Uncivilized

  Moira smiles and places her hand on my chest. "We'll leave soon. I'm sure Randall would understand."

  Reaching my free hand out, I trace my fingers along her cheek. "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I shouldn't take my frustration out on you."

  Her hand comes up to cover mine, and her eyes close briefly as she nuzzles into my caress. "It's okay. We all need that one person we can just vent to."

  "And you'll be that person for me?" I ask in amusement.

  Her eyes bore into me with utter seriousness and purpose. "I'll be your everything if you want me to."

  Fuck yes, I want that.

  Fuck no, I can't have that. Not when we'll eventually be living on two different continents.

  Rather than give her affirmation, I pull our joined hands away from her face and lean in to give her a soft kiss. She sighs so softly, like a flower opening up its petals, and it makes me want to crush her to me.

  "Isn't that sweet?" I hear a woman's voice from behind me. "Looks like your little secret is out in the open. Congratulations to you."

  Turning to face Cara, I pull Moira protectively into my side. It's amazing that I had once thought this woman beautiful, from a purely male appreciative standpoint. But knowing what I know about her, and knowing that she has malice toward Moira and wanted to taint her with a disgusting offer of group sex and drugs, has me feeling more than a little dangerous at the moment.

  Cara stands there, wearing a blood-red gown, her hair piled with sophistication on top of her head. She's holding a tumbler full of amber liquid and by the glaze in her eyes and the slight way in which she sways back and forth, I can tell she's drunk.

  "Where's your date tonight?" I sneer. "Oh, wait... that would be your brother, right?"

  Cara merely cocks up a perfectly arched eyebrow over my audacity. While my preference is to fight with fists and blades, I can sharpen my words when I need to.

  "How dare you think to judge me?" Cara says snidely. "You're nothing more than a jungle rat trying to fit into a society that will never accept the likes of you. You're nothing and you'll never amount to anything here, hard as you might like to try. So, enjoy your time here while you can, Tarzan. Then run back to your little home and try to remember all the ways in which you failed. I'm betting Moira will be grateful to get rid of you, leech, but then again, she's one of those women that look easy to appease. I'm sure she'll be fucking her next pet Indian as soon as you're gone."

  "You fucking bitch," Moira snarls as she takes a step toward Cara but I pull her back toward me.

  I hear another voice from behind me add on, "What in the hell has gotten in to you, Cara?"

  Angling my head, I see Randall standing there with anger blazing in his eyes. He steps around me and takes Cara by the upper arm, leaning in closer to her. "It is unacceptable to speak to Zach that way. He's family."

  Cara pulls her arm away from Randall, her own eyes fevered with indignation. "He's not our family. You're blind to him."

  "I see as well as I ever do," Randall murmurs with disappointment. "I'm seeing very well right now. I think you need to leave, Cara."

  "What?" she asks in disbelief. "You're kicking me out of your home?"

  "I'm asking you to leave before you make a scene and before I'm forced to kick you out. Go home and sleep off your drunk, and then maybe tomorrow you'll be able to offer Zach and Moira an apology."

  "Never," she hisses but spins on her heel, almost toppling over and heading toward the doorway. I notice Clint angling in toward her. He takes ahold of her arm as if to steady her, but she throws it off. He follows right behind her, and I sincerely hope that I never have to see those two again.

  "I'm so sorry, Zach," Randall says to me in apology. "She's had too much to drink, and I'm sure she didn't mean those words."

  Moira rests a hand on my arm, but I can feel her shaking. Oily unease settles within my chest, almost suffocating me. "You don't need to apologize for her, Randall. Besides... her words were pretty much true."

  "That's preposterous," Randall gasps. "Her words were nothing more than meaningless drivel coming from a drunken and self-absorbed woman."

  "Still," I tell him kindly as I reach a hand up to clasp his shoulder. "It's not your place to apologize for her behavior. Now, if you don't mind... I think Moira and I are going to leave for the night."

  Moira slips her hand into mine and laces her fingers with a slight squeeze. "Thank you for hosting this party for Zach. It was very nice."

