The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

Roxie glanced at him, too tired to argue properly.

Besides, the way Zac said it made her squirm in her seat, which was ridiculous considering they had already fucked hours ago. Her ankle hurt, her body was still sore from earlier, and she had spent the rest of the day watching Angela fall apart. She should have wanted nothing except food, painkillers and sleep.

Instead, when Zac leaned over to kiss her before she could open the car door, Roxie grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him closer.

The kiss deepened almost immediately. Zac groaned into her mouth, one hand slipping beneath her shirt as though the bungalow door wasn’t only a few steps away. His palm closed around her breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple through her bra, making Roxie moan before she managed to pull away.

"Let’s go."

Zac breathed hard against her mouth for another second before dragging his hand away. Roxie almost regretted stopping him the instant his warmth disappeared, especially when he looked at her like getting out of the car was suddenly the most inconvenient thing she could have suggested.

They barely made it inside.

Zac kept one arm around her waist as they walked through the door, careful with her ankle, but Roxie only managed three steps into the hallway before she turned in his arms and kissed him again. Whatever patience she had forced herself to have outside disappeared the second the door closed behind them.

"Roxie," he groaned against her mouth. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole fucking day."

She couldn’t either. Once Angela finally calmed enough for Roxie to stop watching her every second, her mind had gone straight back to the shower. Back to Zac’s hands, his mouth, the weight of him between her legs and the fullness she could almost feel again just from remembering it.

Apparently having him earlier had done absolutely nothing to satisfy her. If anything, now that Roxie knew what it felt like to have Zac inside her, her body seemed to want him every time he got close enough to touch.

Zac backed her carefully against the hallway wall and took most of her weight before lifting her. Roxie wrapped her arms around his neck while his mouth moved from hers to her jaw and down her throat, his other hand sliding beneath her shirt.

Her shoulders hit the plaster softly.

Zac ground against her.

"I want to fuck you here," he groaned against her neck. "Right now."

"Yes."

The answer came so quickly Roxie barely recognized her own voice.

Heat rushed through her almost instantly, her body responding like it had spent the last several hours waiting for him to bring her home. Zac pushed her sweatpants down far enough to get them out of the way, and the look he gave her when he saw how wet she already was made her cheeks burn.

"Fuck, Roxie."

She opened her legs wider instead of hiding.

His fingers slid between her thighs, stroking softly over her clit, and Roxie buckled against him with a moan.

"You sure?"

Roxie tugged his hoodie higher and dragged him back into a deep kiss. "Yes. Here."

Zac worked one hand between them and opened his jeans just enough while keeping her securely supported against the wall. He pushed her underwear aside, fingers dragging through how wet she was before wrapping his hand around himself and lining up.

The thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

Roxie sucked in a breath.

Zac pushed inside slowly, and her fingers tightened around his shoulders as the stretch opened her around him. Even after earlier, she still needed those first few seconds to adjust to the pressure, but the strange invasive feeling from their first time was almost gone now. Her body knew him.

By the time he was fully seated inside her, Roxie was already breathing harder.

"God, Roxie..." Zac rested his forehead against hers. "You feel incredible."

Then he started moving.

Deep, steady thrusts filled the quiet hallway, powerful without making her injured ankle take any weight. Roxie clung to his shoulders with one leg wrapped around his waist while Zac kept the braced one supported beneath his arm.

The wet sound of him sliding inside her grew louder as he moved.

Roxie could feel how soaked she was getting, enough that she wondered whether it was already running between them and dripping onto the floor.

"Zac..."

"I’ve got you."

He adjusted his grip and angled her differently.

The next thrust went deeper.

A squeal escaped her before she could stop it.

Zac’s mouth curved against her neck, but Roxie had no room to be embarrassed because he did it again, bottoming out hard enough that the fullness punched another moan from her.

"You’re so fucking hot," he whispered. "So perfect like this."

The pleasure built quickly because her body was still sensitive from earlier. Zac felt the change in her before Roxie could say anything, one hand staying firm beneath her while the other slipped between them and found her clit.

Roxie’s head fell back against the wall.

Every slow circle of his fingers met another deep thrust, and suddenly she was clinging to him harder, her breath breaking against his shoulder.

"That’s it," Zac murmured. "I’ve got you."

Roxie came with a broken moan, her whole body tightening around him. Her thighs trembled while the orgasm rolled through her, and Zac kept her firmly against him, continuing with slower, deeper strokes until his own breathing lost its rhythm.

"Fuck."

His arms tightened.

Then he buried himself fully inside her with a low groan and finished.

Roxie stayed wrapped around him afterward, forehead pressed into the side of his neck while both of them struggled to catch their breath. She could feel the warmth of his semen inside her and the mess between them, but neither seemed particularly interested in moving.

Eventually her ankle complained enough to ruin the moment.

Zac felt her shift and immediately pulled away enough to look at her. Roxie barely had time to protest before he carried her into the living room and sat on the couch with her still in his arms.

