Page 50 of Ride with Zane
He places his hand on my thigh, and draws small circles. “What are you doing?” I breathe when he moves further. Rock slowly lifts my dress and caresses my lace thong. I bite my bottom lip as he stops at a red light. He smirks while looking at me, enjoying how he can throw out of the window that pinch of willpower I've gathered. He moves the thong, and brushes his fingers along my slit, making me roll my eyes backward.Please don’t stop.
“So soaked for me, Princess.” He chuckles and plugs two fingers in me.
“Oh fuck…” I pant as he moves his hand further up. I can’t help but spread my legs and move my hips toward his fingers but he takes them out leaving me wanting.
He brings them to his mouth and sucks off my juices. “You taste so fucking good, naughty one.” He drives up to the gate that opens right away.
“Playing with fire is dangerous.” I whisper as he drives down the streets and parks the car in the Clubhouse’s garage.
“As long as you burn with me, Princess.”
He picks up some of my bags and we go upstairs to our room. Before passing the threshold, Rock scoops me up in his arms, taking hold of my mouth. The kiss, though, lasts for a brief while since he puts me down, and then takes the suitcases in.
Our room is amazing as is the king-size bed. I feel my cheeks burn only imagining sharing the bed with him every night. Rock goes down and I open the wardrobe and the first two suitcases. I knew packing them carefully wouldn't have been a waste of time. I take off my sandals, feeling the carpet under my feet and I start to store my clothes.
“This is the last one,” he places it on a chair. “Where are your suitcases?”
I shrug while circling his waist. “Unpacked.”
Rock kisses the top of my head. “Welcome to our second home baby,”
My heart beats wildly. Our home. Second home. “I didn't know we had a first one.”
“This is like the b&b you share with friends and family while our home is down the street.”
I look up into his eyes and it’s damn hard to push the tears back. My brain can’t focus on my emotions and his touch on my neck.
“Make yourself home, Princess, and strip out your dress.”
A playful smile appears on my face. “You want to see me naked.”
“Most definitely, Princess.”
“Are you tired?”
“Nope, and you?” He asks and I pull him to the bed. To hell with my game. He won.
The ringing phone wakes us up. I try to silence it but it keeps ringing, eventually falling on the floor. I reach down when I see Dad’s name on the screen, I rush to pick it up. “Hey, Dad.”
“Good morning cupcake, where are you?”
“I'm on my way, Dad. I may be a little late though.” I jump out of the bed, almost tripping facedown on the carpet. The fuck? Seeing the sheets on the floor makes me sigh.
“No worries, sleepyhead. See you later.” He says, amused, before ending the call.
“Is everything okay?” Rock asks, watching me.
“It's Sunday.” I rush to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth I place a kiss on his lips. “Good morning, Rock.”
“Mmm, good morning, Princess. Why are you in a hurry?”
“Sundays are a special day where Dad and I spend it together.” I take out a T-shirt and put it on. It feels a little loose and Rock starts laughing when I realize it's one of his.
“I love it on you.” He sits on the bed. I sniff his cologne before taking it off.
“When Mom passed away, we picked Sunday as our family day. No work or distraction but just quality time.”
“That’s lovely.”