Live In My Memory Chapter Twelve
Waking up that night to a loud knocking on the door, I groan moving my arm up and making a face when I hit someone's body. Opening my eyes I take in the surroundings, realizing that I must have fallen asleep on the couch with Taylor of all people.
After dinner he had decided to stay even longer and when he had wanted to watch some movie on tv I hadn't protested. I let him stay and somehow I guess he had joined me in laying down on the couch or maybe we had wound up this way in our sleep.
Hearing the knock again I get off the couch glad that I didn't trip over Taylor's sleeping form. Why did he have to get near the end for though?
Making it to the door, I open it to see a very bloody Zac looking back at me.
"I took care of Carrick," Zac tells me when he pushes his way inside. "I took care of him and he won't be bothering you anymore."
Eyeing Zac I feel an awful feeling grow in the pit of my stomach, "What do you mean you took care of him?" I ask not even sure I want the answer to that. With the blood on his face and hands, I'm sure I can make my own guesses what happened.
Zac doesn't answer me though he sees Taylor still asleep on the couch and I see his eyes flash with a jealousy I hadn't known he was capable of. I'm afraid he may do to Taylor whatever the hell he did to Carrick.
"I killed him," Zac finally does answer. "I killed the piece of shit. One bullet to the brain and a few stabs just for fun."
Feeling my mouth drop open I want to get sick. I want to go and hurl but I don't. I'm frozen in my spot. "His body?" I ask him afraid that they will pin this murder on him somehow. But how can you pin a murder on a dead man? Zac is legally declared dead.
"Let's just say the fish are probably having a really good meal," Zac smiles answering my question on what he did with the body. The smile just sends shivers down my spine. How can he be so cold? How could he just kill Carrick like that?
Shaking my head I finally move from where I am standing. Heading into the kitchen I open the fridge and get out a coke. I don't have beer here so I am going to drown my fear and worries in caffeine. Lots of it.
Looking at Zac when he follows me I make a face, "Clean yourself up," I tell him harshly after taking a long drink. "What if Junia wakes up and sees you like that? What are you going to tell her?"
Zac just sighs but he turns away and I hear his footsteps lead to the bathroom. After he is gone I breakdown crying as I take drinks of the coke in my hand. My hand is shaking and so are my legs. It's a wonder I can even stand up on my own right now.
Carrick may have been bothering me but I didn't want him dead. I didn't want Zac to kill him. I'm sure we could have worked things out without Zac having to kill him.
Putting down my half empty coke can I walk towards the bathroom wanting answers from Zac. I need to know what could make him do such a thing. What could make him put a gun to Carrick's head. When I open the door to the bathroom though, I stop in my tracks when instead of finding Zac undressing for a shower or even in the shower, I find him sitting on the toilet getting himself off.
I know I should walk away after catching him like this but the moment he looks up at me I just shut the door behind me, my cheeks feeling flushed as my body gets turned on from watching him pleasure himself. I know why he is doing it and that part makes me sick but the other part of me, the part that is ruling my vagina finds it hot.
"I..I should go," I speak up coming to my senses. Reaching for the doorknob I look at Zac who is still looking at me. His hand working faster and faster. I can tell from his breathing and the way his eyes roll into the back of his head that he is so close to coming.
My suspicions are confirmed correct when he moans out my name seconds later. The moment he says my name I swallow hard still unable to turn the doorknob and open the door.
Zac cleans off his stomach where it seems most of his come went, then he stands up, coming over to me and moving my hand from the doorknob. "Stay," he whispers before leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
Kissing him back I can taste blood in my mouth and I really hate knowing where it came from but I don't pull away, "Taylor," I protest into his mouth tasting even more blood in my own now.
"He is sleeping like a log," Zac smirks when he pulls away from the kiss. "I want to take a shower with you Avery. I want to be with you," he tells me before kissing me again, this time much rougher than the last.
I kiss him again but I don't say no. Not when he pushes me against the wall, his hands trailing under my shirt or when he removes my shirt his lips trailing down my neck. I'm not sure if this makes me a bad person. Being with the man who has just killed my husband.
"Zac," I whimper out as he undoes my bra, letting it fall off before his mouth takes up residence there. "I thought you wanted to take a shower," I smirk when he teases my nipple with his tongue. If I have to compare his breast sucking to Taylor, he wins hands down.
Zac pulls his mouth away which causes me to whimper more, "I'm just getting you worked up for that shower baby," he smiles that damn crooked smile and I get the same butterflies I did as a teenager. As the girl who fell in love with him. Every time I am with Zac I am that same fifteen year old girl again.
