One
Patience
The
local DJ interviewing Blow Hole looked a little like Santa Claus. Except,
instead of a red suit, he wore black leather, and instead of a jolly hat, a
blue bandana covered his gray curls.
“So, Zeke, we get a lot of questions
in about some of your tattoos. I was wondering if you could tell us what the
three snowflakes on your forearm represent.”
Zeke’s lip ring pulled when his
smile widened. It was strange to see him smile so openly in front of people. He
looked over at me and winked as he lifted his arm onto the counter in front of
him to show the DJ his tats.
“The big one here is for my girl.
When we first started dating, she reminded me of a snowflake princess, so I
started calling her snowflake. I still call her that now. The two smaller ones
are for our two daughters. They’re just as blond and beautiful as she is.”
“Snowflake, huh?” the DJ asked.
“It’s a wonder she doesn’t melt in this California heat.” He laughed.
Zeke’s eyes met mine from across
the room and the love that lived there sparkled. The side of his mouth tilted in
the secret smile he reserved just for me.
“Well, we went through the depths
of hell to be together. If she hasn’t melted yet, I don’t think she ever will.”
The DJ laughed hard. “Wanna bet?” he
said as his eyes lit up with a red hue.
The room filled with fire. The
boys in the band split into opposite directions, trying to escape. I was across
the room from the exit, frozen in fear as the fire reached out with jagged
hands and licked at the floor by my feet.
Instead of escaping, Zeke bolted
across the room to me. Everything began to move in slow motion as I yelled for
him to go to safety. He didn’t listen and before he could make it, the fire
consumed him. His screams echoed throughout the room and pierced my ears.
My legs suddenly felt weak, and
when I looked down, all I could see was my jeans dripping from my body. My skin
followed as it turned into a soupy mess on the floor.
I was melting.
* *
*
I sat
up abruptly, checking my arms and legs to make sure they were still there. I
did it every time I woke from my melting nightmare, and even though I knew in
the back of my head that it wasn’t real, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my
legs were going to be gone when I woke.
The
unfamiliar room surrounding me was dimly lit. Walls of soft sage closed me in
and the smell of men’s cologne swarmed all around me. While the room was
strange to me, the cologne was one I knew well. As if it were relaxing incense,
I breathed in the light musk and sighed. I was obviously entering into another
dream and I was perfectly fine with that.
Allowing
my body to relax into the plush mattress, I took an even deeper pull of the
masculine scent. I used to hate the smell of a man. Considering what my life
had entailed, it made sense, but this certain cologne would always be a
reminder of the peace I’d found in the final months before I moved to Florida.
It would be a reminder of him.
I
jerked when a heavy hand landed across my stomach and pulled me to the side. I
followed the arm until my eyes landed on the tiny snowflake tattooed on the
inner forearm. Taking a deep, calming breath, I laid my head back against the
plush pillow and smiled to myself.
That’s
when I noticed my physical state. My body hummed with the leftover effects of
the night before. My inner thighs were sore, but in a good way, and my stomach
muscles clenched as if I’d spent the night doing sit-ups. There was a light
flutter all around me that sent tiny shocks of happiness to my deepest places.
It felt amazing. I felt amazing.
My
best friend Megan once told me there was a major difference in having sex and
making love. I never gave it much thought since I never planned on having the
chance to do either. I thought for sure I’d never be able to touch a guy, much
less allow one to touch me.
Yet
there I was, lying next to my tatted guitar god and allowing his arm to rest
across my stomach. I can say without doubt that Megan had never been more
right. There was sex, and there was making love. Zeke had showed me that the
night before. Actually, he spent the entire
night showing me that. There were no words to describe our first night
together after months of being apart.
I lay
in bed and watched as the ceiling fan above me went around and around. The dark
curtain covering the window blew to the side, allowing a slither of sunlight
into the room. The sounds of the fountain just outside the room became in tune
with Zeke’s sleeping breaths. Fear of waking him kept me from moving and
looking out at the gorgeous view.
After
months of being miserable and thinking I’d never see his face again, I was in
his arms. After a night of some of the best sex I’d had in my entire life, I
slept for a couple of hours, but sleep was the last thing I wanted. Sleep took
away my time with him. I wanted to be awake. I wanted to see his face. Dreaming
about him was no longer good enough, not when I could be in his arms. Not when
I could consume myself with his warmth. No, dreams had nothing on my reality
when Zeke was around.
Not
to mention the awful nightmares that seemed to come after a really good Zeke
dream. I was perfectly fine with never having one of those again. There’s
nothing like waking up drenched in sweat and feeling like you’re about to die
from sadness, or better yet, from melting away into nothing.