  I know that was the kindest thing Moira could think to say to Randall at this moment, and I watch as sadness overtakes his face. "It was a pretty stupid idea having this, huh? What was I thinking? These people aren't your friends. Hell, ninety percent of them aren't my friends either."

  "It's okay," I assure him. "It was the gesture that counted."

  "I'm sorry," Randall says, his eyes soft and wistful. "I just wanted to show you off. I'm just... really proud of you, Zach. I have no one else in my family that gives me such pride. That's all."

  Some of the darkness that had been threatening to overtake me over Cara's words... which were no doubt about as truthful as any I've heard since I've been here, starts to recede. Warm fondness for this man, who has indeed given me an amazing opportunity, which led me to Moira, starts to fill up that black hole. Yes, I will miss him too, when I'm gone.

  A lot.

  Moira sits straddling me in the limousine on the way home. She had just pushed a button that rolled up a dark piece of glass that separated the driver from us. Then she pulled up her gown, threw a bare leg over my own, and settled down into my lap.

  I don't hesitate a moment, reaching up and pulling the top of her dress down to expose both of her creamy, pale breasts. She wraps her arms around my head and pulls my face to her. My tongue flicks at a nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it.

  My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the satiny material of her dress further up until I glance down and see a hint of white silk covering her pussy. I dip a finger under the edge and skim my finger through the slick folds, causing Moira's back to arch backward in pleasure.

  "That feels good," she moans softly.

  A little too softly for my needs, so I plunge a finger in deep and she cries out.

  "How does that feel?" I ask her as I lean back a bit and watch as my finger pumps in and out of her.

  "Oh, fuck... so good," she says, and I add another finger, then another.

  Not good enough... I want to hear more, so I lean my body to the side and lay flat against the leather seat, keeping Moira in place with my free hand.

  "Crawl up here," I tell her as I remove my fingers. "I want to fuck you with my tongue."

  Moira scrambles up my chest, pulling clumsily at the material of her dress to keep it out of the way. She takes a brief look out the window and says, "We're about five minutes from the house."

  "More than enough time," I assure her and grab onto her hips, dragging her the rest of the way up my body. I bend my legs, scooting my body down further in the seat so I can give her enough room to spread legs wide on either side of me.

  When she's perfectly positioned over my face, I order her, "Now lower that pussy onto my mouth, sweet girl. I'm starving."

  Bracing her hands on the door, she slowly lowers herself. I stick my tongue out to make first contact, eagerly probing at her entrance, and she continues to sink down until I've impaled her with it.

  "Oooohhhh," Moira gushes as she swivels her hips above me.

  I push my arms up between her thighs and, with my hands, I peel back the swollen lips of her pussy, giving me unfettered access to what I'm really searching for. I need that clit between my lips if I'm going to get her off fast.

  Latching on and sucking hard, I pull my tongue in on the action and strike quickly at her with it. Moira cries out almost painfully but then gasps, "Oh, damn... I'm going to come so fast."

  That motivates me further, and my tongue fucking picks up the
pace. I manage to rotate one hand to jam a thumb into her wetness, and Moira nearly shoots off my face. I pull her back down and concentrate on pounding her clit with my tongue, pulling her down hard against me almost to the point of suffocation.

  I know she starts to come when her thighs clamp hard against me, and she grinds herself down onto me. I actually just constrict my tongue into a hard point, and let her ride it through her orgasm. She finally falls backward on my body, staring up at the ceiling of the car with her bare breasts heaving.

  "Oh, Zach... you destroy me so good," she says softly.

  It's then that I realize the limo has come to a stop. I sit up in the seat and wipe the wetness from my face with the sleeve of my tuxedo jacket, and see my little house glowing under a streetlight.

  I have no clue how long we've been here, but I can see the driver waiting patiently outside the car door, his back to us.

  "Holy fuck," I say in astonishment. "I'm betting he got an eye and earful."

  Moira giggles as she pulls the top of her dress up and rolls to the side to straighten out the folds of the skirt portion. "His car smells like sex. He's going to have to spray this down."

