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Chapter no 30 – ZANDERS

Mile High (Windy City Series Book 1)

I donโ€™t know if Iโ€™ve ever felt so light in my life. I feel seen, chosen, and accepted by someone I choose just as much.

Sitting Stevie on top of my kitchen island, I stand between her legs

and kiss her hard, my mouth endlessly exploring hers. To my defense, sheโ€™s equally as eager, legs wrapped around me, heels pushing into my ass, needing me closer.

Moving from her lips, I skim mine across her jaw and down her neck, pulling a soft moan from Stevieโ€™s throat.

โ€œZee, wait,โ€ she whispers, but at the same time wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her.

โ€œNo more waiting.โ€ I continue my assault down her neck and across her chest, pushing her flannel shirt over her shoulders, leaving her in only her tank top, and exposing more of her bronze skin.

โ€œZee,โ€ she soothes, cupping my cheeks and pulling my face to look at hers. Concern dances in her eyes. โ€œWe should talk about your mom. We kind of skimmed over that.โ€

Iโ€™m good without that. The last thing I want to do right now is think about that woman. I spent a solid twenty minutes stuck in a panic-stricken headspace because of her today.

I shake my head. โ€œVee, I really donโ€™t want to.โ€

โ€œAre you sure? You know you can talk about her with me if you want

to.โ€

I canโ€™t hold back the small smile creeping across my lips. For the first

time in a long time, I feel perfectly safe and protected, spilling every little

detail of my life.

โ€œI know. But I feel good. I feel great even, and Iโ€™d rather fuck my girl than talk about the gold-digging woman who gave birth to me.โ€

Stevie drapes her arms over my shoulders, a single brow lifting. โ€œYour girl, huh?โ€

I hide away in her neck. โ€œYouโ€™re so lucky.โ€

Stevieโ€™s body shakes in a laugh. โ€œYouโ€™re the lucky one.โ€

Wearing far too big of a proud smile, I pull away from the crook of her neck. She never talks about herself this way, but confidence sure sounds good coming from her.

โ€œHell yeah, I am.โ€ Leaning into her, I find her mouth once more, tasting, sweeping, my tongue exploring.

A large part of me canโ€™t believe I get to do this. That sheโ€™s willing to give me a chance regardless of my shitty reputation, but Iโ€™m not trying to question it. I just want to appreciate her and the moment.

Cupping her face with one hand, my other palm anchors on the kitchen island as I urge Stevie back to lie down. I climb right on top of her, my sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to hide how eagerly ready I am to change the fact that I havenโ€™t had sex in over two months.

My phone interrupts me by dinging with a text, but I ignore it. Instead, I continue to feverishly make out with the pretty girl on my counter until it dings once again.

Growling in frustration, I lift my body from Stevieโ€™s and lean over her, grabbing my phone.

Maddison:ย Close your fucking curtains.

Maddison:ย Donโ€™t ignore me, asshole. Close your fucking curtains.

Laughing, I kiss Stevieโ€™s lips once more before peeling myself off her.

Standing in front of my window, I spot Maddison across the street in his living room, hands on either side of his black-out drapes. He shakes his head at me in disapproval before violently shutting the curtains. But before he goes, he slips his hand between the material and the glass, shooting me a thumbs-up.

My giddy ass canโ€™t help but smile as I close my own drapes.

โ€œOh God.โ€ Stevie leans up on her elbows. โ€œMy brother can see in here, huh?โ€

โ€œProbably.โ€

โ€œThank God heโ€™s out of town, but we are never opening those drapes again.โ€

I find my way to stand between her legs. โ€œFine.โ€ I unbutton the top of her jeans. โ€œThen youโ€™re never wearing clothes again.โ€

Placing her hands on mine, she stops me from undressing her. โ€œCan you turn off the lights?โ€ Her blue-green eyes are pleading.

Releasing the zipper, I run both palms down her jean-covered thighs. โ€œDo you trust me?โ€

โ€œZeeโ€”โ€

โ€œStevie, do you trust me? Because I trust you to know everything about me, so do you trust me to see your body? Iโ€™ve seen in the dark, Iโ€™ve felt it in my hands, and I want nothing more than to worship it with the lights on.โ€

She releases a deep, resigned sigh, the stress from her face dissipating. โ€œOf course, I trust you.โ€

โ€œGood.โ€ I unzip her jeans. โ€œBecause Iโ€™m about to eat you out like youโ€™re the last goddamn meal on the planet.โ€

She takes a breath, lying back, and from the stiffness in her body, I can sense her nerves.

