Chapter 95: Zachery
He woke with a slight throb in his leg but after straightening it out he was relieved it wasn't in worse shape. Angel rested in his arms, still asleep, her breathing soft. His fears for Monroe threatened to overwhelm him, so he took long, steady breaths to control his thoughts.
Monroe could not die again. Zach was not that strong.
His mind flashed on every conceivable problem and then zeroed in on the "what ifs." When Monroe returned, Zach needed to have his priorities straight. It was one thing to wish he'd gone about their relationship differently. And quite another to embrace a lifestyle he had never accepted for himself.
The thought of total submission brought along another set of uncertainties. As one of Monroe's Shibari models, he'd fought the overwhelming urge for years. Yet, he craved the ultimate release he'd seen so many others give over to Monroe. What's more, he knew Monroe felt Zach's desire to set himself free. He never pushed, but Zach saw the disappointment in his eyes when Zach couldn't take that final step. It was one of the few times he saw emotion overshadow Monroe's iron control.
Angel stirred and her hand traveled up his chest until her fingers rested against his jaw.
"I dreamed of him last night."
Her low, throaty voice caused his cock to jump, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie to her, so he rolled bringing her fully above him and took her lips, kissing her breathless. When she was ready, he slid deeply into the warmth between her thighs. Soft sighs came from her throat and he increased the tempo.
The groan of his release dominated her mews of pleasure. Keeping their bodies joined, he picked a few strands of hair from her cheek. "We're running this morning, eating breakfast, and then you, my spoiled lady, are practicing piano." He would limp if that was all he could handle.
The instant displeasure from his words showed on her face and he smiled into her unhappy gaze. His hips rocked upward and her eyes grew dreamy once more. He kept a slow pace until she tried to hasten his movements. Her hands increased the pressure on his shoulders and her fingernails dug in.
"You mark me wife." Zach smiled.
Her pupils dilated and her blue eyes became almost completely overrun by her dark irises. His fingers traveled between their bodies and he twisted her nipple, causing her to writhe above him. He gave the other hard tip the same treatment before finding her slick clit and putting pressure directly to the small, stiff nub between her folds. Her pelvis pressed down, but he released her clit and grabbed her hips almost stopping her movement. He kept the pace slow and steady until finally... she begged.
"Please, Master, please."
She'd never called him by Monroe's title and just the word released another torrent of cum into the heat of her womb. He grabbed the backs of her legs, pulling her more to her knees and drove into her one last punishing time. She screamed her release against his shoulder and her teeth sank into his flesh.
The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room until he finally swatted her ass.
"Up, now. I'll meet you downstairs."
"I feel a headache coming on."
He laughed, a sense of intense satisfaction filling his chest. Angel would love him no matter what. Finding a happy medium with Monroe would only strengthen their bond.
You had better return to us, you fucker.
He dressed, hid his limp, and then left the room, whistling all the way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, a piece of fruit, and some ibuprofen for the swelling in his knee. Two weeks was a lifetime, but he'd wait months if that's what it took to have his friend back.
***
Angel
Something was different. She didn't just sense it in Zachery-she sensed it in Stephens, too. She thought Marguerite oblivious until the woman told her something was up.
They watched the men closely and conferred regularly, but had no outward indication that anything was wrong, just... a feeling that things were different.
Each morning she jogged with Sir. The first few days he ran at a slower pace because of his injury. He didn't fool her, and she made him ice his knee after their run while she played piano. She began calling him by his given name when he irritated her and he would give in immediately. Their marriage gave her added confidence and it showed in her newfound demands that Sir take care of himself.
The weekend after the break in, Sir arranged for Willow and her newborn son, Elliot to visit. Brandon couldn't make it because of an important meeting. Angel showed off their home and the amazing grounds around the house.
Willow asked once about the rumors that Monroe was missing, but she stopped her questioning when Angel's eyes welled with tears.
"I'm so sorry. You know you can call me if you need to talk. We're friends and I don't have many."
Angel gave her a tremulous smile. "Thank you. May I hold Elliot again?"
"Yes, of course, but you're spoiling him rotten."
"I don't believe you can spoil such a young child."
Willow's laugh sounded throughout the room, startling the baby, who began crying.
"We'll discuss this after your first baby."
Angel blushed while picking up Elliot and rocking him in her arms until he settled. She loved everything about him-his smell, his round chubby cheeks, and even his insistent wail when he became hungry.
Willow left an hour later, and Angel went in search of Zachery. She found him working on his antique Mustang; he was covered in grease and looked pleased with himself. He pulled her in for a long kiss.
"I could hear the little monster crying clear out here."
Angel gave him a gentle shove, which caused not an inch in movement. "He's not a monster, though he did have a good set of lungs."
"Did you have a fun day?" He wiped his fingers on a rag and began placing his tools back in their proper slots.
"The best," she said with a grin.
"Hmm, we'll need to improve on that. I was thinking an evening in the playroom was in order."
She gave him her most sensual smile. "Yes, Sir."
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