to her.

"Up a bit."

"You're such a brat, you know that?"

She laughs and grabs the remote, selecting the movie anyway. "I know you like this one. I can tell."

"Oh yeah?" I run a finger across her sole, and she squirms, pointing the remote viscously at me. "Yeah. You've been off all night. So, it's more your mood than the movie."

Goddamn her.

Taking the remote from her outstretched hand, I press pause and drop her feet. "Come here."

She rises to her knees and moves across the couch.

"Sit here."

Sitting across me, I readjust her so she's straddling me, and my dick strains against the zipper of my jeans.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, I look deep into her eyes, hoping to find answers. "If you move to Seattle, I'd want you here."

She pulls back. "As in, living with you?"

I nod. "Yes, Rocket. As in moving in with me."

Her face pales slightly, and my stomach twists at her reaction. "Don't you think that's a bit fast?"

"It happened for Jon and Felicity." I run my hands up and down her bare arms. "When you know, you know, right?"

She drops her head.

Panic rises in my gut. "You know, right? You haven't said it back yet, and I'm hanging in here." I blow out an uneasy breath. "But do you feel for me what I do for you?"

Lifting her head, she strokes her soft thumb underneath my still puffy and bruised eye. "I feel so much for you. But?—"

I want to hurl. "But, what?"

"I don't know how to say this." She shifts on my lap, and I'm about three seconds from puking. "But what if I make the move here and then in six months' time, I'm not enough?"

My voice is incredulous. " What? "

"I'm having a bit of a crisis, I guess. What if I leave everything I've ever known, and in six months you meet someone else? Someone more you're…" She gathers her hair up furiously and then lets it cascade down her back, her vanilla scent wafting over me. "More your type."

That cuts really fucking deep.

"I'm not that shallow," I choke out. "You're every kind of beautiful."

She drags her palms down her face. "I know. I know. It's just the media, the press, Amie, the women you normally go for. They've got in my head. What if I'm a rebou?—"

"No!" I shout, louder than I intend.

She pulls back from my raised voice and drops her head onto my chest. "I'm sorry."

I feel the dampness seep into my shirt as her shoulders tremble.

"Luna, what have I got to do to prove to you that I'm all in?" I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

"This is on me," she pushes out through sobs. "This is all on the media too."

"Luna, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Then believe me when I say there is no one else." I gather her up in my arms and walk her to my bedroom for the second night in a row. Pulling her sleep shorts down, I toss them on the floor, her cami following soon after. "Wait here."

Pulling open a drawer in my walk-in closet, I find what I'm looking for, and when I step back into the bedroom, she's perched on my bed in only her lacy underwear.

Damn she's fucking beautiful.

Holding the white jersey up in front of her, I speak as clearly as I can, desperate for the words to sink in. "I never want any other woman to wear my name again. Only you, Rocket. It's only ever been you." Walking across to her, she raises her arms in the air, and I slip it over her head. "I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my life."

A moment later, she's beneath me as I slip my hand under my jersey and push her thong to the side. Fisting my dick, I slowly begin to push inside, wiping any last dampness from her cheeks. I feel the way she squeezes around my cock and moans in pleasure as I slide all the way home. It's fucking bliss. "I came back to Florida, swearing off love for a lifetime. Everything had frozen over: my heart, my head, my fucking life. But you melted every part with your sunshine. I fucking love you, Luna Johnson."

Her eyes fill with tears once more as she brings my mouth to hers, kissing me as I move inside her. "I love you too, Zach Evans."

My heart thunders into my throat. "Goddamn, this feels awesome. My name on your back and those words on your lips."

"I'm going to come."

I smirk with satisfaction. "So soon, Rocket?"

"Yes. It's those fucking piercings."

"Should I get some more?"

"Yes," she cries.

"Is that to more piercings or the way you just soaked my cock?"

"Both."

