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Eight years Later

Zoey

I let out a loud squeal of excitement as the clock strikes eight, the sound echoing through the quiet house. It’s time for him to get home, and my heart races at the thought of finally seeing him after an entire weekend of being apart.

God, it’s been so long. Two nights feels like an eternity when he’s away, and nightly video chats are not the same thing as sharing a bed with my husband.

There is a wide grin on my face as I jump up before I am immediately reminded to take it easy. My babies are tucked away in their room, and I can’t afford to wake two toddlers up. It took me glasses of milk and three bedtime stories to get them to sleep. I can’t risk waking them up, so I stifle my excitement, biting my lip to suppress another sequel.

I keep my footsteps light and careful against the wooden floors. I glide toward the window, planting my face against the glass as I peer into the dark, scanning for his car, but the world outside remains a disappointing shade of gray.

He said he would be home by eight!

To be fair, he couldn’t have guessed his ETA down to the minute, but I can’t help myself. This is the longest we’ve gone without each other. Normally we travel together when he races as the kids love to see their dad on track, and then the rest of our time is spent in Valor Springs. This time I opted to stay home with the kids and let him travel alone since he was only going to sign the team contracts that have been in negotiation for months.

I just never anticipated three days being so long. Technically, it’s been two days and eight hours—not that I am counting—but it still feels like an eternity.

My heart nearly gives out when the driveway lights flicker to life and a warm pool of light is cast on the pavement. I hold my breath, leaning closer and straining to catch a glimpse of the headlights approaching, half terrified that it might be only a passing car, but my heart flutters in excitement when I realize it’s him.

He’s home!

I’m at the door before he exits the car, fighting the urge to make a sound in case I wake the kids sleeping upstairs, and when he walks in, there’s little that can hold me back as I fling myself into his arms.

Zach crushes me in his embrace, burying his face in my hair, and I can feel his heart beat hard against mine. Outside looking in, one would think we’re reuniting after years of being apart and not just three days, but it’s been this way for us since the beginning. Lana teases me about how I can’t spend a day without with my husband, but I let it go because it’s the truth. The first day we walked into this house together, something shifted between us. We became each other’s world.

“I’ve missed you so goddamned much!” he rasps into my neck, his hot breath caressing the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

“It has only been three days, Zach,” I tease, hiding the fact that I was practically vibrating with excitement in anticipation of his arrival, nose planted to the window like some weirdo.

“Three days feels a thousand years when I am away from you and the kids,” he says, pushing back, and his eyes shift to the staircase. “Did they go to bed already? Isn’t it a little early for them?”

It is. The kids are allowed to stay up until eight-thirty on weekends. “We had a fun day playing at the park, so I guess they were worn out.”

His mouth stretches in a knowing smile. “You naughty girl, did you tire the kids out with games so you could have me to yourself tonight?”

I kick the door closed behind us, taking his hand in mine as I lead him into the living room. “I am not answering that without my lawyer present,” I say, pushing him onto the couch I was lounging on earlier. His head falls back with a laugh, his eyes flaring with heat when I climb over his lap to straddle him, smiling when I feel his hardness press against my inner thigh. “Tonight, only I get to have you.”

“Is that so?”

“It is so,” I whisper tugging off my sweater to reveal the negligee I have underneath. It’s silk and sheer, and with the way his breath catches in his throat, I can tell it’s already working its magic. “Like what you see?”

“Jesus, baby, are you trying to kill me?”

I bite my lip, cupping my breasts over the thin cloth and massaging them as I watch for his reaction. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” I breathe, feeling some feminine pride when his eyes darken with arousal. “Got myself all wet and slick waiting for your big cock. Wanna see?”

Zach slides his hand up to my nape and pulls my lips down on his. My eyes flutter to a close at the first contact, my heart clenching with affection as his lips move against mine in a slow glide before he lets out a growl and deepens the kiss. “Fuck me, kitten, you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” he rasps against my lips, shifting to trail his mouth down my neck, but I push away.

