In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) (11 page)

Wait!

Did I just say that?

I measured my lifts and drops, being sure to squeeze my thighs tight enough against his abs to rise to the tip of him, but not relaxing them to the point of being filled to the hilt.
No
. Because Ezra’s dick had special powers when he’d reached deep enough inside of me. So every thrust over him was made with precision. I had to be careful.

Even when his hot palms came to massage my enthusiastic breasts bouncing in the air over him, I fought to remain in control of my pleasure.
My ride, my guide, my pace
. I shouted the mantra loudly in my fuzzy brain that was crowding from the growing pleasure.

I’m in control
.

Even as I peered down on my husband, whose eyes were smoldering with desire, face tight with fierce need, I told myself I was in control. But when Ezra’s lids closed in apparent yielding to the pleasure I was providing, my thighs didn’t contract as tightly and I lost rhythm, and when I lost my tempo, I dropped too quickly taking him all in. And when I felt his head hit the crown of my uterus where it was sensitive to his cock, a spark of pleasure coursed me, knocking me off balance again. So again, I dropped too low and was assaulted with zings of dangerous pleasure. It didn’t take many of those before I lost control and totally engulfed him over and over and over until—

“Oh, no!” I cried.

Before hurling over the edge, I caught the curling of his full lips when the arrogant bastard understood the corner I’d just turned.

“Fuck!” I cried frustrated. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to com—” I cried out helplessly, rocked uncontrollably in bliss until I could feel my toes again.

“MOUTH!” Ezra cut my whining shriek when he lifted me from the mattress, tossed me onto my belly and was diving inside me before I could even settle my breath from his abrupt movements.

His thrusts were easy glides until he was well suited and began to plunge into me with unforgiving dives. My palms clenched the sheets as I held on, arching my back. He grunted each thrust and I squeezed my eyes against the physical and emotional pleasure of having him use me to get himself off. I don’t know how long he pounded into me, I just didn’t want Ezra to stop. And when I felt that familiar pull in my groin again, I had time to think.

“Permission to come, sir.” I barely heard myself against the noise in my head, against his fierce thrusts.

“Come with me, kitten!” Ezra demanded, and that command to be with him in that rapture of bliss sent me over the edge.

We both cried our insane pleasure. I could feel Ezra thicken in me as he released. And having him discharge inside me was pleasure enough, but going with him sent me over the damn moon!

Ezra slid out of me, breathing harsh and sweating profusely. He pulled me underneath him where I could feel the galloping of his heart against my back.
Shit!

“See what happens when you wait for me?” I panted.

“Is that why you want this?” he asked in earnest.

I turned to face him, his beard overgrown and eyebrows bushier than usual. Ezra was a sight of early morning ecstasy.

“I want this because it’s normal,” I grumbled, confused at why this was a big deal.

“To whom?” he asked, breathing still unstable.

That question stumped me. From the day of our agreement to create our own path, Ezra and I understood we wouldn’t be anything that resembled traditionalism. So, yeah… What was our normal? And what were we modeling it after?

My eyes fell just like my will. “I like it, okay?”

I turned away from him again. My heart aching in a way I wasn’t familiar with.
What the fuck, Lex?
What more did I want from this man who’d given more than most would say I was worth? Was waking up together on a Saturday morning that serious to disrupt what was right? Our arrangement. 

“Hey,” he hummed, his big hands cupping my arms, finagling me until I was on top of him again. He stroked my hair, further deluding me.
He doesn’t want small acts of affection
. “Remember, we’re authoring our own rule book. If there’s something you need from me—anything—you have to let me know so I can provide it.”

My head rose hopefully, my chin inches away from his tickling chest hairs. “Anything?”

Ezra sucked in a gulp of air, his brows hiked. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why the hell are you so nervous about what I could possibly say?” He was making
me
nervous, and pissed the hell off.

“Because it’s my role to care for you and if that isn’t happening, I’m failing at my job. I’m neglecting my vow to you when I proposed this thing. I am not indifferent to failure. It has never agreed with my spirit, beloved.” I heard the reverberation in his chest.

I believed Ezra made good on each detail he’d proposed last spring. But something still felt off. There was still a bit of this arrangement that left me feeling inadequate.

“So, you’re ready for your first trip away as a married man?” I asked, purposely changing the subject.

There was a slight delay before he answered. Ezra gently pulled on my arms until my wrists were in his hands and he circled them soothingly.

“I will be by the end of the day. My plan was to complete my sermon by dinner, but now that there’s been a late start in my day, I have to recalculate my schedule.”

I yanked to leave his touch. He’d nipped me again, clipped my wings! But Ezra caught me, slamming me back into his chest. My head landed aside his.

“But I am well pleased with my delay, beloved. I promise to keep an open mind about doing this again. In the meantime, I want to wash you down, including your hair.”

Even at the sounds of his sexy chords trickling, I cringed.

“It’s too much work. I’ll have to go behind you and detangle it,” I whined.

“I thought compromise was demonstrated this morning,” he pushed.

I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Why do you want to wash my hair? That’s strange, Ezra.”

“It is not strange that I want to tend to your every need, beloved. Even if I don’t meet it each time, at least you know I am willing and capable. A part of my care is washing your hair. You have to get used to that. Now let’s go.” He slapped my ass. Hard. “I have an appointment with my barber at noon.”

