Wrong Girl (41 page)

“You’re
lying.” He snarls contemptuously, glowering at me with eyes which are full of
rage.

“What?”
I gasp incredulously.

“You’re
only saying this because you want to end things between us and you need a
reason that’s strong enough to push me away.”

He
sounds so certain, angering me to know that he believes I am capable of such a
thing.

“Do
you really think that I would lie to you about something like this? Do you
really think I would do that?”

“It
can’t be true, it just can’t be.” He repeats, shaking his head.

“It
is true, Zack.”

“And
she’s only just found out?” He inquires, persistent in his reluctance to
believe what I’m saying.

“Yes.”

“And
how does she feel about it?” He asks, gazing at me steadily.

“She’s
absolutely thrilled. She thinks it will bring the two of you closer together.”

“Then
she’s incredibly deluded.” He retorts dismissively.

“Don’t
say that!” I reprimand him. “She’s still my sister and she’s carrying your
child. You need to respect that and go and be with her.”

“And
what about you?” He says softly, stroking my face.

“I’m
going to step aside. I’m going to try and right all of the wrongs I’ve already
done and let you go.”

“Baby,
you don’t mean that. You don’t mean any of this, you’re just in shock. You’re
angry and confused, you’re just upset and feeling vulnerable about the baby.”

He
tries to comfort me, circling my face with his hands as he kisses my forehead.
He strokes the inside of my wrist with his thumb, causing me to tremble.

“You’re
right.” I agree, moistening my lips.

The
yearning that I have for him to kiss me is indescribable. I know how wrong it
is of me to even think of such a thing at a time like this but the magnetic
pull I feel towards Zack is stronger than ever. My body is yearning for him and
so is my heart, I need him like I need oxygen and that’s honestly how it feels
to be near him.

“There’s
no need for you to feel that way. I’m right here and that’s exactly where I’m
going to stay. With you.”

“No,
I tell him. You’re not.” I state decidedly, trying to remove my wrist from his
relentless grasp.

“Don’t
tell me what I can and can’t do! You belong with me and I will not let you push
me away, Samantha. I cannot go through the pain of that again, do you
understand?” He glares at me in anger, piercing my soul with the steely
determination in his eyes.

“And
what about your child?” I challenge him, meeting his steady gaze with my own.

“Of
course I’m going to be there for the baby. I’ll support Rachel as the baby’s
father but that’s it. I don’t love her and I can’t be with her. I’m in love
with you.” He whispers huskily, lowering his mouth towards my neck.

His
warm breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine, loosening my resistance and
coaxing me into a sexual submission I cannot deny.

“Do
you know what this could do to her if she finds out about us? The stress of it
could make her lose the baby and I for one will not put her through that. The
loss of a child destroys you, a part of you dies with it.” I speak with
certainty, gently pressing the palms of my hands against his chest.

“I
won’t do that to her but I can’t lose you either. I would die without you, Sam.
You have no idea how much I need you. These past few weeks have been a living
hell for me. Every single moment of every single day I have
ached
for
you. Don’t make me choose… don’t make me choose between you and my baby because
I honestly don’t think I could survive without you.” He groans loudly, tracing
his tongue along the length of my throat, delighting in the taste of my skin.

“Zack…”
I moan in ecstasy, trying to fight him. “This is our wakeup call and it’s
telling us that we can’t carry on like this. We’re destroying people’s lives
and it’s not right. My mum already knows about us and once she finds out Rachel
is pregnant, there will be no stopping her. She will never allow us to be
together.”

“
Fuck
!”
He proclaims strongly. “Why is this happening? Why is any of this happening?
Why couldn’t I have met you first?”

“You
loved her, you’re the one who proposed to her.” I reply enviously.

“Did
I? I honestly don’t think I did, not when I compare it to how I feel when I’m with
you.”

He
devours me once more, his mouth caressing the sensitive skin on my collarbone
whilst his arms encircle my waist as he pulls me close.

“Zack,
this isn’t the right time.” I protest weakly, trying to fight the
insurmountable pleasure that’s building up inside of me.

“It
is… it’s the perfect time, baby. Let me make this right, let me make you feel
good. You know how incredible we are together, don’t you? I need to be inside
you again… please.” He implores me, purposefully using every seductive tool
that he has to break me.

“But
Rachel needs you.” I whimper in frustration, unable to ignore my body’s desire
for him.

It
physically hurts me to be apart from him and now that he’s here and standing
right in front of me, the unyielding connection that exists between us is even
stronger.

“Baby,
I need
you
and you need me. I can almost smell how aroused you are, your
scent is exquisite and I need to taste you again. Let me do this, sweetheart.
Please.”

I
nod my head, no longer capable when it comes to uttering a single word. Zack
growls possessively as soon as he realises I have completely surrendered myself
to him, picking me up so he can carry me up the stairs.

 I
direct him into the bedroom I’ve been staying in and ask Zack to close the door
behind him. I know Audrey said she wouldn’t be home until later but I would be
absolutely mortified if she were to come home early and catch us in the act.

“You
have no idea how many nights I’ve fantasised about being with you like this
since you’ve been gone.” He whispers, gazing at me in complete and utter
reverence.

It’s
as though he can’t quite believe that this is happening, that I’m right here in
front of him and allowing him to love me.

“I’ve
pictured it too.” I confess. “I’ve imagined the two of us together like this,
I’ve even dreamt about it.”