“Wait, I have a better idea,” I say, chuckling at the confusion I read in his eyes that quickly shifts back to heat when I climb off his lap and drop to my knees on the carpet between his legs. Those dark eyes are firmly on me as I lower his zipper and take out his massive cock with my slender hand.

Eight years of marriage, nearly every night which has been spent in bed with this man, but I still blush when he looks at me. I am the textbook example of a successful fan who marries their favorite driver, but I still find myself fangirling. No matter how many people I meet or interview, no one has ever been able to top Zach’s status in my eyes.

He has been and will always be my favorite racer!

I stroke his hard cock before leaning in to lick the salt from the tip, making him groan. “Show me how you want it,” I purr.

“You are so goddamned perfect, Zoey,” he grinds out, his voice thick as he combs his fingers through my hair and grabs a fistful, using the other hand to fist his cock. My eyes stay on his as he eases his thickness into my eager mouth until my eyes tear up before he pulls back. “You’re the most beautiful thing, on your knees choking on my cock.” He works himself back into my mouth, pushing deep until I am gasping from lack of air before he pulls back. He repeats the motion, finding a comfortable pace as he slides his shaft in and out of my mouth until he’s panting like he’s the one out of air. I bob my head up and down, taking him into my throat like I am starved for the taste of him. His thighs quake with the effort of controlling his thrusts. “Fuck, I can’t wait!”

I barely have time to fill my lungs with air before I’m lifted back onto his lap. He pushes my lingerie up, growling when he finds me bare underneath. I grab his shoulder, swallowing a whimper when he guides his erection to my entrance and drives it inside of me in a single thrust. My back arches, and I bite hard on my lip to stop my cry, afraid the noise will wake the kids upstairs.

“W-we need to be quiet,” I breathe, fighting back the impulse to moan loudly when he clutches my bottom and urges me to ride him. “Zach—”

“We’ll be quiet, baby,” he says gutturally, squeezing my ass, his fingertips digging hard into my skin. I bite my lip as I start riding his thick erection, loving the way he stretches me. There is affection in his eyes, love reflected in those beautiful grays. I always think it impossible to fall for him any further than I already have, but he keeps surprising me.

My eyes stay on his as I rock my hips desperately over his, whining when I realize I want more, and Zach must have the same thought because he flips us around on the couch before sliding his cock back inside me. “Want it hard and fast,” I beg when his thrusts start slow. “Take me. Remind me that I belong to you!”

He takes my words as a challenge. “Mine!” he growls, wrapping a hand around my throat as he quickens his pace. My back arches off the couch as he hammers his thick cock into me, my sobs growing more desperate with every thrust.

He slams his mouth down on mine to mute my cries, our tongues tangling in an erotic dance as he rams into me like a starved animal, his thrusts turning downright brutal, but I love every second of it.

“Missed this, missed you,” I breathe against his lips even as heat rushes to my core, threatening to explode and sweep me off the cliff. My legs begin to shake seconds before pleasure zips through my body, my sex squeezing him tight as I orgasm. His hand tightens on my throat as he drives faster into my sex, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the air, and it takes him only three more pumps before he comes with a roar he mutes by burying his face in my neck. He grinds his cock into me, filling me with his release before going slack and dropping against me.

“Fuck, baby, you know how to make a guy feel special.”

“Only you,” I say with a satisfied sigh, tightening my arms around him. “Missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too, baby,” he says, kissing my temple, and we’re just starting to relax when a cry from upstairs grabs our attention. “Fuck!” Zach curses out as he scrambles to get up. He tucks himself away as I work on straightening my clothes, grabbing my discarded sweater and throwing it on. We both still for a second when the noise stops. Zach lets out a soft laugh.

“I think they were telling us to keep it down,” I chuckle, dropping my head against my husband’s chest, listening to the fast beating of his heart. “We should probably take this to the bedroom.”

“You’re right,” Zach says, and I giggle when he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room, reminding me yet again of the first day we visited this house. The day I decided to make Valor Springs my home.

The day Zach became my home, wherever we go.

~The End