  I reach out and grab ahold of her shoulders, pulling her into me for a swift kiss. "I love the way it smells. All musky and sweet like you. In fact, I want to get you in the house so I can do that again to you."

  Pulling away, I reach for the car door, but Moira's words halt me. "Actually... I was hoping we could do something else tonight."

  I turn to look at her, my eyebrows raised in expectation. "What did you have in mind?"

  "Well," she drawls out. "I've had a few drinks... and you just gave me a massive orgasm. I'm feeling so relaxed."

  I look at her in curiosity and wait for her to tell me exactly what she wants.

  "So relaxed," she continues, as if she's leading up to a big, secretive reveal. "I think I want to give you my ass tonight."

  A groan rips out of my throat as lust sizzles through my body. My dick goes so hard that it feels like it could cut through steel. I grab her hand, throwing the door open so suddenly that the driver yelps and jumps away as I drag Moira out of the car.

  "Thanks for the ride," I tell the driver as I bend down and haul Moira up over my shoulder.

  "Yeah, thanks for the ride," she calls out to him as I bound up the porch steps and practically kick my own door open.

  Chapter 26

  Moira

  Zach carries me in a fireman's hold into the house, slamming the door behind with his foot. Straight down the small hallway and into the bathroom.

  As he sets me down gently on my feet, I look at him. His eyes are fierce and his body is practically vibrating with energy.

  "Get undressed," he orders me as he turns the shower on.

  "But... I'm ready--"

  "No talking, Moira," he says with unrestrained hunger. "For tonight... I'm in absolute control."

  Turning my back to him, I say softly, "I need you to unzip me."

  Zach steps in close to my body and rests his fingers on my shoulders. I can feel them shaking, and the knowledge that he's about to come undone almost causes my knees to buckle. He leans down and bites me on my shoulder, then drags the zipper down my back. Reaching up, he gently pushes the material down past my breasts, ribs, hips, and lets it pool to the floor.

  Then he steps away and starts taking his own clothes off, his eyes burning into me the entire time.

  The shower is so small, it barely fits the two of us in there, but I find a benefit to that. He's pressed up close to me, my back to his front. I watch as his large hands take the body wash and squirts a large puddle into his palm. Holding his arms out in front of me so I can see, he slowly lathers his hands up and my breath catches in my chest. Because I know what he's going to do with those slick, soapy fingers.

  The hot water cascades around us as Zach tells me, "Bend over and put your hands on the wall."

  I immediately comply and suck in a deep breath as he starts massaging the lather into my butt cheeks. Working closer to my ass, he surprises me when he moves one hand around my front to slip a finger into my pussy, massaging my inner walls and causing me to sigh in pleasure. His finger slips out and pulls up, now rubbing in circles around my clit as his other hand continues to knead at one of my ass cheeks.

  Faster and faster he rubs at my sensitive knot until an orgasm quakes through me, leaving me shaking, yet oddly still needful.

  Because I know we are only just getting started.

  "Beautiful," Zach murmurs as he slides his finger back to my anus, where he gently circles it. The lather has been washed away, so he grabs the body wash again, pouring it directly onto my ass and bringing his finger up to catch the creamy slickness.

  When his finger comes back down to my back entrance, he gently pushes against me, slipping his finger in all the way. My body stretches nicely around him, and I groan over the feeling. My nerve endings are sparking hot and with no will of my own, I start pushing my backside against his finger.

  Zach brings his free hand down with a stinging slap to my ass, causing me to yelp. He chuckles but then says darkly, "No moving. I've got a lot more to give you, and I don't want you to get hurt."

  As if to prove his ominous message, Zach pulls his finger out, and then starts to push two back in.

  Oh, well... okay, that feels a bit different. There's a slight sting around the opening, but he goes slowly. As I take a sucking breath into my lungs, he pushes both digits all the way in deeply. Holding still for a few moments, he starts to gently move them in and out of me, letting my tight passage stretch and accommodate. The stinging sensation diminishes, and Zach knows I'm ready for more because of the soft moans fluttering over my lips. It's torture, but I keep my body absolutely still so he can work at his own pace.