“Fuck,
that’s hot.” He moans, eagerly removing every piece of my clothing.

He
discards his own, throwing them onto the floor beside mine, trailing his
fingertips along the inside of my legs, all the way up until he reaches my
thighs. He separates them, groaning when he notices just how aroused my body is
for him.

“You
are so beautiful.” He murmurs softly, almost to himself.

“Zack,
this is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.” I wail, squirming in discomfort.

My
whole body feels like it’s on fire, scorching and smouldering with desire for
the breath-taking man before me. I need him more than I ever have done, I need
to feel him inside me and
know
that this is where I belong… with him.

“No,
this isn’t wrong.” He soothes me, brushing my hair back off my face. “This is
perfect.
We
are perfect. There’s no place else I would rather be and I
promise you now, I will never let you walk away from me again.”

His
words are my undoing as the passion between us and the physical adoration I
want to show him wins out. Our tongues intertwine as he slips his inside my
willing mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair as my legs fall apart for him,
mewling with pleasure as I feel the hardness of him press against my entrance.
I’m so ready for him and so desperate to feel him, I would sacrifice anything
for us to be connected one more. He makes me feel alive, he destroys the
barrier I have built to protect myself and demolished it right before my very
eyes. He brought me back to life and right now I need to experience that again.

Our
fingers interlace as he pushes himself inside me, both of us are breathless and
struggling to control our natural urges, eager to prolong this moment as long
as possible. I squeeze him tight, clenching my inner walls around him, wanting
him to understand just how much I love having him inside my body.

“Baby,
if you keep on doing that this really isn’t going to last very long.” He
chuckles softly, resting his hands on my inner thighs as he pushes them up,
pressing my knees against my chest, leaving me completely open and exposed for
him.

“I
want you to come inside me.” I purr seductively, trying to entice him.

“You
do?” He teases me right back, almost pulling out of me. “You want me to fill
that sweet little pussy, baby?”

“Yes,
yes, yes!” I cry loudly, shameless grinding my hips against him.

“I
want to try something.” He pants heavily. “Do you trust me?”

“Of
course.” I answer truthfully, delighting in the rush of excitement coursing
through me.

Zack
gently slides his hard length out of my body, effortlessly flipping me over
until I’m on my hands and knees. I’m facing away from him and relish in the
fact that I’m completely uncovered and on show for him.

“You
know what I’m going to do?” He asks, using his thumb to press against my
clitoris.

“No.”
I reply truthfully.

“I’m
going to take you from behind and watch that magnificent ass of yours push back
against me as I bury myself deep inside your pussy.”

His
voice is so deep and masculine, it commands my submission and I know I will
follow by doing exactly what he asks of me. I’ve never made love in this
position before and I have to admit, I am scared. The fact that I won’t be able
to see his face is what concerns me, afraid that I’ll remember something bad.
Something from the past that will ruin the transcendence of this moment between
us.

My
fingers grab the quilt beneath me, curling around the soft material as he
drives all the way inside of me. I arch my back and move against him, just like
he said I would. Relishing in the deliciously exquisite sensations this
newfound position provides me.

“I-I
feel so…
full
.” I whimper, trembling uncontrollably.

“You
have no idea how incredible you look right now. So beautiful and unbelievably
sexy.” He growls, sinking his fingers into my hips as he starts to increase the
speed of his thrusts.

I
love how he’s taking control of me, how he’s dominating my body as he takes
what he wants from it. Despite it all, I still feel safe, taken care of and
cherished.

“Zack,
I need… I need to…” Unable to finish my sentence, I close my eyes and allow
myself to get lost, throwing caution to the wind as I abandon my inhibitions
and allow my instincts to rule my body.

“You
need to come?” Zack taunts me, deliberately slowing down his movements.

“Uh-huh.”
I mumble incoherently, breathless and weak.

“Then
come for me, sweetheart. Come all over me and let me feel you.” He encourages.

I
do as he asks, aggressively bouncing against him. Utterly wanton and unashamed
by my sexual behaviour, liberated and free.

My
body contracts around him, eliciting a guttural groan from his throat. As he
releases himself inside of me, I submit to my own desire as we come together.
Zack grips my body with an unyielding intensity, grasping my hips in a
vice-like grip as though he is frightened I will disappear beneath his touch.

We
collapse onto the bed, exhausted and breathless. Our limbs are intertwined, our
sweat soaked bodies pressed against one another. Our breathing eventually evens
out, giving way to the intrusive thoughts that threaten to penetrate our
post-coital state of bliss. Zack is the first one to break our prolonged
silence, speaking softly.

“It
should have been you.”

“What?”

I
angle my body to face him, even though I already know what he is referring to.

“You
should be the one carrying my baby.”

“Don’t
say that.” I reprimand him harshly.

“Why
not? It’s what we’re both thinking.” He argues, pulling me back when I try to
get leave the bed.

“I’m
not thinking that.” I respond truthfully.

“Then
what
are
you thinking?”

“I
think I’ve only just realised what an awful person I really am.” I murmur,
blinking rapidly to prevent the first drop of my tears from falling.

“
Don’t
say that.” He says firmly. “You’re the kindest, sweetest person I know.
You’re good.”

“You
know you could say that to me every single day for the rest of my life, I still
won’t believe it.”

“Then
I’ll just have to keep on saying it until you do, even if it takes a lifetime
to convince you.”

He
kisses me on the lips, calming me in an instant. His touch alone brings peace
to every single one of my fears.