The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) (21 page)

Biting her thumbnail, she glanced over and Zach and back to me, sighing heavily.

“He wouldn’t acknowledge who you are Blake, because he doesn’t know,” she admitted.

“What?” I whispered, then stood and shoved my chair away. “
What?!
”

“Calm down, Blake,” Zach said.

“Stay out of this,” I snapped, losing my temper.

“Blake,” Mum started. “He knows
of
you. He knows you’re
mine
, but he doesn’t know you’re
his
. I couldn’t do that to him, Blake! He doesn’t know how to stay! That’s why he ignores you, why he looks through you as if you’re invisible. Because as far as he’s concerned, you’ll always be the reminder of the time the woman he loved had a baby with another man.”

“But you didn’t!” I yelled. “You didn’t have a baby with another man! You had a baby with
him
and made me live for thirty-five years with the knowledge that I had a dad who couldn’t give two fucks that I existed. God! That’s...that’s so fucked up, I don’t even know what to say. There are no words to describe just how messed up in the head you actually are.”

“Blake!” Zach snapped.

Hurt flashed across Mum’s face before she shut it down. She breathed deep.

“I did what I needed to do to keep everyone in my life at the time happy. One day, you’ll understand that sometimes it’s best for secrets to follow you to the grave. I would never have forgiven myself if I’d have tied your dad down, knowing that for the rest of his life, he could never be truly happy, truly free. It would have affected all of us in the long run.”

Unable to listen to anymore, I told Zach it was time to go and waited for him to nod before I turned and moved towards the front door.

I caught their whispered conversation before I left the house, “Don’t worry, Mandy. I’ll talk to him and he’ll calm down eventually. Call me in a few days and we’ll make plans. I’ll take you to the Queen night.”

I heard her, “Take care of my boy, Zach.”

And his, “Always.”

Before I slammed the front door, got in the car and punched the steering wheel. Zach joined me moments later. I drove in silence. Zach, sensing my mood, didn’t even breathe loudly.

I hadn’t spoken in hours.

It felt like days.

My head was still spinning so fast that the dizziness made me feel sick.

But I couldn’t break the cycle.

Zach was tiptoeing around me, weary of me. I
despised
that. The more he did it, the angrier it made me feel and the angrier I got, the more he behaved wearily. Swings and roundabouts.

Reaching boiling point, when he walked into the bedroom and asked me if I wanted him to order food whilst speaking like he was trying to tame a vicious dog, I just snapped.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Stop pussyfooting around me. I’m mad, angry, I’m confused and I have the urge to wring my mother’s neck but I’m not some violent animal, Zach.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do? Every time something throws you, you hide, leave, get angry or something else that I have no control over. You didn’t hide and you didn’t leave, so thank you very much for not understanding that I’m trying to help by staying out of your way and not getting up in your shit while you’re trying to process something major that happened today!”

My shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so...so
fucking
mad at her!”

He nodded in understanding, “I know and you’re allowed to be. Be mad. Get it all out and then process. I told you. You just need to take the consequences and…”

“Just deal with it,” I finished.

“Yeah. Deal with it. Whatever you need from me in the meantime, you’ve got it. Anything, Blake. Just ask and you’ve got it.”

Thinking, I knew what I needed.

“Do you have punch bags at your gym?”

He grinned, “You bet. A boxing ring too. You feel like punching some shit?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I really do.”

We got changed and hit the gym within half an hour.

It felt good to attack the bags, to punch something that couldn’t hit back. Sweat ran down my face and my back and my lungs were burning with exhaustion. It was exhilarating.

Zach didn’t train. He watched. He stalked me with his eyes and I could feel the heat from his gaze from half a room away. People approached him to chat and he talked, but he didn’t take his eyes from me. I think they must have gotten the hint pretty quickly because they never hung around long.

It felt good to have him there. Watching me. Wanting me.

It was also turning me on.