Pausing my movements, I lean over her. โ€œBut only if you want me to. We arenโ€™t going to do anything you donโ€™t like or feel comfortable with, but if youโ€™re worried about it being somethingย Iย donโ€™t like, thatโ€™s not the case.โ€

โ€œI just…โ€ she stumbles. โ€œI think it feels good, but I…Iโ€™m just kind of self-conscious about it.โ€

Brows furrowed, I ask, โ€œSomeone made you feel that way?โ€ She shrugs her shoulders, looking away.

Hatred fills me for every man who has ever been before me, and not just because theyโ€™ve had a taste of whatโ€™s mine, but because they made her feel anything less than the stunning woman she is.

โ€œWell, Vee, Iโ€™ve been dreaming about burying my head between your legs since around the time we met, so I want to. But if you donโ€™t, then we wonโ€™t.โ€

She hesitates, contemplating her decision. โ€œI want you to,โ€ she quietly admits.

A sneaky smile lifts on my lips as I slip my sweatshirt off over my head. My palms engulf her thighs, thumbs exploring. โ€œIf you want me to stop, say something. Otherwise, I donโ€™t plan on coming up for air until my lips are covered in your cum.โ€

โ€œJesus.โ€ She falls back onto the kitchen island behind her. โ€œYou have no filter.โ€

I pull her hips to me, off the edge, rolling my pelvis against the spot between her legs. A soft needy whimper escapes her throat as she arches her back, repeating the motion.

Finding the waistband, I swiftly peel the jeans off her thick thighs, needing to feel her warmth instead of the denim. But when her pants hit the floor, Iโ€™m stuck in a trance, mesmerized by the dark purple see-through thong that does absolutely nothing other than make my dick strain against my sweatpants.

โ€œUm…โ€ I stumble before swallowing. โ€œThese are…yeah…fuck.โ€

Flattening my thumb against her, I skim the mesh texture, wetting my hand and causing Stevie to arch into me.

โ€œDid you think something was going to happen tonight when you picked these out, sweetheart?โ€

โ€œI was hoping,โ€ she moans, writhing under my touch, needing more friction.

Glad weโ€™re on the same page with that because Iโ€™ve been hoping, praying, dreaming of this.

Lifting her hips, I peel off the flimsy plum fabric, dropping it to the ground. A breath hitches in my throat when her soft brown pussy comes into clearer view, already glistening with her arousal.

โ€œGod, youโ€™re beautiful.โ€

My fingers skim against her clit, circling, and the sight of Stevieโ€™s almost bare body with her curly hair sprawled on my kitchen island causes my cock to grow painfully hard.

โ€œKeep your hips off the edge.โ€ I get on my knees, draping her legs over my shoulders. โ€œGood girl, just like that.โ€

Placing soft lingering kisses on the inside of her thigh, I keep my eyes glued to her, watching as Stevie twitches underneath me. Her body is rigid and stiff with nerves, but I know how to settle her.

An orgasm or two will loosen her up, but more than that, constant praise does the trick.

My mouth trails against her skin, licking and skimming her soft legs, causing Stevie to wiggle in anticipation. When my mouth lines up with her pussy, I canโ€™t help but admire it for a moment before sinking in. Iโ€™ve been thinking about this for months, and the moment is finally here.

โ€œGoddamn.โ€ My voice is deeper and darker, and the word comes out almost like a breath of relief.

Without wasting another moment, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, causing Stevie to buck her hips into my face. Covering her with my lips, my tongue laps her folds, teasing and tasting.

Sheโ€™s sweet. So fucking sweet, giving her nickname a whole other meaning.

โ€œYou taste so fucking good,โ€ I remind her, my lips vibrating against her core.

She whimpers, her heels pushing into my shoulder blades as her fingers grasp for anything she can find.

She likes it. She wants more.

Her head is thrown back in pleasure, but she needs to watch this. โ€œEyes on me, Stevie girl.โ€

She does what I say, looking down, blue-greens pleading for me to continue.

