The Last Boyfriend (12 page)

“Why do you dislike
Braydon, Zane?” I asked him seriously. “Wait this is my room.” I
stopped suddenly.

“Okay, let’s get you into
bed.”

“You want me in your bed
like all the other girls, don’t you?” I winked at him.

“No I don’t.” Zane shook
his head, and I felt a wash of disappointment run through me. Even
now, when all my inhibitions were gone, Zane Beaumont didn’t want
me.

“I wouldn’t sleep with you
anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” He looked at me
with a twinkle in his eyes. “Why’s that?”

“Cos Braydon likes me and
he could be my last boyfriend.”

“Your last boyfriend?” Zane
looked confused.

“The guy I’m going to
marry, duh.” I fell onto the bed.

“You’re going to marry
Braydon?”

“I don’t know.” I yawned.
“But it’s a possibility. So that’s why I can’t sleep with
you.”

“Okay, that makes sense,”
he drawled. He stood there, awkwardly next to the bed and I grabbed
his arm and pulled him down next to me.

“You are so handsome but
you always look so serious.” I stared at him. “But you are also so
nice. You’re one of my favorite customers, you know. And you fixed
my car. But you’re a real asshole as well.”

“You sum me up so
perfectly.” He grinned and pushed me over. “If I’m going to lie on
your bed with you I need a bit more space.”

“No fair. You made my head
hurt.” I groan.

“Let me make it better.” He
kissed my forehead and brought me close to him. “How does that
feel?”

“Hmm.” I closed my eyes and
pushed my head against his chest. “So nice and cool.” I felt his
arms around me and I snuggled into him. “You are so warm and
yummy.”

“Oh Lucky.” He
sighed.

“Yes, Zane.” I purred
against him.

“You’re going to be the
undoing of me,” He whispered and held me tightly.

“I’m the best server you’ve
ever had.”

“Yes, you are.” He laughed
and I felt his hands rubbing my back as I drifted to
sleep.

Chapter 7

My head was killing me when
I woke up. I tried to stretch, but my arms hit a solid wall. I
opened my eyes slowly and yawned widely as I was still feeling
tired.

“Oh,” I exclaimed, as I
awoke to Zane’s gaze. He was staring directly into my eyes and he
had a bemused expression on his face. “What are you doing
here?”

“I think your first words
should be thank you,” He said, with a deadpan
expression.

“Thank you?” I frowned,
trying to remember what had happened the night before. And then it
all came crashing down. “Thank you? Are you joking? You frigging
embarrassed me last night. Poor Braydon. What must he be thinking
right now?”

“I hope he’s thinking that
he better not bother you any more,” Zane growled.

“What?” I squinted at him.
“He better not be thinking that. I hope he doesn’t think that we’re
hooking up.” I groaned. “Man, you may have just ruined
everything.”

“Ruined what?” He made a
weird expression. “You don’t seriously think you’re going to marry
him? I thought that was the alcohol speaking.”

“I never said I was going
to marry him.” I sighed. “I just said that, perhaps he could be my
last boyfriend.”

“You confuse me, Lucky.” He
sighed. I studied his face and wondered how it was that he could
look so handsome first thing in the morning.

“I confuse you? Is that a
joke?”

“I don’t understand you.”
He frowned and ran his hands through his hair.

“What’s to
understand?”

“Everything.” He turned
away from me and looked at my walls. “I like your room. You have
nice style.”

“You mean, for a poor
person?” I laughed, thinking about his lavishly furnished
house.

“No, for any type of
person.” He pointed at some posters on my wall. “I love
Monet.”

“Me too.” I smiled. “I
thought about studying Art History for a while.”

“But you decided on British
history?”

“British
history?”

“You know so much about
King Henry VIII.”

“Oh yes. I forgot about
that conversation. I changed my focus from the reformation to the
Civil Rights Era.”

“Oh yeah. My civil rights
expert.” He grinned. “You’re one smart cookie.”

“Not really, but I guess I
am compared to the other girls you date.” Oh no, why had I said
date. We weren’t dating. We weren’t even friends. He was my boss
now. And he was in my bed. I wanted to groan out loud. What was
going on here?

“Well you know. I have to
change it up.” I felt his arms around my waist and he pulled me
towards him. “Let’s see if you’re a better kisser as
well.”

“Wait, what?” My eyes
widened as I felt his hands on my ass. “Uhm, what’s going on
here?”

“I am going to see if you
are better than my other girls in every way.”

“Zane.” I spoke his name
quietly, my lips were mere inches away from his, and I was aching
to feel them on mine.

“Yes, Lucky.”

“Why were you waiting there
for me last night?” I frowned. “It’s kind of creepy, you know.
Waiting outside my house.”

“Are you saying you think
I’m a creep?”

“No.” I paused. “Well, you
know.” I stared into his eyes, looking for some answers. I didn’t
understand Zane Beaumont and I really needed to. My heart was
thumping and my skin was tingling. My stomach was jumping at being
so close to him and all I wanted was to make love to him. Maybe it
was because I was still slightly hung over. Or maybe it was because
we were both lying down in my bed. All I knew was that I wanted to
have sex with Zane Beaumont. It was almost inevitable. I had felt
this way from the first moment I had met him. When I was with him,
I forgot about my rules. About the plan to wait for that one
special guy. I just needed to be with him. To feel him. I wanted
him. It was as simple as that. I was willing to deal with the
heartache. What was one last heartache? I’d been through it before.
I survived.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. I
didn’t want to think any more. All I wanted was to feel his lips
against mine. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin.