But
none of that mattered now. My salvation was here and I was willing to bet that
now that he was back in my life, the nightmares were on their way out.
Turning
in his arms to face him, I took in his softly sleeping face. His mouth was
slightly open and his long dark lashes relaxed against his high cheekbones.
Running a finger down the side of his face earned me a deep, husky moan. It was
the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. His facial hair felt like warm velvet against
my cheek as I leaned in and pressed a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth.
I
backed away, expecting to continue to watch him sleep, but he followed me up
with his eyes still closed and started to kiss me. Again he moaned when I
allowed him access and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Flipping me onto my
back, his naked body covered mine. The white sheet tangled around our bodies as
he pressed himself against me.
His
hand worked its way up my side, brushing against my breast, and I released a
tiny sound into his mouth. His hand continued its journey until he rested it
against the side of my neck. Tattooed fingers dug into the hairs on the nape of
my neck as he invaded my mouth with Zeke sweetness.
Pulling
away, he gazed down at me with sleepy eyes and a lazy grin.
“You
woke us up.” His voice was rough with sleep.
I
wrapped my arms around his neck, “Us?”
Looking
down between our bodies, he glanced back up at me with a smile as he pressed
his hips into mine. Hard heat pushed into my thigh and I lifted my hips for more.
He smiled down at me and shifted his hair out of his eyes.
“Yes…
us. I’m okay in the morning, but the prick downstairs will take a jab at you if
you wake him.”
“Tell
him I said bring it.”
He
laughed and shook his head at me. It was nice to hear such genuine happiness
coming from him. It matched the way I felt exactly. It was as if we were
blocked away from the rest of the world. We were on our own tiny island in the
middle of nowhere. Nothing else mattered.
He
leaned down and sucked on my earlobe. His hot breath tickled the side of my
neck and gave me a shiver. Warm lips caressed me as he nipped at my chin and
flicked at my top lip with his tongue.
Rubbing
his lips softly against mine, he whispered, “Last night was amazing.”
“Yes,
it was.” I kissed him softly and ran my fingernails lightly down his back.
Looking
down at me, he bit at his lip ring before he began kissing me again. His nipple
rings brushed across my breasts and a tiny noise slipped from me, making him
groan against my mouth.
Taking
a breath, he smiled down at me. His hair was blocking his dark eyes, so I used
a finger to push them to the side.
“I
love you so much,” I said without restraint.
It
felt good to be able to express my feelings so easily. It was amazing to be
able to say it to him after months of wishing I could hear his voice, after
months of feeling no other emotion but sadness.
The
dimple on his cheek deepened as his smile widened. “I love you more,
snowflake.”
His
use of my special nickname made me tingle all over. He kissed me deeply once
more as he slid into me. There was nothing better than being physically
connected with Zeke. It was more than just sex. It was more than feeling whole.
It was a connection, one that deepened once he was inside me, a part of me.
His
body moved against mine. Stomach to stomach, sliding back and forth until the
friction was so pleasurable I couldn’t control the sounds I made. He whispered
his approval and rested his forehead against mine. The heat of our two bodies
filled the room as a thin layer of sweat developed in the places where our skin
touched.
I dug
my fingernails into his flesh and my heels into the bed. His rhythm picked up
and his breathing matched his movements as he rocked his body against mine.
Just out of reach was the cure for my ache. I urged him to move me closer as
the tingling heat moved into my thighs and lower stomach.
“That’s
it, baby. You’re almost there.”
The
tension snapped and relief ran down my spine, down into my core, and everything
was released. I cried out his name and in turn he moved faster and harder. Soon
after, he threw his head back and growled his release.
His
body collapsed on top of mine. Hot breath rushed onto my neck before he placed
his warm lips against my tingling flesh.
“Forever,”
he whispered in my ear.
I was
exhausted. My mouth spread into a satisfied sleepy smile. It wasn’t much longer
until I fell asleep in his arms. There were no nightmares and dreams weren’t
needed anymore since anything I’d ever want to dream about was pressed tightly
against me. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.
* *
*
Time
slipped by without care, and then hard beating on the hotel room door awoke me.
Half asleep, I kept my eyes closed as the bed shifted and cold air replaced
Zeke. The sounds of him walking to the door filled the room and he cursed when
he stepped on something.
The
door creaked open and Chet’s voice slipped in.
“Dude,
I need to wash my ass and all my shit’s here. Cover your junk ‘cause I’m coming
in.”
I sat
up in bed quickly and pulled the sheet up to my chin.