This time I initiate the kiss and I grab for his hands putting them on the waistband of my jeans. He must take the hint of what I want because he undoes them and pulls them down in a hurry along with my underwear. Once they are gone his hand finds its way between my legs and I'm moaning into his mouth as he rubs me down there.
"Damn baby," Zac mutters into my mouth. "I like knowing that I can get you this wet with a few simple kisses and teases," he smirks when he pulls away again. "I like knowing I can still get you turned on," he tells me as he slides a finger inside of me, moving it slow. Too slow for my liking.
Closing my eyes I moan out, my hips moving involuntarily. "Stop teasing me," I sigh when he adds a second finger, keeping it slow as well.
"But I like it," Zac reasons not even stopping his teasing with his fingers. He keeps them slow too slow and before I know it they are both gone.
When I open my eyes I watch Zac walking away from me. He is going to the shower which he starts and I can't help but let my eyes linger on his ass. It may not be as big as Taylor's but I still like it. Hell who am I kidding? I love it, especially when it's naked and staring at me.
Zac turns to look at me after he gets the water started, "I felt your eyes on my ass," he smirks again before walking over to me. "You know," he says as he reaches for one of my hands and puts it on his ass, "you can touch it whenever you like. It is after all your ass to touch. Just yours and no one elses," he whispers as he kisses me again briefly.
I laugh but grab his ass quickly, "Maybe all I want is a quick touch right now," I wink before stepping in the shower. It's funny how he has the ability to make me forget that I am mad at him. That I was fuming mad at him. How can he turn me from mad to horny in a matter of seconds?
"Bitch," Zac spits out though it isn't meant to be rude. I can tell from the way he sticks his tongue out once he has joined me in the shower.
Reaching for a wash cloth I put some soap on it then reach up to clean the blood on his face. I'm washing away the physical evidence on him that he has killed my husband. That he has murdered someone in cold blood. "Why?" I ask wanting to get that out before we get sexual again. "Why kill him?"
Zac frowns when I ask why. Watching as he chews on his lip I see a pain in his eyes I don't think I have noticed before. "Because he kept hurting you," he tells me as he takes the wash cloth from my hand and washes my face off. It had never occurred to me that our kissing would lead to me having blood on me. Yeah I had tasted it in my mouth but I hadn't known it was still on me. "He kept hurting you and I don't want my soul mate hurt."
At his words I frown as well and soon kiss him again. I know him doing it for me is wrong still but how can I stay mad at Zac? How can I ever stay mad at him when I love him and he loves me? His love for me may be on the verge of something crazy but he loves me.
When he kisses me back I bit down on his bottom lip when he pushes me up against the wall. The wall is cold but his body heat makes up for that tenfold.
I can't help but moan out, especially when his cock which is hard again intrudes into my body, "Zac," I whine out into his mouth. I'm not upset that he is inside of me. I just wish he were being gentle but he isn't. He is being rough and hard much like Taylor is every time I have been with him since the shower sex at the cabin.
"Problem Avery?" Zac asks into the kiss before moving his lips down to my neck which he kisses and sucks on until I am sure he leaves a mark. His old one was gone so now he wants to leave a new one. To show people that I am his, only his, but I'm still not sure I am. How can I still just take him back when I am mad at him for lying and now also killing Carrick.
I shake my head but speak no words, instead I let my nails dig into his back. I close my eyes trying to forget everything about Zac that I am mad with. I try to enjoy this moment with him and I succeed long enough to reach my orgasm which makes my toes curl. I haven't had an orgasm like that in so long.
Feeling Zac shudder against me and then his head resting on my shoulder I open my eyes and look down at him, holding him closer. He looks like a lost child. Such a lost child and I want to help him but I'm not sure I can just like right now I'm not sure he can help me forgive him and get past the hurt.
"I..you need to go," I mutter pushing him away from me before I step out of the shower and reach for a towel, slipping it around myself. "I don't want you here when the kids wake up."
Leaving the bathroom I hear Zac following behind me and if I thought he was going to protest my throwing him out he doesn't, instead he leaves like I ask him too. He leaves without even saying goodbye to me. Rolling my eyes I sit down in the chair opposite where Taylor is still sleeping on the couch.
"I heard him," Taylor speaks making me jump. I thought he had been asleep the whole time. "I know he killed Carrick," he sighs as he sits up, his blue eyes landing on me. "I don't want him around Bree. He isn't in the right frame of mind right now."
Staying silent at Taylor's words I frown not sure what I am supposed to do now. Taylor doesn't want Zac around Bree and honestly I don't blame him but I'm not sure Zac will stay away from me. I'm not sure I can stay away from him no matter how mad at him I am.