My tongue finds her entrance as her fingers dig into my scalp, scratching my skin in that heavenly way. Her hips meet my tongue in pace as her heavy breaths, needy moans, and my fucking name leave her lips and fill the kitchen.

I lap, flick, and circle, all the while I keep my eyes on the pretty flight attendant who has no control over her own body. Her mouth has fallen open as she watches me, no longer concerned about my face being between her legs.

โ€œPlease,โ€ she begs. โ€œPlease, Zee, donโ€™t stop.โ€

I smile against her, hearing her plead my name. Begging gets me off the same way praise does her.

โ€œHow are you so fucking perfect, Stevie? So goddamn perfect.โ€

I continue my movements but pick up my pace and pressure as her thighs tighten around my cheeks. I focus on her clit as she jerks and twitches, her nails digging into my scalp.

Sucking and circling, my favorite girlโ€™s entire body tightens and contracts on my kitchen island, back arching and her arousal coating my lips while she cries my name. Slowing down my pace, I continue to taste her as she comes off her high, her body going limp around me.

Licking up everything she has to offer, I place a few soft kisses on her inner thigh before standing over her with far too much pride and arrogance

on my face.

โ€œThat…โ€ she takes a deep inhale, trying to control her breaths. โ€œYeah, thatโ€™s going to need to happen again.โ€

Thatโ€™s what I like to hear. And not only because making her come is quickly becoming my favorite pastime, but because sheโ€™s comfortable with me in a way she never thought she would be.

โ€œAny-fucking-time you want.โ€ I skim my palms over her bare legs before pulling her arms forward and bringing her sedated body to lean on mine. โ€œIโ€™ll have you for all three meals of the day.โ€

โ€œMmm,โ€ she hums into my chest.

Laughing, I pick her up off the island, carrying her tired body with her legs wrapped around me, her pussy resting on my bare stomach. โ€œWe arenโ€™t done yet, sweetheart, so donโ€™t go falling asleep on me from just one orgasm.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€ She wraps her arms around my neck. โ€œItโ€™s my turn.โ€ โ€œI donโ€™t think thatโ€™s such a good idea.โ€

Her head snaps back, away from my chest, to look at me.

I kiss her scowling lips. โ€œI havenโ€™t had sex in more than two months, and if your very fuckable lips come anywhere near my dick, Iโ€™m not going to last ten seconds.โ€

She chuckles in my grasp. โ€œMr. Zanders, I never took you for a two- pump chump.โ€

โ€œWell, Miss Shay, I never thought there was going to be a sassy flight attendant who came into my life and caused me to be abstinent.โ€

A soft smile overtakes her lips. โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to wait. I never expected that, and it wouldnโ€™t have changed anything for me. It wouldnโ€™t have changed how I feel about you.โ€

โ€œI know,โ€ I reassure her, carrying her to my room. โ€œBut why would I want anyone else after Iโ€™ve had you?โ€

She buries herself into my chest as her arms tighten around my neck. โ€œThe praise kink is really doing wonders for my vagina, Zee.โ€

โ€œI can tell. Youโ€™re soaking my stomach.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m not apologizing for that.โ€

Laughing, I kiss the side of her head. โ€œAs you shouldnโ€™t.โ€

Entering my room, I flick on the light before placing Stevie on my bed. Her chestnut curls sprawl against my expensive sheets as her curvy body settles into the lux mattress.

She melts into it, getting comfortable. โ€œOh my God. Iโ€™m never leaving this bed.โ€

โ€œPlease donโ€™t.โ€

โ€œReally, though, how rich are you?โ€

My head falls back with a laugh. โ€œPretty fucking rich.โ€ โ€œYour penthouse is so fancy. I feel out of place.โ€

Climbing right on top of her, Stevieโ€™s legs spread around me. I lay my giant body on her, our chests flush as I kiss her slow and deep, holding her and stroking my thumb against her cheekbone.

โ€œYouโ€™re fucking beautiful, and youโ€™re in the exact right place. My fancy penthouse looks a hundred times better with you in it.โ€

โ€œEven with my dirty Nikes and baggy jeans that you hate?โ€

โ€œEspecially with those.โ€ I nudge her nose with mine. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t hate them. I just like giving you shit. But seeing you all dressed up at the gala, I realized how much I missed your thrifted style because thatโ€™s you. And I like you.โ€

Her face softens, cocking her head before her sassy brow lifts in a challenge. โ€œCan you still fuck me as if you hate me, though?โ€

Wild fucking girl.