“Hold
the fuck on, man! My girl’s naked in here,” Zeke yelled as Chet forced himself
into the room.
I saw
the instant relief in his eyes when he turned and saw me covered completely. He
smiled over at me and I smiled back.
Chet
didn’t miss our silent communication and he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“I
sure as hell hope last night was nice because my night sucked massive cock and
balls,” he said as he flipped open his suitcase and started digging through his
clothes.
I suddenly
felt bad about taking over his room the night before.
“I’m
sorry, Chet,” I said as I sent him an apologetic smile.
He
laughed and threw a pair of balled-up socks at me. “No worries. I get the whole
hot reunion sex thing. Still, it was hell last night.”
“Ah,
come on now. It couldn’t have been that bad,” Zeke said as he crossed his arms
and leaned his shoulder against the wall.
He
looked so sexy in his drawstring sweats that were barely hanging on his
tattooed hips. Sweatpants had never looked so hot.
“Fuck
you, bro. Finn sleeps naked and Tiny snores like a damn grizzly bear. I felt
like I was watching the fucking Natural Geographic channel or some shit. All
I’m saying is I hope last night was fun. I had to sleep my sexy ass on the hard
hotel room floor. There’s no telling what kind of nasty body fluids are mixed
up in that carpet, man. I probably slept with two or three females last night
and there weren’t even any in the room.”
Zeke
and I laughed at that.
“Yeah,
yeah, yeah. Go ahead and get your laughs in, but I suggest y’all find somewhere
else to smash ass because I’m sleeping in my bed tonight.”
Chet
grabbed the rest of his stuff and headed out of the room. I called out that I
was sorry once more, and he winked over at me before Zeke shut the door in his
face.
“So
what you want to do today?” Zeke asked as he slid back in bed with me.
I
rested my head on his arm and he kissed my forehead.
“Today?”
I asked as I pointed at the afternoon sky.
The
sun was barely peeking over the horizon and I knew it wouldn’t be long before
the moon was high and all the sunny spots in Florida would be covered in black.
“Okay,
so what do you want to do tonight? I say we get a shower and stay in bed.” He
brushed a finger down the side of my stomach.
“I
need some fresh clothes.”
“Nah,
you’re perfect just the way you are. I like you naked.” He leaned over and ran
his nose up the side of my face.
“That’s
all well and good, but we need to eat, and I’m positive if I leave this room
naked I’ll get arrested.”
He
nuzzled the side of my neck and breathed me in. “Handcuffs. Sounds like good
times.”
Shoving
at him playfully, I slid out of the bed and put on my clothes from the day
before. The smell of stale beer and smoke from Rockfest still lingered on my
tank top and shorts.
I
picked up a pair of jeans from the floor and threw them at him. “You… shower,”
I said as I pointed to the bathroom. “Then we go to Aunt Sarah’s where I get
clothes and shower, and then we eat.” I rubbed at my growling stomach.
“Yes,
ma’am!” He saluted me. “You know, I kind of like it when you boss me around.
It’s sexy.”
He
smacked my ass on his way into the bathroom. Soon after, I heard the shower
water followed by whistling. I couldn’t imagine the guy I met months ago
whistling, but we were both different now. We were better.
I
leaned over the balcony of the hotel room and took in the sight in front of me.
The evening sky was filling with a faint moon and a sprinkle of stars. The
hustle and bustle of the Orlando nightlife hadn’t started yet, so there was a
brief moment of peace. I breathed it in deeply, feeling like a different girl
and loving it.
I
went back inside when I heard the bathroom door open. The scent of shampoo and
toothpaste filled the room. Steam spilled from the small space and followed him
as he stepped out. Grabbing his wallet from the bedside table, he swiped at his
wet hair and pushed it from his face. He slid a studded belt around his waist
and grinned over at me as he buckled it.
“Ready
to go, gorgeous?” he asked as he slung his long hair out of his face once more.
I’d
never thought it was possible, but Zeke was even sexier now than he was when I
last saw him.
“Yep,
all ready to go.”
We
held hands as we walked down the long hallway and got on the elevator. Once we
were outside, I walked to my car and he followed. He didn’t say anything when I
very clearly said I was driving. It’s not like he had a choice. The only
transportation the boys had was their bus and a limo, courtesy of their label,
to carry them around town. No way was I riding around in a freaking limo.
His eyes were on me, even
though I couldn’t see them in the darkening car, as I backed out of the parking
space. Once I put my car in drive and took off, he slipped his fingers between
mine and brought my hand up to kiss it. Life was sweet again, but the sadistic
side of me whispered if something seemed too good to be true, then it probably
was.