Waking up that night to a loud knocking on the door, I groan moving my arm up and making a face when I hit someone's body. Opening my eyes I take in the surroundings, realizing that I must have fallen asleep on the couch with Taylor of all people.
After dinner he had decided to stay even longer and when he had wanted to watch some movie on tv I hadn't protested. I let him stay and somehow I guess he had joined me in laying down on the couch or maybe we had wound up this way in our sleep.
Hearing the knock again I get off the couch glad that I didn't trip over Taylor's sleeping form. Why did he have to get near the end for though?
Making it to the door, I open it to see a very bloody Zac looking back at me.
"I took care of Carrick," Zac tells me when he pushes his way inside. "I took care of him and he won't be bothering you anymore."
Eyeing Zac I feel an awful feeling grow in the pit of my stomach, "What do you mean you took care of him?" I ask not even sure I want the answer to that. With the blood on his face and hands, I'm sure I can make my own guesses what happened.
Zac doesn't answer me though he sees Taylor still asleep on the couch and I see his eyes flash with a jealousy I hadn't known he was capable of. I'm afraid he may do to Taylor whatever the hell he did to Carrick.
"I killed him," Zac finally does answer. "I killed the piece of shit. One bullet to the brain and a few stabs just for fun."
Feeling my mouth drop open I want to get sick. I want to go and hurl but I don't. I'm frozen in my spot. "His body?" I ask him afraid that they will pin this murder on him somehow. But how can you pin a murder on a dead man? Zac is legally declared dead.
"Let's just say the fish are probably having a really good meal," Zac smiles answering my question on what he did with the body. The smile just sends shivers down my spine. How can he be so cold? How could he just kill Carrick like that?
Shaking my head I finally move from where I am standing. Heading into the kitchen I open the fridge and get out a coke. I don't have beer here so I am going to drown my fear and worries in caffeine. Lots of it.
Looking at Zac when he follows me I make a face, "Clean yourself up," I tell him harshly after taking a long drink. "What if Junia wakes up and sees you like that? What are you going to tell her?"
Zac just sighs but he turns away and I hear his footsteps lead to the bathroom. After he is gone I breakdown crying as I take drinks of the coke in my hand. My hand is shaking and so are my legs. It's a wonder I can even stand up on my own right now.
Carrick may have been bothering me but I didn't want him dead. I didn't want Zac to kill him. I'm sure we could have worked things out without Zac having to kill him.
Putting down my half empty coke can I walk towards the bathroom wanting answers from Zac. I need to know what could make him do such a thing. What could make him put a gun to Carrick's head. When I open the door to the bathroom though, I stop in my tracks when instead of finding Zac undressing for a shower or even in the shower, I find him sitting on the toilet getting himself off.
I know I should walk away after catching him like this but the moment he looks up at me I just shut the door behind me, my cheeks feeling flushed as my body gets turned on from watching him pleasure himself. I know why he is doing it and that part makes me sick but the other part of me, the part that is ruling my vagina finds it hot.
"I..I should go," I speak up coming to my senses. Reaching for the doorknob I look at Zac who is still looking at me. His hand working faster and faster. I can tell from his breathing and the way his eyes roll into the back of his head that he is so close to coming.
My suspicions are confirmed correct when he moans out my name seconds later. The moment he says my name I swallow hard still unable to turn the doorknob and open the door.
Zac cleans off his stomach where it seems most of his come went, then he stands up, coming over to me and moving my hand from the doorknob. "Stay," he whispers before leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
Kissing him back I can taste blood in my mouth and I really hate knowing where it came from but I don't pull away, "Taylor," I protest into his mouth tasting even more blood in my own now.
"He is sleeping like a log," Zac smirks when he pulls away from the kiss. "I want to take a shower with you Avery. I want to be with you," he tells me before kissing me again, this time much rougher than the last.
I kiss him again but I don't say no. Not when he pushes me against the wall, his hands trailing under my shirt or when he removes my shirt his lips trailing down my neck. I'm not sure if this makes me a bad person. Being with the man who has just killed my husband.
"Zac," I whimper out as he undoes my bra, letting it fall off before his mouth takes up residence there. "I thought you wanted to take a shower," I smirk when he teases my nipple with his tongue. If I have to compare his breast sucking to Taylor, he wins hands down.
Zac pulls his mouth away which causes me to whimper more, "I'm just getting you worked up for that shower baby," he smiles that damn crooked smile and I get the same butterflies I did as a teenager. As the girl who fell in love with him. Every time I am with Zac I am that same fifteen year old girl again.
