Part 21 (1/2)

Jill cups my face in her hands. ”Is this what had you so upset?”

”I can't have her make Seth's life any more difficult than she already has.”

”She can't. She gave up custody. Right?”

”Yeah, I have full custody. She didn't even ask for visitation. In the court's eyes, she abandoned him.”

Jill's nodding and pushes her fingers into my hair. ”You have all the power here, babe.”

I nod and rest my forehead on Jill's, drawing strength from her. Jesus, she's so f.u.c.king strong.

”Now, about the rest of it. Why in the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l would you think I'd want to move back to LA?”

”You deserve nice things, Jill. You deserve-”

”I deserve you. And Seth. And even that silly dog of yours. I don't want LA. I left there for a reason, Zack.”

I sigh, knowing I've f.u.c.ked up. ”It was a motherf.u.c.ker of a day, sugar. Between the lack of sleep last night, that call, the fireworks, seeing you in Max's arms . . .”

Jill throws her head back and laughs. ”In Max's arms? He hugged me, Zack. That happens sometimes.”

”He had his hands on you.”

”That happens when a person hugs you.”

”I didn't like it,” I growl.

I turn with Jill in my arms, cross to the bed, and crawl onto it with her still clinging to me. I kneel between her legs and tug her expensive shoes off her feet, and toss them on the side of the bed as she pulls her s.h.i.+rt over her head.

”I think I should remind you who you belong to, sugar.”

”Is that so?” She c.o.c.ks a brow and pulls at the hem of my s.h.i.+rt until I tug it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands glide over my stomach and to the b.u.t.ton on my jeans.

I peel her s.e.xy jeans down her legs and take in the sight of her lying on the bed in a s.e.xy lacy bra and matching panties, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

”Holy f.u.c.k, Jill.”

”Back at you, soldier.” Her eyes are taking in my torso, my shoulders. ”Take your pants off.”

”Not yet,” I reply and cover her s.e.x with my hand. She hisses in a breath and stares up at me with wide eyes as I yank her panties down her hips and legs, toss them aside, spread her legs, and look my fill. ”Do you know how gorgeous your p.u.s.s.y is, sugar?” I scoot down to my belly, shoulder between her thighs, and run one finger through her already wet folds. ”G.o.d, it's so beautiful. Pink. Puffy.” I raise her c.l.i.toral hood with my thumb and blow on her c.l.i.t and grin wickedly when it swells. ”So f.u.c.king responsive.”

”Zack,” she whimpers.

”That's right, Jilly. Mine.” I lean in and lick her, from her opening to her c.l.i.t and back down again. ”This is mine.”

I push two fingers inside her and press my tongue to her c.l.i.t, barely moving it back and forth to give her just a tiny bit of friction. Her hips buck and she grips my hair in her strong hands.

”Oh my G.o.d!”

”Whose p.u.s.s.y is this, Jilly?” My fingertips brush over that rough sweet spot and I feel her tighten around me like a fist. My c.o.c.k twitches in antic.i.p.ation, throbbing with want for her. ”Tell me, baby.”

”Yours,” she whispers and moves her hips, trying desperately to make me increase the friction against her c.l.i.t, but I pull back.

”Say it again, Jill.”

”Yours,” she repeats, stronger now.

I wrap my lips around her c.l.i.t and pull gently, and my fingers increase speed, f.u.c.king her harder. ”Again.”

”Yours!”

”f.u.c.king right,” I growl and then pull on her c.l.i.t again until she comes violently, bucking and trembling, panting, chanting my name.

I stand and drop my jeans, then pull Jill off the bed and into my arms again.

”Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeys, wraps those toned, slender legs around my waist and arms around my neck and kisses me for all she's worth, not giving a s.h.i.+t that her juices are still all over my mouth.

I groan against her lips and push her against the wall again, pull my hips back, and slide home, impaling myself completely inside her. With her eyes level with mine, I pin her in my gaze as we both gasp for breath.

”You are mine, Jillian. Do you hear me? Mine.”

”Yes,” she sobs as I begin to move in hard, quick strokes. This isn't soft and slow like before, it's hard and urgent, and I know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm claiming my woman.

My c.o.c.k is harder than it's ever been, pulsing and throbbing inside this amazing woman. Every time I pull back, she whimpers.

”Dragging against your sweet spot, sugar?”

”G.o.d, yes!” Her legs tighten on my hips as her p.u.s.s.y clenches around me.

”Do not come yet,” I command. Her eyes burst open with surprise and she bites her plump lower lip. ”Not yet.”

”Please,” she whispers and circles her hips again, almost frantically. ”I'm almost there.”

I plunge inside her and stop abruptly, holding her against the wall with my body, filling her with my c.o.c.k. I watch her for a moment as her breath heaves in and out, pressing her hard nipples against my chest.

”Zack.”

”Yes, Jilly.”