This time she didn’t complain.

She curled against his chest and let her body sink into him while Zac rubbed slow circles over her back. His heartbeat gradually settled beneath her cheek, and without the heat of sex swallowing everything else, Angela drifted back into Roxie’s thoughts.

Angela asleep against Caleb.

Angela defending him while everyone around her had started doubting him.

Roxie understood it better now. If everyone in Briarwick suddenly told her Zac had betrayed her, she wasn’t sure she would believe them either. Maybe she would demand proof. Maybe she would scream at everyone to mind their own fucking business. Maybe she would keep defending him until Zac himself looked into her eyes and told her the truth.

She trusted him that completely.

His phone lit up on the coffee table.

Dylan.

Roxie noticed the name before Zac leaned over and silenced it.

She smiled faintly against his chest. "Your boyfriend."

Zac only squeezed her waist before tossing the phone farther away.

Roxie should have closed her eyes and stayed exactly where she was.

Instead, something about his hand settling back against her hip made her lift her head.

Zac looked down.

Roxie kissed him.

There was no sudden rush this time. She stayed close and kissed him slowly while his palm moved along her side, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. She could still feel the pleasant soreness between her thighs and the wetness left from the hallway, which should have been enough to remind both of them that they had just finished.

Apparently it reminded them of something else instead.

Roxie shifted higher onto his lap.

Zac exhaled against her mouth.

His hands settled around her waist automatically.

Neither of them acknowledged what was happening. Roxie kept kissing him while her hips moved almost absentmindedly, and somewhere between one kiss and the next she felt him getting hard underneath her again.

She stopped for half a second.

Jesus Christ.

Zac opened his eyes.

Roxie looked at him.

Then she rolled her hips deliberately.

His head dropped back against the couch.

"Fuck."

That was all the encouragement she needed.

She shifted until she was properly straddling him, mindful of the brace while Zac held her steady. Their mixed wetness still coated her thighs, and when Roxie ground herself along his hard length, the slickness made every movement smooth enough to send another pulse of heat through her.

He really couldn’t get enough of her.

The thought made something possessive and ridiculously pleased curl inside her because she was exactly the same.

Zac pushed her shirt higher and Roxie raised her arms to let him take it off. He shoved her bra up rather than bothering with the clasp, bent forward and closed his mouth around one nipple.

Roxie moaned and rocked harder against him.

"You’re going to kill me," Zac muttered against her breast.

His voice vibrated against her skin, making her shiver.

Then he shifted them.

Roxie landed against the couch cushions with Zac over her, already reaching between them. He wrapped his hand around his cock and lined himself against her again.

Roxie looked down.

Her pussy was wet enough to glisten beneath the low light.

They should probably bother with foreplay.

Roxie couldn’t make herself care.

She wanted him inside her again.

Wanted the pressure.

Wanted him fucking her until her mind stopped producing questions about Angela, Caleb, Bianca and tomorrow.

Zac pushed inside.

Roxie’s head fell back against the cushion with a moan as he filled her again. The stretch came easier now, her body still loose and wet from the hallway, and Zac barely needed to wait before she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer.

He understood.

The couch creaked beneath them as he started fucking her in long, deep strokes. Roxie gripped his shoulders while his mouth moved over her neck and chest, every thrust pushing more slickness between them until the sound of their bodies became obscene in the otherwise silent house.

Roxie loved it.

Loved that Zac was apparently just as ridiculous as she was. Loved that he could finish inside her and somehow still be hard again twenty minutes later because she climbed onto his lap.

His hand slipped between them.

Roxie gasped when his fingers found her clit.

The pleasure built faster now. Her body had already been pushed through enough orgasms today that every circle made her thighs twitch and her walls tighten around him.

"Fuck."

Zac groaned into her neck when she clenched.

Roxie came quietly this time, mouth open against his shoulder while her body tightened around him in long trembling waves. Zac kept thrusting through it until his own control disappeared, his arms closing tightly around her as he finished again with a drawn out groan.

Afterward neither of them bothered moving very far.

Zac rolled enough to keep his weight off her, and Roxie immediately curled against his side. His hand moved slowly along her back while her breathing settled, but even with exhaustion sinking deeper into her limbs, she kept touching him without thinking.

Her fingers traced his chest.

Then his stomach.

Zac caught her hand.

Roxie looked up.

He was smiling.

She narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing."

Roxie knew that smile.

She pulled her hand free and deliberately dragged her fingertips down his stomach again.

The smile disappeared.

For several minutes they stayed tangled together like that, occasionally kissing, touching without enough energy to turn it into anything else. Roxie really thought the worst of whatever possessed them had finally passed by the time Zac picked her up and carried her toward the bedroom.

She rested against his shoulder, eyes already half closed.

The mattress looked heavenly.