I rolled off of him, onto my back. As he left the bed, my attention went to his wide sinewy back and ass that was a thick bundle of muscles. Observing his perfection had become more saddening for me. It was another thing I couldn’t put my finger on, but was so sensitive to the ache from it.

“Alexis!” Ezra shouted from the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes as I exhaled.

“Calm the fuck down, bossy man,” I murmured as I scooted off the bed.

The next day, late in the morning, I trekked down the stairs in his oversized bathrobe in search of him. I found him in the kitchen with Ms. Remah discussing something about the trees she wanted to plant in the backyard. He looked damn delicious in a three-piece navy blue suit minus the jacket, a checkered dress shirt and camel oxfords.

Goddamn!

I stood in the doorway across the room from them and listened in. Ezra seemed agreeable to her plans, though you’d never guess from the way she grunted after his every sentence with hard eyes. That was my Ms. Remah: hard shell, soft heart.

“I think that would be fantastic. Are you sure I can’t have the kids from up the road come help you dig and turn over the soil?” Ezra asked.

“Uhn-uhn!” Ms. Remah grunted.

“Would you like for me to arrange that request in case you change your mind in my absence?”

“Nuh, Ezra. I can do it on mi own. I nuh baby on yuh tit!” she tutted.

“Okay. I’ll leave the
Home Depot
card for you. Do what you need to do,” he continued being warm.

“I dun’t need it,” she rubbed her nose. “I got de money. What colors do yuh like, huhn? I get them.”

Ezra’s eyes flashed wide. That act of generosity was new to him. She was warming up.

“Uhhh…” he stammered, glancing down at the catalogue she must have brought to him. “I am partial to the Japanese maple tree, which has deep red leaves in spring and summer. I think it would work well with the color scheme you’ve got going so far back there.”

It had barely been a week and she’d been beautifying his property if that were even possible considering the additions he’d added recently. The structure was gorgeous alone. But Ms. Remah’s green thumb touches were added finesse. I was happy to see her taking up a hobby that she likely never could, given she worked so hard for years with no time to spare, and didn’t have property to flower up.

“Please do leave the information behind,” I announced from behind Ezra. He glanced over his shoulder. “You can’t be out there bending and digging in your condition, Ms. Remah,” I scolded mildly. “If you’re that serious about it, I can help you.”

Ms. Remah tutted again then went over to the stove to check on something she was cooking up. Ezra’s eyes bounced between the two of us, lost in the fight. When Ms. Remah was done at the stove she left out the back door for her place in the back. I shook my head, knowing she’d saw my ass later. Right now I had to get my shit together and send the big guy off.

Ezra paid me a smile and a moment of observance before nodding toward the door. I knew he was on the move. Soon he had to leave for his trip. I followed him out of the kitchen and into the hall.

“You ladies will be fine, correct?” he asked, facing ahead. “You have access to the accounts—that you never use, but I digress—and you have all of the local emergency numbers. You know what to do if there’s a bear sighting.”  I rolled my eyes as he turned into his office.

Ezra went straight to his desk and unplugged his devices, placing them into his bag. He was leaving. I’d be here alone. It had hit me in that moment. He was only going to Delaware to speak at a church and would return tomorrow morning, but this was weird.

“I expect you to answer me when I am speaking to you, Alexis,” he warned.

I wrinkled my face at him, begging his pardon. I refused to let him see how much his bossy ways intimidated and aroused me. “I’m too close to you not to have heard, Pastor.”

Ezra went still, his eyes challenging me, and mine shooting daggers right back. Then his face morphed into an uncontrollable smirk, and he continued packing.

“This is a part of the life as your wife: the travel.” My delivery was braver than I was feeling.

I’d never been a needy person. Actually, I preferred my space. Blame it on the only child syndrome. But this was something different. This was his home; a big ass house that I’d only been living in for a month and had never stayed in alone. It would be odd.

“It is. You could always come along,” he offered without looking at me.

“And do what?”

He stopped all movements, his eyes danced around in thought. “And be with me.” He continued with his bag.

“No thanks. Church people are not my shtick. In fact, I only dig one church dude, and he’s leaving,” I purred playfully. “Deuteronomy 24:5 promised me a year and I’ve barely gotten a month.”

His eyes landed on me again, this time dark and hooded. I knew that expression. Predator. Ezra stalked toward me until we were toe-to-toe.

“Beloved, do not needle the beast,” he groaned. “It is bad enough that I am unable to ravish that sienna frame before leaving home. You know by now I don’t take kindly to teasing.”

That was a revelation.

“So,” I whirred again, my hand going for his pelvis in search of the thickness of his dick. “you don’t just fast from food before preaching a sermon?”

I found it. It was hard and long, laying against his hard thigh: steel against steel. My hand stroked it over the cloth of his pants.

“Not all engagements. I only fast from food for some and abstain from sex for fewer. This is a unique case that needs my flesh to be tempered. And we know what you do to my flesh, kitten.” The droning of his chords shattered my flirtatious mood.

The game was over when he informed that I affected him. It was a boost to my ego. It was so powerful that I could see myself dropping to my knees to challenge his claim. But Ezra needed to go.