So I lowered my fists and turned to face him. He must have read the intent written all over my face because he too, turned and left the room. I stalked after him, following his footsteps until we reached his office and he forced the door open, pulling my t-shirt over my head and slamming me against the wall right next to the door.

My breath whooshed out and his tongue invade my mouth. Plundering. Twisting. Attacking.

There was nothing sweet or subtle about it.

He ravaged my mouth and I gave just as much.

I wanted to own him.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Ignore it,” he gritted out, his voice low and gravelly.

The knock came again, “Zach!” Someone called. “You left your phone in reception, do you want it now or…?”

I moved to the side and he swung open the door, grabbed his phone and pushed it too again without a word.

His cock was straining against his joggers, begging for attention. Begging for
my
attention. I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted my fingers in his ass.

I wanted my tongue in his hole, his hands fisting my cock. 

I wanted him on me and under me and bent over for me.

I was panting with fierce desire. The need to have him consuming me.

“I love you, Blake,” he growled

Focusing on his mouth forming the words, knowing there was only one response, I replied, “I love you too.”

He rushed at me, touching me from toes to forehead. Every bit of our bodies were smothered with each other. Desire burned through me.

“I want you everywhere,” I grunted, tugged at his clothes.

“Everywhere?”

“Everywhere,” I confirmed. My answer definite. I knew what he was asking.

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My palms smacked against the cool office wall and I gasped.

“This isn’t the right time. I’m too worked up, I need you too much, but you asked for it and I’m giving it to you.”

I heard him suck. His fingers, I assumed. Then without warning, he pushed my joggers down just passed my ass and plunged two fingers into my hole. It ached, it burned but my cock throbbed and I begged for it. I wanted them deeper. I wanted another. I wanted
more
.

He scissored his fingers inside my ass, stretching me, preparing me and making my dick leak pre-cum against the wall.

“Stroke yourself,” he whispered, so I did.

His fingers moved faster, fucking my ass with his hand and getting me ready to feel the length of his buried inside me.

“Your cock, Zach. Give it to me, I want it. I
need
it.”

“I’m going to break you,” he confessed. “I’m going to fuck you bare. You’re going to feel every fucking inch of me and I’m going to fuck you raw. You’ll feel the ache in your ass every time you move for
weeks
and you’ll remember this.”

He removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, just the tip and my inner muscles burned. He was stretching me so wide, I started to doubt if I could take it. If I could take
him
. He didn’t let me doubt for long. He pushed again, the smooth skin sliding inside me made me whimper and my forehead hit the wall in front of me.

“You’ll remember it, Blake. For days, for weeks, for the rest of your life and you’ll never be able to forget that
I
gave it you,” he pushed again, still slowly, until half of him was buried. Then he thrust. I moaned, the pain combining with an overwhelming fullness to give me pleasure like I didn’t know was possible. I thought I was going to crumble under the pressure.

He held his hand against my hip and pulled me back into him.

“Arch your back, stick your ass out,” he breathed. “I want to watch you take all of me. You look so fucking sexy, Blake. Your ass is strangling my dick, I’m not going to last long.”

He pulled out, almost to the head and I groaned at the sense of loss, of emptiness.

“You’re going to want this every day. Every hour. Every minute. You won’t be able to breathe free until you’ve had my cock buried to my balls in your ass,” he plunged back in and my hand tightened to the point of pain on my dick, pre-cum leaked again, coating my fingers. “I’ll give it to you. Every, fucking, day, Blake. I’ll suck you, fuck you with my fingers, ream your ass with my tongue and I’ll fuck this tight hole with my dick every...fucking...day until the day I die,” he vowed.

His movements were becoming rapid, his rhythm faltering, I knew he was close but holding out for me.

“I want it, Zach. I want that. Your hand, your fingers, your mouth, your tongue and your cock. They’re mine. I own them and I’ll take them. Every. Fucking. Day,” I broke off on a gasp as his shaft hit so deep, I could swear I felt the heat of him in my throat. “Fuck, Zach! I love you!”

“Fuck,” he grunted, moving inside my body and pushing over the brink.