Roxie crawled beneath the blankets while Zac changed beside the bed, pulled the pillow beneath her head and closed her eyes.

Finally.

Then she heard the rustle of his shirt coming off.

Roxie opened her eyes.

Zac stood beside the bed shirtless.

Her gaze moved over him before she could stop it.

The broad shoulders.

The hard chest.

The abs she had already spent an unreasonable amount of time touching today.

Zac noticed.

Roxie met his eyes.

Neither said anything.

That somehow made it worse.

He climbed into bed beside her and Roxie turned onto her side, determined to sleep. Zac settled close behind her, one hand resting lightly against her waist.

For a while, they behaved.

Then his fingers moved beneath the hem of her shirt.

Barely anything.

Just a lazy touch against her stomach.

Roxie closed her eyes.

His thumb stroked once over her skin.

She turned.

Zac looked at her.

Roxie kissed him.

The kiss stayed soft for several seconds, almost sleepy, until Roxie pushed against his chest and rolled him onto his back.

Zac let her.

She climbed over him.

This time there was no pretending either of them had accidentally ended up there again.

Roxie sat astride him and looked down.

Something warm moved through her chest that had very little to do with sex.

She had spent years making sure every part of herself looked exactly the way she wanted people to see it. Even recently, she had worried about something as stupid as a few days of stubble before letting Zac look at her.

Now she sat naked above him without thinking about any of it.

His eyes moved over her like he still couldn’t get enough.

Roxie knew the feeling.

Her hand slid between them and wrapped around his cock. Zac’s stomach tightened beneath her other palm as she stroked him slowly until he was hard enough for what she wanted.

Roxie guided him against herself.

Then sank down.

A broken moan left her as he filled her in one steady movement.

Zac’s hands immediately closed around her waist.

Even now, after everything they had already done, the pressure of him inside her still made her hips twitch. Roxie stayed still long enough to enjoy the fullness before she started moving.

Slowly at first.

Long rolls of her hips that made Zac’s fingers tighten against her skin.

Roxie braced both hands against his chest and rose before sinking over him again. The wet sound followed every movement, their bodies still messy enough from earlier that she could feel his previous release mixed with her own wetness between them.

It should have been filthy enough to embarrass her.

Instead, it made her hotter.

She took him deeper.

Zac’s breath broke.

"Roxie..."

She leaned down and kissed him, mouth opening against his while she kept riding him. The exhaustion in her thighs made every movement feel heavier, but it also made her more aware of the thick drag of him inside her.

She wanted that ache.

Wanted him deep enough that she would still feel him tomorrow.

Zac started meeting her rhythm, lifting his hips carefully beneath her. One hand slid up her back and pulled her closer while the other found its way between them.

His fingers touched her clit.

Roxie faltered.

A needy moan slipped into his mouth.

She sat upright again and moved faster.

Her thighs were already trembling, but she kept going, watching Zac beneath her. His jaw tightened every time she sank fully over him. His eyes stayed locked on her. His hands looked almost painfully restrained around her waist, like he wanted to take control but was letting Roxie have this.

She loved seeing him ruined underneath her.

The pleasure tightened low in her body until suddenly everything broke.

Roxie came with a shaky moan, clenching around him while she continued moving through it. Zac cursed and gripped her harder, his hips meeting hers until he finally pulled her down against him and finished deep inside her.

Roxie stayed there.

Even after the shaking eased.

Even after Zac’s hands relaxed against her waist.

She stayed settled over him because she wasn’t ready to lose the fullness yet.

Eventually her thighs gave up completely and she collapsed against his chest.

Zac wrapped both arms around her.

Her body felt pleasantly heavy now, her ankle finally resting and her mind quieter than it had been the entire weekend. Roxie traced one lazy finger across his chest, still touching him because apparently even exhaustion couldn’t fix that.

Zac rolled his head toward her.

"You still haven’t eaten."

Roxie made a tired sound against him.

He kissed her shoulder, and even that somehow carried enough heat to make her smile.

"God, Roxie. I still want more."

She chuckled, already halfway to sleep. "Do you want to feed me or fuck me?"

"Both."

Roxie opened one eye. "Either way, I’m full."

Zac groaned and buried his face against her neck.

Roxie laughed softly, kissed the top of his head and let herself melt into him.

"I love you."

His arms tightened.

"I love you more, babe."

Angela had spent days wondering whether Caleb still wanted her.

Roxie’s problem was apparently the exact opposite. She and Zac couldn’t seem to have enough of each other, and tonight she had no interest in figuring out whether that was healthy, ridiculous or both.

Tomorrow Bianca would become their problem again.

Angela would wake up with Caleb beside her. Karen would be there. The school would start digging through whatever Caleb gave them, and Roxie would finally have somewhere to direct all the anger that had been building inside her.

Tonight, Zac was warm beneath her, his arms were around her, and for the first time all weekend nobody else needed anything from Roxie.

She closed her eyes and let that be enough.