Page 43 of Fear the Fall
“I don’t know. But I’m grateful,” I lie, to steer us in another path.
“Me too,” he says, rolling on top of me, effectively ending all conversation.
His lips press against mine, begging entry, and I willingly open to him. Our tongues caress, and a moan escapes my mouth. Zeke’s large hands grab my hips, switching our positions. I giggle at the sudden change-up, but stop short when I look down into lust-filled eyes that belong to someone other than Zeke.
Luke.
I gasp, scrambling back.
“Tori, what’s wrong?”
Zeke’s voice.
My head snaps up, and this time, it’s Zeke staring back at me in equal parts confusion and concern.
“I... uh. I thought—” My head shakes back and forth as I try to formulate words and calm my racing heart. “I thought I saw something. A spider.” I tack the last part on to try to explain my reaction.
Zeke frowns, likely seeing through my lie, but he doesn’t call me on it. Instead, he pats the bed beside him, motioning for me to come back and lie down. I crawl up the bed and snuggle under the covers, head tipped to the ceiling.
Why did I see Luke in that moment? Why has he been on my mind at all? The frequency is increasing, and with all the shit happening around us, a coincidence seems doubtful. Falling for him brought me to Earth to face all this shit.
“Tori, look at me,” Zeke commands. My head turns wearily in his direction, but I don’t say anything. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll get through it. You don’t have to shoulder the burdens alone. We’re all in this.”
I sigh heavily. “I don’t know if we’ll be enough, Zeke. What’s coming... it’s bigger than us. I can feel it.”
He pulls me in to his side, resting his head against mine. “God won’t allow it. He’ll intervene.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that the casualties will be great, Zeke. You know it.”
“I do, but let’s not focus on that tonight. I want you in my arms.”
“I’m in your arms.” I chuckle, despite the major shift in subject matter. No matter how necessary of a conversation the upcoming battle is, tonight, it can wait.
“Then maybe I want you under my body instead.”
“Now that, I can get on board with.”
He shifts so he’s back on top, kissing the base of my neck.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Keep doing that.”
He doesn’t obey, instead moving down my body, lifting my shirt to continue placing kisses across my stomach. I squirm under his touch, but don’t dare move.
“Sit up,” he commands, and I do.
He removes my shirt and bra in one move, leaving my chest bare and at his disposal. His mouth wraps around one nipple, nipping and sucking. It feels so good. Good enough to distract my mind from wandering to places I don’t want to go.
After the night we had, I plan to get lost in the comfort that only Zeke can offer. No more thoughts of Luke and demons. Right now, in Zeke’s arms, I’m going to bask in the pleasure he’s providing.