I stroked my cock as he pulsed inside me. I felt the warm, silkiness of his cum hit my inner walls as I spilled my seed onto the floor. He rested his head on my back, panting out his recovery.

He pulled out of me and I cursed. The burn returned, the ache throbbed but I missed him instantly. I felt his cum drip from my body and he groaned, watching.

“That is so fucking hot,” he rasped.

My eyes moved to the door, noticing that he hadn’t closed it fully.

“Jesus, Zack! The door’s not closed properly! Anyone could have heard us.”

He huffed, “Then they got one hell of a free show. We probably provided spank bank material for a year!”

I reached out to push it closed.

And the door smacked into my hand causing pain to splinter along my wrist and I cursed.

Zach eyes moved to the doorway and widened. His face blanched of all colour.

“This is...cute,” Carlie said, standing in the doorway, voice carefully void of any emotion.

My whole body swung to face her. Without thought, I stood back from Zach and moved my hand to touch her. Her lip curled, she looked me up and down, taking a step back. I reached for something,
anything
that I could use to hide my still hard cock, whilst still moving towards her, scrambling to pull up my boxers.

She turned and ran.

“Carlie, stop!”

Still running, she screamed back, “Fuck you, Blake! Just let me go! How can you even look me in the face, let alone ask me to stay and see
that
. I will never forgive you. Never. I should have believed Ian when he told me.”

I fucking
knew
that rat bastard would say something. Even so, nothing, not a
single
other thing could have been worse than her walking in while my ass was still throbbing from the first time I’d ever taken a cock in my ass.

In her haste, she ran the wrong way, coming to a halt in front of the fire exit. As I neared, she crashed through the balcony door and stopped suddenly. I stayed back slightly, knowing she needed me away from her...also not knowing if she was going to throw her fist at me. The humid weather turned arctic when she looked at me. Her words were quiet, but determined and sure.

“I knew,” she let out a self-deprecating fake chuckle. “Weeks, months, I’m not even sure how long, but I knew. I convinced myself that it was impossible. Just me being paranoid. My husband, the man who swore before God to spend his life with me, he wouldn’t do it. He could never cheat on me
because he loves me too much.
I don’t know if that makes me stupid or naive.”

“You’re not…” I started to interrupt.

“I know,” she growled. “I’m not stupid. I’m not naive. This is all on
you
. What does it say about
you
that you would risk us, risk this, for a quick fuck with a
man
? Your wife, the woman who stood by and played second fiddle to your fucking job for the last eleven years, thrown away for, “ she looked behind me and her lip curled. “...Him.”

Knowing he was close, I whispered, “Please go back inside, Zach. Just give us a minute.”

I winced at the pathetic thought that this could be fixed in a
minute
. This was irreparable. Having him around just wasn’t going to help matters either way. He hesitated for a second, then said, “I know this doesn’t help, Carlie, but still, I’m really sorry.”

She launched forward and I put my arm out to stop her. Her weight hit me and I went back on a foot. Damn but the woman was strong when she wanted to be.

“Shit.”

“
Fuck your stupid fucking apologies!
No it doesn’t fucking help!” She screamed, fighting against my hold, but I refused to let go. “Does it make you feel good? Bet you think you’re pretty fucking special right now, yeah? King Zachary fucking Black. Greedy
cunt
can’t decide if he wants to fuck men or women so he
openly
fucks both. Got enough cock to share, right Zach? Big enough and bad enough to do whatever and
whoever
the fuck he wants.”

She stepped out of my arms and moved back. Swiping her escaped tears with her hands and turning to face the street below, she asked, “Why not just shout it to world?”

“Free cock! It’s decent, but not loyal!” She called, then looked back at me. “Make that
two
of them!”

I noticed an elderly lady frown up at us, but then, who wouldn’t?

“Jesus Carlie, keep your voice down! Let’s just go inside and talk about this,” I suggested.

“I can
smell
him on you,” she sneered at me, “I’m not going anywhere with you. You want to talk? Go ahead. Let’s see…”