Zeke (The Powers That Be, Book 2) by Harper Bentley

that,
Scarlett?” he asked as he slammed into me. “It still doesn’t matter
who’s fucking you?” Slam! “Because you’re gonna know it was
me.” Slam! “It’ll matter.” Slam! “Because you’re
gonna be feeling me for days.” Slam!
    God.
    God!
    Many forceful
thrusts later, he pulled out and turned me again, his hands gliding
underneath my back pulling me up to straddle him as he stayed
kneeling then impaled me on his hard shaft. With a hand behind my
head, he pulled me down to him, smashing his mouth to mine as he
pumped up inside me. His other hand moved between us, his fingers
hitting the right spot and I was gone, crying out loudly against
his mouth as I came.
    “Only thing I
love more than hearing you come is making you come,” he said
huskily, looking up at me as his hips continued pistoning up to
meet mine.
    Oh… my…
God…
    I heard him
grunt and knew he was almost there and watched, fascinated, as his
shoulders got tight, the striations in them bulging out, his thick,
corded neck straining then he pulled my hips down hard on his as he
made a final thrust up.
    I panted out
his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders, head falling back,
joining him when I heard him groan out, “Scarlett.”
    Sexiest damn
thing ever.
    I’d never had
a guy call my name out during sex. Ever. As if he was consumed with
me. Only me. And as I held onto Zeke, our breaths coming hard, I
knew I probably never would again.
    He held me
tightly until his breathing evened out then pulled back and looked
up at me, and that face. God. The look he wore was so erotic, so
alluring, one of a man who’d been completely and properly
fucked.
    His lips
touched mine and when he pulled back, he mumbled, “It matters.” He
lifted me off of him, laying me back on the bed then went straight
up on his knees and pulled his jeans up, his eyes never leaving
mine. Then he was on top of me again and I heard him mutter again,
“Matters.” Then he kissed my forehead and got up. “Be back.” I
watched him go to the door then out, probably to find a bathroom
and remove the condom, and stared after him, mesmerized at the way
his back muscles bunched when he walked, the nightlight
accentuating and at the same time shadowing them. Hot.
    But that was
all the space I needed. Hopping out of the bed, I righted my bra
then searched around on the floor for the rest of my clothes,
throwing them on quickly. When Zeke came back into the room and saw
me, he stopped, narrowing his eyes at me.
    “Where you
going?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed.
    As I stuck my
hands into the sleeves of my shirt, I looked at him. “I’m
leaving.”
    “See that.” He
watched as I buttoned my shirt not able to help the way my fingers
shook. I mean, God, he was great, so nice, so giving, so fucking
amazing in bed, and I wished I could keep him but knew that wasn’t
possible.
    I kept trying
to play detached as I bent to pull my flats on. When I stood, I
looked at him, so sexy standing there in the doorway, his hair
mussed, jeans unbuttoned. Damn. As I walked toward him his eyes
practically shot daggers at me now.
    Tiptoeing up,
I touched his lips with mine. “See ya,” I muttered then left the
room.
    Swear to fuck,
if there wasn’t a damned Oscar waiting on me when I got home, I’d
be surprised.
    Thank God Jay
and Dex were standing by the stairs because when I hit the landing,
I hissed out her name and although she was thoroughly plastered,
she’d understood and immediately grabbing Dex by his arm and
pulling him toward the front door so we could leave.
    On the way
back to my house, Jay turned in her seat looking back at me, asking
me eighty bajillion questions. Sober, her filter was sorely
lacking. Drunk, it was nonexistent.
    “So you fucked
Zeke Powers?” she asked on a squeal. “Is he huge? I’ve heard he’s
huge. Tell me how big he is!”
    “Hung like a
fucking horse,” I said to appease her and saw Dex shake his head as
he