Page 103 of Merciless Obsession

“I… you’re welcome.”

She released me and hugged Tiffany tightly again. Both were still crying.

“Good luck, Tiffany.” I went to leave but she broke away from her mom and rushed me. Throwing her arm around me, she hugged me. “Thank you for saving me,” she whispered.

I started to get choked up. Returning her hug, I rubbed her back soothingly. “You’re welcome and good luck.”

She released me and went back to her mom’s side. I left the hospital almost in a daze. When I got to the truck where Ezra was waiting for me, I stared forward silently.

“Bumblebee,” I heard him call out, but it was muffled, almost as if I was under water.

“Ziora.” When his hand landed on my leg I jolted and whipped my head to the side.

“What happened?”

Licking my lips, I looked toward the entrance doors and shook my head. “Nothing. I’m just glad I was able to do more than just warn people from behind a computer screen.”

Ezra grabbed my hand and lifted it, kissing the back. “Your sister would be proud.” The pressure from earlier returned behind my eyes. I tucked my lips into my mouth and gave a stiff nod.

“Don’t hold it in. If you need to release the burden you’re feeling onto me, then do it. I’ll handle it for thebothof us.”His words curled around my heart and eased the tightening sensation that formed.

Ezra kept his hand laced through mine and started the truck.

I wasn’t sure what to make of him right now. I wasn’t used to this soft and caring side of Ezra. He was so assertive and intense. It almost felt as if he was empathizing with me, even if I knew he couldn’t. Ezra had so many parts to him and it seemed a new one had just been unlocked.

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I wasn’t sure how long I slept or even what time it was when I woke up the next day, but Ezra was still asleep under me on his back. After returning the truck we got Ezra’s car and he drove us back to his house. I passed out the moment I lay in his bed, feeling the weight of the day finally taking over. I didn’t even remember laying on him. Never in my life had I been a cuddler, so it was odd to me that I easily did it with him.

Yesterday played over in my head. It was a lot to take in and process. It was the first time I had ever done any hands-on saving and I couldn’t deny it was exhilarating. It made me understand why some people had hero complexes or even took the law into their own hands. The pride you got from doing a good deed and the sense of accomplishment was one I’d never felt before. Yes, my blog did a lot of good and brought awareness, but yesterday, for the first time, I felt like I was making a real difference.

Lifting my head, I eyed Ezra as he slept peacefully. It amazed me how someone could take a life then sleep like a baby all in the same day. His nose twitched slightly. His lips were firm and sensual. It amazed me that even asleep he was more stunningly virile than ever. Both his hair and goatee were perfectly edgedand groomed. I raked my eyes lower, watching his chest rise and fall slowly.

There were so many layers to this complex man. Different sides of the same coin. Last night I saw the darkness inside him. His eyes were cold and screamed danger. His voice was stoic and firm. Every move he made was precise and without hesitation. I’d seen him in action at The Barn but last night was completely different. He had tunnel vision, and when he came back to the truck, his demeanor was cool and calm, as if he hadn’t just taken a life. It was chilling, but I said nothing. In some way, knowing the lengths he would go to protect someone enhanced my feelings starting to develop for him.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I turned my head to his groin. His morning wood was present under the covers. My throat thickened and my mouth watered knowing what stood under the plush material.

Grabbing the covers, I pushed them down and eyed the burnt orange briefs. They hardly contained Ezra’s dick. Flicking my eyes up to make sure he was still asleep, I slowly moved down his body, gripping the waistline of his briefs and taking them with me. His dick sprang out, looking like an extra-large Snickers bar. Glancing up one last time, I hovered over his dick and circled his tip with my tongue before taking it in my mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t put into words how much I loved feeling the weight of his dick on my tongue and stretching my mouth.

I got lost in my mind as I slurped and bobbed my head up and down. It wasn’t until a hand gripped my head and pushed it down further did I snap back into reality. My eyes flickered up and Ezra’s eyes were open now, staring down at me with burning lust. I relaxed my throat and allowed Ezra to have his way with me. He groaned and cursed in a low, raspy voice as he came down my throat.

“Your mouth. Fuck,” he gritted.

Heat burst through my stomach.

I licked a path up to the tip, circled his length and trailed the thick vein on the side. When I got to the tip again, a soft moan left my mouth as I suckled it. My eyes went back to meet Ezra’s. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, fingers tangled in my curls.

When I lifted my head, I licked my lips, tasting him on them.

“That’s how I prefer to get woken up any day.” His hands caressed my cheek. He bounced his eyes around my face. “I thought you might wake up shaken today, but you seem fine to me.”

The corner of my bottom lip went into my mouth. I cleared my throat. “I wouldn’t say fine, but I’m not easily scared either.”

One corner of his mouth rose. “Even just waking up, you’re breathtaking.”

My cheeks flushed. “I should brush my teeth.” Pulling out of his touch, I scurried to get out of the bed and across the room to the bathroom. After releasing my bladder and washing my hands, I grabbed my toothbrush. Another first for me, having personal items at a guy’s house.

When I left the bathroom Ezra pushed off the bed and paused in front of me. His hand went to my side. “One day you’re going to be able to accept my compliments without running away from me.” He leaned forward and pecked my lips. The hairs on my arms raised. Ezra continued into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind him.