โ€œFirstโ€ฆโ€ I kiss her lips, trailing my mouth against her jaw, grinding down on her. โ€œIโ€™m going to show you just how much I like you.โ€ Pushing my hips into hers, I hide in the crook of her neck. โ€œThen Iโ€™ll fuck you like I donโ€™t.โ€

โ€œMmm, variety.โ€

Her hands run the length of my back as she tilts her hips, lining herself up with my dick and asking for friction. I gladly give it to her, ready to get these fucking sweatpants off so I can bury myself inside her.

Stevieโ€™s soft hand dips into the waistband, finding my cock and stroking

it.

โ€œFuck.โ€ My face falls to her chest. โ€œYou feel so good.โ€

She bends both knees on either side of me, continuing to grip me with

the perfect amount of pressure. โ€œZee, I need you.โ€

I push into her hand again, but at the same time, I have to focus on not coming from feeling her bare skin on mine. Lifting myself off the bed, I quickly jog into one of the guest rooms down the hall, needing a condom. I donโ€™t keep them in my room because my bed is typically reserved for sleeping, but Iโ€™ll need to clear some space in my nightstand after tonight.

As I re-enter, I watch Stevie peel off her tank top as she sits up on my bed, leaving only her bra in place. Itโ€™s a deep shade of plum, all sexy and revealing, but still, it covers too much.

โ€œOff,โ€ I command, nodding towards her tits.

Her brows shoot up in challenge. โ€œOff,โ€ she retorts, motioning towards my pants.

I love when sheโ€™s a smartass to me. Initially, it was equally annoying as it was intriguing, but now it makes me crazy in the best possible way.

โ€œYou do the honors, sweetheart.โ€ I take two leisurely strides to the bed as Stevie sits on the edge, spreading her legs as I stand in front of her.

Her eyes lock on mine as she unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor, all the while her confident gaze watches me admire her. This is a complete one-eighty from the last time she undressed in front of me, and I couldnโ€™t be happier that it is.

I swallow hard, seeing all of her as she sits naked on my bed, right in front of my rock-hard dick.

Stevie slips her fingertips into my pants, pulling them down, and when my cock bounces to its full glory right in front of her mouth, I realize what a terrible idea it might have been to have her undress me.

Her stare is fixated on it as she licks her lips, but before she can touch it, I hold the condom out between my index and middle finger, asking her to take control. Because honestly, if she touches my bare skin with either her hand or her mouth, Iโ€™m going to come.

As she rolls it on, I canโ€™t help but watch, loving the way her ring- covered fingers barely connect around the size of my cock. Shockingly enough, my ego still has room to inflate, and seeing her hands look minuscule compared to my dick, does just that.

Tilting her chin up, I cover her mouth with mine, urging her back against the bed. She finds the pillow, resting her curls on it, as I climb right on top of her.

I kiss every inch of her lips, jaw, neck, and chest, taking one of her pretty brown nipples between my teeth. Stevie arches her back, pushing her tits into my face. I bury myself in them, kissing and grabbing anything I can get my hands on before I make my way back to her mouth.

I nudge her legs with my knee, opening them around me.

Iโ€™m about to do something Iโ€™ve never done before, and thatโ€™s have sex with a fuck-ton of eye contact and intimacy, but Iโ€™ve never wanted anything

more.

With our faces pressed together, I rub my body against hers. The soft curves are a welcome reminder of what Iโ€™ve been missing and dreaming of for two and a half months.

โ€œPut it in, sweetheart.โ€

I kiss her temple before her blue-green gaze connects with mine, saying plenty more than youโ€™d assume from the silence between us.

Pulling back my hips, both of our attention shifts south, watching as Stevieโ€™s hand finds me and lines me up before guiding me inside.

She whimpers into my ear, a heavenly echo that flows through my entire body as I slide in deeper and deeper. Once Iโ€™m all the way in, I have to pause, steadying myself and giving us both a moment to adjust to the feeling and fullness.

Our chests rise and fall in sync, and Iโ€™ve never felt more connected to someone than I do at this moment. I canโ€™t explain it, but for the first time in my life, I get it.

