Chapter 43

Chapter Forty-Three

Maddy

" S o, how did you leave things with her?" Zak asked, playing with my fingers across the table.

"Dad ordered them pizza, but I reckon she's still mad at me."

"You did the right thing," Emma offered, leaning into my side. "She couldn't have carried on like that."

"Em's right, babe. You did exactly the right thing." Zak leaned across the table and pecked me on the lips. "You're a good friend."

When I sighed heavily, Liam rolled his eyes. "Seriously, if she's got a mood on about it, just leave her to it. Did you order chips as well, Em?"

Emma groaned. "Yes, I did and yes you can have them."

As I watched them making eyes at each other across the table, I couldn't help but giggle. Since their little session at Emma's house, they seemed to have gone back to being flirtatious friends. That seemed stupid to me. It was clear that they liked each other, and he'd had his hands in her knickers, so why waste time? I knew I didn't want to waste any with Zak. Who knew how far apart we'd be in a year's time. Or even if we'd be together.

"Is your dad eating with us?" Zak asked, glancing over at the bar where Dad was talking to Sam, Liam's dad, who'd brought the boys to the bar.

"He said he was." I frowned and followed Zak's gaze, concerned that Dad would think he wasn't welcome.

"You know we haven't got any parties lined up for the next month." Emma said, drawing my attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," Zak said, bouncing in his seat. "We've had an invite to a party on the sixth."

"Who do you know that we don't," Liam asked with a laugh.

Zak rolled his eyes. "A few people." He grinned. "I do speak to more people than you lot."

"And where is this party?"

"London, Liam, good old London." He looked at each of us in turn, his gaze stopping on me. "Did you ask your dad?"

"I did and he said he'd think about it, but I forgot to remind him." I felt awful because I knew that he was excited about going. "It's just everything going on with Ana…"

"It's fine, honestly. Can you ask him tonight?" he asked eagerly.

"I'll definitely ask him tonight," I promised. "I'm sure he'll say it's fine."

"If he knows Zak is taking care of you, he'll say yes," Liam winked.

My cheeks flamed, and I felt Zak's knee nudge mine under the table, when I looked at him, he was grinning. Like we had a secret. I mean we kind of did because we'd sneaked out of school at lunch the day before and gone back to his house. His empty house. For sex. Thankfully our first period in the afternoon was a study one and no one noticed us sneaking in half an hour late. Thinking about it and watching him, just made me want him there and then. I might have been new to sex, but having a taste with Zak, had made me insatiable. Who wouldn't be with a boyfriend like him, though. There were a whole host of feelings that I had about him whirring around my body. Some were new, like how my heart felt like it might burst at times and my constant need to be near him, those I could cope with. Those I enjoyed. The incessant desire to have sex with him, though, was distracting. Hence why we'd sneaked home for ‘lunch', and why at that very moment, I was considering how much time we might have.

I glanced over at Dad who was laughing loudly at something with Sam. The burgers had only been on order for about ten minutes, so maybe we had a little time.

I pushed up from my chair and grabbed Zak's hand. "Did you say you wanted a smoke? I'll come with you."

"No, I?—"

"Yes, Zak." I widened my eyes and stared at him, trying to tell him telepathically what I wanted—needed.

Suddenly he understand. "Fuck. Yeah, yeah, I need a cigarette. Be back soon."

Emma grinned, but Liam just picked at a scab on his elbow as Zak's hand curled around mine and he pulled me past the bar.

"Zak's just going out for a smoke," I yelled towards Dad as he watched us.

"Don't be long. Burgers will be ten minutes." He narrowed his eyes directly on Zak in warning.

"It's a quick smoke, Dad," I scoffed, hoping he heard, ‘ how much trouble can we get into in ten minutes, William? ' instead.

He didn't say anything else, but I felt his stare boring into the back of my head all the way to the door. Once we got outside, Zak wasted no time in dragging me around the corner to the entrance of an old storeroom where deliveries were made to the pet shop. Since Dad had opened the building up into one big space and added the kitchen on the back, the door had been blocked up, but the porch was still there.

Once we were inside, our hands were all over each other, grabbing at jackets and pushing up jumpers and t-shirts, our breaths fogging in the cold night air, not that I felt the cold, not one bit, not with Zak's hands heating my skin.

He pushed his hips forward, and I could feel his bulge in exactly the right place. The one that gave me some relief. I was desperate for more but couldn't risk Dad coming out and finding us. That didn't mean we couldn't get each other off in other ways, quicker ways. Moving my hand to the zip of his jeans, I yanked it down loving the groan that he gave. When I moved my hand inside his boxers, he whispered, "Fuck," in my ear, which only excited me even more.

As I took him in my hand, pumping slowly, it was Zak's turn to undo my jeans. As soon as he ran his fingers over my knickers, I felt the threads of an orgasm already knotting together into a long rope, wrapping itself around my body. The waves of pleasure started to build with each flick of Zak's finger, and when he pushed them inside me, I reached up onto my tiptoes, urging him for more. As I begged him with the thrust of my hips, I moved my hand quicker up and down his shaft as we both raced to finish. We were both aware of the jeopardy, but the addiction to the excitement overshadowed it.

"Shit, Mads," Zak said on a gasp as I did a corkscrew motion with my hand and then rubbed my thumb over the tip. Praise be for sexy romance books.

"Zak, I think I'm going to c?—"

I didn't even have time to finish the word because I came without warning. Too engrossed in my own orgasm, I was barely concentrating on Zak, but when his hips moved, he regained my attention. Clearly I hadn't abandoned him for too long because, with his mouth at my ear, Zak came with just two more pumps.

"Oh shit," he moaned. "Maddy."

Burying my face against his chest, I started to giggle, high on the orgasm I'd just had. Not to mention the exhilaration at the risk we were taking. If my dad decided to come looking for us, he'd have no doubts about what we'd been doing. Zak's stomach was sticky with cum for a start.

"I don't have any tissue," I told him.

He shrugged and pulled his t-shirt down and used it to clean up.

"Zak!"

"You said you didn't have a tissue. I'll just tuck it in. No one will know."

"My dad has a strong sense of smell," I informed him, and Zak burst out laughing, wrapping me in his jacket and kissing the top of my head.

"We should go inside," I told him after a few blissful seconds. "The burgers will be ready soon."

"Yeah, I guess so." He breathed me in. "Just a couple more minutes."

It was warm inside his jacket, and I felt safe in his arms, and I could have stayed there for a lot longer than a couple of minutes. I didn't want my dad to find us, though, and besides I was hungry.

I patted Zak's bum. "Come on Studley McMuffin, let's go."

He chuckled. "Studley McMuffin. What sort of nickname is that?"

I shrugged. "It just came into my head. Don't you like it?"

"Love it." He then slapped my bum. "I'm starving, so yeah, let's go."

When we walked back into the bar, hand in hand. Dad winked at me. "Burgers are just coming out, sweetheart." He then raised an eyebrow at Zak. "And you should think about packing those cigarettes in. They're not good for you."

Zak nodded. "Noted, Mr N."

"Will," Dad deadpanned. "Now go and sit down, food will be there in five."

Smiling conspiratorially, and without discussion, we both went to the bathroom to clean up then, a few minutes later when the burgers arrived at the same time as Dad, my happiness doubled.