  Zach pulls his fingers free, adds more body wash, and then says, "Hold on, baby. I'm giving you one more finger."

  Anxiety tightens my chest as I prepare for the invasion, but he goes so slowly... so gently, that I'm amazed that the stinging is no greater than when he put two fingers inside of me. He thrusts them in deeply and pulls them back with exquisite tenderness. In and out, in and out, and a pleasurable convulsion rumbles through me. I can't help it... I push back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper, and I'm rewarded with another crack of his palm on my ass.

  "Ooohhh," I moan, because the hurt actually feels so good.

  Zach pumps his fingers in deep again, and then stills for a moment. Suddenly, the most intense feeling occurs... fullness such as I've never felt back there as I realize he's pulling his fingers apart, stretching me even further. It feels amazing, and I think I could come this way if he kept at it.

  Reaching around my chest with an arm, Zach pulls me up into a standing position with his fingers still deep inside of me. He leans his head in and nuzzles at my temple. "Okay, I want you to ride my fingers for a bit."

  My head falls back onto his shoulder with surrender, and my hips immediately start gyrating and pumping against his hand. He doesn't help me at all, keeping his hand absolutely still, but soon I learn a rhythm and then I'm grinding down on him, feeling the knuckles at the base of his fingers pushing against my pussy lips.

  Zach hisses against me. "Fuck, that's sexy."

  He drops his hand down that is holding me up by the chest, bringing it to my front. Pushing his way past the slick folds, he pinches my clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger and then I'm shrieking out as I start to climax violently.

  "Yes, oh yes," I cry over and over again. "Fuck... Fuck."

  When my tremors slow but not cease, Zach pulls his fingers out of me and leans over to turn the shower off. He steps out first and sweeps me up into his arms, which is a good thing because I'm absolutely boneless and weakened.

  Zach carries me into the bedroom and practically tosses me onto the bed, soaking wet. I start to turn over on my stomach, but he says, "Don't. I want you on your back when I do this."

  "My
back?" I ask in confusion, thinking maybe that last orgasm rendered me stupid. I thought we needed to do "this" doggie style.

  "Trust me," he says with a grin as he leans over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. My heart starts a stuttering thump when I see him pull out the lube and toss it on the bed beside me. He then reaches out and pulls out a flesh-colored, vibrating dildo that's not mine. I've never even seen it before. Turning to me, his look is sinful when he turns the base and it starts buzzing.

  Holding it out for me to inspect, he says, "I bought this on Amazon. It's got a butterfly on the front to hold against your clit, and it's eight solid inches that I'm going to fill your pussy with when I'm fucking your ass."

  My entire body shudders over the thought... over Zach's filthy words... and by the unrestrained lust I see in his eyes. My gaze flicks downward, and his cock is practically sticking straight up. I'm not sure I've ever seen it this hard. I reach my hand out to touch him, but he steps away from me.

  "No touching. I almost fucking came in the shower just watching what I was doing to you," he says in a moment of complete and utter honesty. "Now lay back and spread your legs for me."

  I ease back onto the bed, making sure there's enough room for him to crawl up and join me. My heart is thundering, and I've never been more wildly excited for something in my entire life. I'm giving something to Zach that I've never given to another person, and he's accepting something he's never had before.

  Zach crawls onto the bed and kneels down in between my legs. He turns the dildo off, placing it next to my hip. I eye it with fascination. Reaching out, he puts his hands on my breasts and gently squeezes them for a moment. Then his hands move to my face and he leans in and kisses me, softly and deeply... with quiet hunger.

  When he pulls back, he places his hands under the backs of my knees and spreads my legs wider, lifting up and pushing them back... way back... until the tops of my thighs mash against my breasts and my ass lifts off the bed. I'm splayed open for him, completely vulnerable.

  "Put your hands here," Zach indicates with a nod to where he's holding my legs. "I need you to hold yourself open like this for me."

  A rushing gasp of air pours out of me, and I suck another lungful back in. "Where in the world did you learn this?" I ask him in wonder as my hands come up to hold my legs in place. He seems to know exactly what he's doing, and I'm amazed.