My knuckles grip the sheets around us, turning white with restraint when thankfully, Stevieโ€™s fingernails scratch against the skin of my shoulder blades, her hips pressing up, needing movement.

I pull back before I drive into her, deep and slow.

โ€œOh my God, Zee.โ€ She holds on to me, her arms keeping me close as I continue my torturous pace. โ€œYou feel amazing.โ€

โ€œSweetheart,โ€ I laugh, lifting to look at her. โ€œMy ego is already fucking huge, and Iโ€™m trying not to come in under thirty seconds, so leave the praising to me, please.โ€

Her smile is soft and cute, so I press my lips to hers before I thrust forward again, filling her. Her moans are breathy, laced with need, like music to my ears.

I canโ€™t help but watch as her full lips part, her ocean eyes locked on mine, and her tits bouncing against my chest with every intentional push. The amount of eye contact wouldโ€™ve been alarming a few months ago, but now, I canโ€™t look away. I need to see my effect on her. I need her to see her effect on me.

โ€œI like you so much, Zee,โ€ she whispers, stroking a hand down my face, her eyes soft and with so much sincerity.

My forehead falls to her chest as I continue my movements, needing to hide a bit.

Her words are something I didnโ€™t think I would ever hear, especially with the meaning behind them. They fill me with the hope that maybe one day there will be even more between us. That maybe one day I will love this woman, and maybe somehow, she will find a way to love me.

I didnโ€™t think that was possible before her, but maybe my future isnโ€™t as bleak as I once assumed.

My breath swirls with her damp skin. โ€œYou have no idea how much I needed you, Stevie.โ€

She tilts her cheek against mine, her hand cupping the back of my head, holding me to her. โ€œI needed you too.โ€

I pull back to look at her, her eyes begging for me. โ€œBut what I really need is for you to give me more. So, I want you to fuck me so hard you smack me in the face with that chain around your neck, please.โ€

My head falls to her shoulder in laughter. โ€œMy wild fucking girl.โ€ Kissing her lips, we chuckle into each other, putting the emotional stuff on pause.

I wrap my hand around the base of her throat, lightly choking her, the amusement between us shifting. โ€œThen I want to hear you beg my name like a fucking prayer, Stevie girl.โ€

She whimpers, arching off the mattress and pushing her hips into mine.

And with that, my thrusts are deeper. Punishing. Unrelenting. The base of my spine is buzzing, ready to come, but I concentrate on making sure she gets there first.

โ€œOh my God,โ€ she cries. โ€œRight there. Donโ€™t stop, Zee. Please, donโ€™t stop.โ€

I donโ€™t stop. I continue my same pace and pressure as I watch the euphoria take over her pretty freckled face. Her lips have fallen open as her eyes connect and hold my attention, making me lost in them the way I usually am around the aqua-eyed beauty.

Two more heavy thrusts and Stevieโ€™s nails dig into my ass, her walls tightening around me and her back arching off the mattress. I come right with her, thankful I could somehow hold back until she was ready.

Her name comes off my lips, sandwiched between a few breathy curse words before she captures my mouth with hers. Her hand cups the back of my neck as we unconsciously continue to move together. Eventually, my heaving body falls limp on top of hers as she gently strokes my back. I

continue to kiss her softly until both of our breathing slows, and we melt into the bed, holding one another.

โ€œWeโ€™re going to do that all night.โ€

She laughs below me. โ€œYes, please.โ€

Leaning up, we hold each otherโ€™s eye for a moment before I nudge her nose with mine and capture her soft lips once more. โ€œMine,โ€ I murmur against them.

โ€œSo very caveman of you.โ€

โ€œMm-hmm,โ€ I hum. โ€œMine.โ€ I kiss her mouth. โ€œMine.โ€ My lips move to her throat. โ€œMine.โ€ I thrust my hips against hers.

Taking her hand, I pull her thumb between my lips before using my teeth to gently remove the gold ring she always nervously spins. But I donโ€™t replace it. Not on her hand, at least. Instead, I slip it onto my empty pinky finger, claiming it. And her.

โ€œMine,โ€ I repeat.

Looking up with eager eyes, I wait for what she has to say.

She curves her hand around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. โ€œYours,โ€ she confirms.

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