This time I initiate the kiss and I grab for his hands putting them on the waistband of my jeans. He must take the hint of what I want because he undoes them and pulls them down in a hurry along with my underwear. Once they are gone his hand finds its way between my legs and I'm moaning into his mouth as he rubs me down there.
"Damn baby," Zac mutters into my mouth. "I like knowing that I can get you this wet with a few simple kisses and teases," he smirks when he pulls away again. "I like knowing I can still get you turned on," he tells me as he slides a finger inside of me, moving it slow. Too slow for my liking.
Closing my eyes I moan out, my hips moving involuntarily. "Stop teasing me," I sigh when he adds a second finger, keeping it slow as well.
"But I like it," Zac reasons not even stopping his teasing with his fingers. He keeps them slow too slow and before I know it they are both gone.
When I open my eyes I watch Zac walking away from me. He is going to the shower which he starts and I can't help but let my eyes linger on his ass. It may not be as big as Taylor's but I still like it. Hell who am I kidding? I love it, especially when it's naked and staring at me.
Zac turns to look at me after he gets the water started, "I felt your eyes on my ass," he smirks again before walking over to me. "You know," he says as he reaches for one of my hands and puts it on his ass, "you can touch it whenever you like. It is after all your ass to touch. Just yours and no one elses," he whispers as he kisses me again briefly.
I laugh but grab his ass quickly, "Maybe all I want is a quick touch right now," I wink before stepping in the shower. It's funny how he has the ability to make me forget that I am mad at him. That I was fuming mad at him. How can he turn me from mad to horny in a matter of seconds?
"Bitch," Zac spits out though it isn't meant to be rude. I can tell from the way he sticks his tongue out once he has joined me in the shower.
Reaching for a wash cloth I put some soap on it then reach up to clean the blood on his face. I'm washing away the physical evidence on him that he has killed my husband. That he has murdered someone in cold blood. "Why?" I ask wanting to get that out before we get sexual again. "Why kill him?"
Zac frowns when I ask why. Watching as he chews on his lip I see a pain in his eyes I don't think I have noticed before. "Because he kept hurting you," he tells me as he takes the wash cloth from my hand and washes my face off. It had never occurred to me that our kissing would lead to me having blood on me. Yeah I had tasted it in my mouth but I hadn't known it was still on me. "He kept hurting you and I don't want my soul mate hurt."
At his words I frown as well and soon kiss him again. I know him doing it for me is wrong still but how can I stay mad at Zac? How can I ever stay mad at him when I love him and he loves me? His love for me may be on the verge of something crazy but he loves me.
When he kisses me back I bit down on his bottom lip when he pushes me up against the wall. The wall is cold but his body heat makes up for that tenfold.
I can't help but moan out, especially when his cock which is hard again intrudes into my body, "Zac," I whine out into his mouth. I'm not upset that he is inside of me. I just wish he were being gentle but he isn't. He is being rough and hard much like Taylor is every time I have been with him since the shower sex at the cabin.
"Problem Avery?" Zac asks into the kiss before moving his lips down to my neck which he kisses and sucks on until I am sure he leaves a mark. His old one was gone so now he wants to leave a new one. To show people that I am his, only his, but I'm still not sure I am. How can I still just take him back when I am mad at him for lying and now also killing Carrick.
I shake my head but speak no words, instead I let my nails dig into his back. I close my eyes trying to forget everything about Zac that I am mad with. I try to enjoy this moment with him and I succeed long enough to reach my orgasm which makes my toes curl. I haven't had an orgasm like that in so long.
Feeling Zac shudder against me and then his head resting on my shoulder I open my eyes and look down at him, holding him closer. He looks like a lost child. Such a lost child and I want to help him but I'm not sure I can just like right now I'm not sure he can help me forgive him and get past the hurt.
"I..you need to go," I mutter pushing him away from me before I step out of the shower and reach for a towel, slipping it around myself. "I don't want you here when the kids wake up."
Leaving the bathroom I hear Zac following behind me and if I thought he was going to protest my throwing him out he doesn't, instead he leaves like I ask him too. He leaves without even saying goodbye to me. Rolling my eyes I sit down in the chair opposite where Taylor is still sleeping on the couch.
"I heard him," Taylor speaks making me jump. I thought he had been asleep the whole time. "I know he killed Carrick," he sighs as he sits up, his blue eyes landing on me. "I don't want him around Bree. He isn't in the right frame of mind right now."
Staying silent at Taylor's words I frown not sure what I am supposed to do now. Taylor doesn't want Zac around Bree and honestly I don't blame him but I'm not sure Zac will stay away from me. I'm not sure I can stay away from him no matter how mad at him I am.