Zane grinned and leaned
towards me. I felt his lips press against mine, hard and rough. His
hands went behind my head and he brought me closer to him. I felt
his tongue creep into my mouth, and I kissed him back hard. He
tasted too sweet for the morning. I was enveloped in his taste and
our tongues tangled together passionately. I gasped in his mouth as
I felt his hand on my ass pushing me into him. Our bodies were
pressed together and I felt his manhood against me, aroused and
shifting. I moved my body so I could feel him better and he
chuckled, rolling me over onto my back, so that he was on top of
me. His lips never left mine and he shifted himself in between my
legs, his erection struggling against the confines of his pants. I
wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his body down, closer
to mine. His chest crushed into mine and my breasts delighted at
the close contact. I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine and
pulled up his t-shirt, trying to pull it off.

Zane pulled away from me
slightly and kissed down my chin to my neck. I felt his right hand
creep up to caress my breast and I moaned as he squeezed it. All of
my nerves were standing on edge and I wanted to feel his hands on
my naked skin. I wriggled below him and finally got his shirt off.
I ran my hands over his back, delighted by the feel of his skin. He
was warm to the touch and he groaned as I rolled him onto his back
and sat on him. I looked down at him panting and bent down to kiss
his chest, running my hands across his nipples as I kissed down his
happy trail.

“Oh Lucky.” He moaned and I
felt his hands in my hair.

“Hmmm.” I kissed back up
his chest to his lips and started grinding on top of him. I smiled
at the feel of his hardness beneath me and rocked back and forth as
he kissed me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and dropped them
to my ass until he was cupping my butt cheeks and pushing my down
into him further. I reached down to his belt buckle, wanting to
release his dragon, but Zane stopped me.

“No.” Zane rolled me back
over and lay next to me, kissing my nose. “I don’t think this is a
good idea.”

“What?” I sighed and leaned
over to him. “Why not?”

“You’re not that type of
girl.”

“What type of
girl?”

“The type of girl that has
casual sex without getting feelings.”

“What?” My cheeks flamed at
his words.

“I’m not the guy for you,
Lucky.” His eyes looked bleak. “I’m not looking for a happily ever
after. I never want to get married.”

“You just want casual
weekly sex?” I rolled away from him.

“No.” He sighed. “But I
also don’t want a serious relationship.”

“Who says that is what I
want?”

“I knew from the very first
time that I saw you at Lou’s that you’re not the type of girl for a
casual anything.” There was mirth in his voice. “Don’t be mad at
me, Lucky.”

“I’m not mad.” I jumped up.
“It’s whatever. I don’t need you to have sex with me.”

“It’s not that I don’t find
you attractive, Lucky. You’re hot.” He sighed. “Shit. You just felt
how much I want you.”

“Whatever.” I
blushed.

“Wait.” He jumped off of
the bed and pushed me against the wall. He then grabbed my hand and
pulled it to his manhood. “You feel that?”

I nodded mutely, slightly
angry, but totally turned on.

“I want to make love to you
until you cry out my name, Lucky.” He whispered in my ear as my
hand closed in on him through his pants. “I want you to take me in
your hands and in your mouth. I want to feel myself in you. I want
to make you blush as you come for me.”

My eyes widened at his
words and then I felt his tongue in my ear and I felt even more
turned on than I had been before. My hand dropped from his crotch
and I ran my hands through his hair. I closed my eyes and reveled
in the feelings he was awakening in my body. It had been too long
since I had made love. I was feeling horny and my panties were
starting to feel uncomfortable between my legs.

Zane pulled away from me
and stared into my eyes. “You’re a special girl, Lucky, but I’m not
the guy for you. I’m not going to take anything from you that I
shouldn’t.”

“I’m not a virgin.” I
whispered, wanting him to take me.

“Go and take a shower,
Lucky.” Zane sighed and backed away from me. “We have a lot to do
today.”

I looked at his face,
embarrassment coloring mine. “Yeah. I need to let Maria and Shayla
know I’m going to LA for a bit.”

“Lucky, if you don’t want
to take this job, well, you can back out.”

“Do you want me to back
out?” I questioned, holding my breath.

“No.” His eyes bore into me
and I felt a secret thrill.

“So then I’m
coming.”

“Did you withdraw from your
classes?”

“I’m going to do it online
today.” I tried to keep my breathing normalized. I was starting to
feel slightly panicked. Maybe he didn’t want me to come anymore? I
didn’t want to think about how much that hurt me. I didn’t want to
acknowledge the fact that I was really starting to fall for
him.

“Have you told your
roommates?”

“Oh I forgot.” I slapped my
hand against my mouth.

“Oh Lucky.” He smiled. “We
can tell them when you come out of the shower.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip and
stared at him. He looked so hot without his shirt on, but I knew I
had to think about something else. “They’re going to think you
stayed the night.”

“I did stay the
night.”

“But they’re going to think
we had sex.” I mouthed the last part.

“Are you scared to say sex,
Lucky?” He moved in closer to me and winked. “We did very nearly
have sex. Is that so bad?”

“You don’t understand.” I
sighed. “I haven’t had sex in a while.”

He looked surprised at my
statement and I continued. “I’ve been saving myself for a guy I
think is worth it.” I flushed, hoping he didn’t draw any
conclusions about my feelings for him from my statement.

“So you haven’t had sex in
a while?” He smiled softly, and I blushed. “But you were going to
have sex with me.”

“No.” I turned around
quickly. “I’m going in the shower.”

“No what.”

“Just drop it,
Zane.”

“I’ll never understand you,
Lucky.” Zane shook his head and sighed. “You’re the most
complicated girl I’ve ever met.”

“And that’s saying a lot.”
I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him. He responded with a swift
slap to my butt and I ran out of the door laughing, wondering, once
again, what I was getting myself into.