Flipping us over, I'm now the one sitting on the edge of the bed, and she's straddling me. But this time, I want her to feel the full benefit of those bars. "Ride me reverse cowgirl baby. Let them rub on your clit."

She turns around and I steady her with my hands on her hips. "Oh my, oh my god. That's amazing." She throws her head forward as pleasure rocks through her body.Her response makes me throb harder.

"Fuck it, Luna. Fuck my cock."

She rides me hard, and I bite down on my bottom lip, fighting off the urge to blow straight inside her. "You like riding me in that jersey? Those bars teasing your clit?"

"Yes," she pants.

Between my piercings and cock, I know she's going to unravel any minute, and I know it's going to be powerful. "Let me know when you're going to come."

"Any. Minute. Now," she squeaks out.

I stand and walk us across to the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom. Spinning her back around so she's facing me, I slide back in and press her against the glass.

"People can see my ass!"

I laugh from where my face is buried between her sweet breasts. "It's not your ass I want them to see—it's my name. I want the world to know you're mine."

She moans loudly as I pound into her, her pussy strangling my cock.

"Ready, Rocket?"

"Yessss."

Keeping her in place against the window, I drop to my knees, taking her pussy into my mouth. "Come for me, baby. Squirt on my tongue. I want to taste it all."

LUNA

I wake alone in Zach's bed, but I can hear the faint mumble of voices from the kitchen.

Still dressed in only his jersey since he wouldn't let me take it off all night— not that I tried— I pad toward the sound.

"Oh, she's here now if you want to say hi."

I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Zach sitting at his kitchen counter. He's dressed in gym gear and looks like he just got home from an early morning skate since they have a game tonight. He's on the phone, and I can't miss that voice—Zach's mom, Rachel.

Zach smiles and waves me toward him, holding the camera away from view.

Furiously I gesture up and down my body and mouth in a frantic whisper, "I can't speak to her wearing this!"

Zach's shoulders vibrate with amusement as he mouths back, "They know already."

Cautiously and looking like I just got out of his bed, which I have, I make my way over. Honestly, I've known Zach's parents since I was a teenager, but I haven't spoken to them in years. And now, here I am in his apartment, dressed in his jersey, and about to reconnect with them. But I guess we aren't a secret since I've been photographed with him on multiple occasions.

Rachel comes into view, her smile and twinkling blue eyes taking me in. "Luna, it's so good to see you." Her voice is soft and warm.

"Hey, Rachel," I reply shyly as Zach hauls me onto his lap, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other holding his phone outstretched so we're both in shot.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend. You remember Luna, right?" He kisses me on the cheek.

"Of course I do, honey! Luna, you are so beautiful. I could never forget those eyes."

Two minutes in his mom's presence reminds me of all the reasons why my boyfriend has the soul he does. Caring and beautiful.

"Thank you," I part mumble, still nervous as hell. "I guess you already knew we were involved from all the images and press."

She nods her head, still smiling. "I've been trying to get information from Zach for months, but finally, I wore him down!"

She's giddy as hell, but I kind of feel bad. All those months we were apart, and I was in my head, he had to deal with questions from his mom, wanting to know what was happening. I made that time about me and my needs, and I feel selfish for it.

"Will you be moving to Seattle?" she asks, and I feel my heart plummet further.

"We're working through the options," Zach replies. "Luna has her career there and her mom, so it's tricky, but we don't want to do a long-distance relationship if we can help it." His hand squeezes around my waist. "Although, I'll do whatever it takes to be with her. There's always the option of a trade for me, or at least speaking to my agent."

Rachel looks between us, empathy and understanding on her face. "I know you two can work it out." Focusing her attention solely on me then, she smiles once more. "I can see how happy you make my son; I know you can both work everything out."

Zach asks his mom about the library and his dad who's out working a job, but I find myself zoning out. It's true what he just said. My mom is in Florida, but as more time passes, I feel like my real family is here, in Seattle.