Where You Belong

"How'd you find everything, sir?" I turned to my customer and smiled upon his return from the finance and insurance manager just down the hall.

The dark haired man grinned, "Everything worked out just fine."

"Great," I nodded, checking over agreements he'd signed and filing them together. One folder of his information I kept on record, and the other I gave to the man for his own personal records, "Well, that about sums everything up. I'll call the guys from detail and have them bring it right on up."

"Perfect," it was evident that the man could barely contain his excitement, "Thanks so much, Brittany."

I smiled softly, punching in the number to the detailing office, "You're very welcome," I said, just as the line picked up, "Mark, do me a favor and bring the navy '06 X5 up this way, please."

"Sure thing," came his reply.

I thanked him and hung up, turning back to the man in front of me, "It'll be just a few minutes, and you'll be all ready to go. Can I trust you to hold this and not completely freak out while you wait?" I asked teasingly, holding up the key to the vehicle that had been purchased.

The man snatched the key from me with an enthusiastic smile, "Oh, but of course you can!" he laughed, and I couldn't help but to laugh with him.

Car buying might've been confusing for the majority of the customers that came in, but damn did they get excited when we either mentioned test drives or keys. Even the most straight-laced customers became downright giddy during those times. It was fun to watch.

Several minutes passed, and I smiled once I saw that the car we were waiting on had been brought to the front of the dealership. The man's gaze was immediately set on his new car, and I could barely get a word in before he made a beeline for the glass doors. I settled for a simple wave as he happily took off in his new vehicle before returning to my office.

Once inside, I logged out of the system on the computer and began locking my file cabinets. I cleaned up the area, tossing any unimportant papers in the trash, and pushing any papers containing valuable information that I didn't need anymore through the shredder. After that, I grabbed my bag and my own keys before closing and locking my office door behind me, scurrying outside as I waved goodbye to everyone else who was leaving.

I'd been back to work for almost four weeks now, and however tired I might've been, I was also happy to get out of the house more often. It felt great to know that I was working for myself again and not having to mooch off anyone. The guys had been home for about four weeks, and things were as if they'd never left. Each of the guys had offered to take Mason and watch him while I was at work, refusing to let me put him in daycare.

With a sigh, I turned the car on and rested my right hand on the gear shift, backing out of my space and throwing the car into first gear. Traffic looked heavy, though it was nearing the end of rush hour, and I knew I could find a shortcut or two to keep me out of traffic's way.

Within half an hour or so, I'd made it back to my apartment. I parked, grabbed my things, and went straight for my mailbox, hellbent on paying some bills before I got behind on them. I did have to thank my friends for watching Mason, at least for now, that is. A daycare bill would've officially put me under at this point and I knew it, despite how much I thought Mason would benefit from going.

I slowly trudged up the stairs to my door and unlocked it, stepping inside and immediately removing my shoes. A sigh of relief left my lips as the arches of my feet met the soft, shag rug. I took a minute or two to walk off the cramps in my feet before I took the day's mail into the living room, spreading it along the coffee table with the rest of the week's mail in front of me.

I sighed as I sifted through the mass of envelopes. Utilities, health insurance, car insurance. Phone, internet, and TV...damn Verizon. Rent, life insurance, car payment, hospital fees. Oh, the fucking hospital fees. I felt like I could fucking cry when I saw that bill. My poor baby was always in and out of the hospital when I'd first had him, and damn, did each visit and stay add up. He still had visits with the pediatrician on top of that, and those added up quite a bit, too.

Damn, if only I hadn't quit smoking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I cringed, writing a portion of the amount I owed the hospital in my checkbook. I would have to start a payment plan with them in order to get everything paid off. I just wasn't at the liberty to pay the whole bill now. With a whimper, I screwed my eyes shut, "Damn, I need a fucking drink."

A small clattering noise a few seconds later caused me to jump and open my eyes. I frowned when I saw a glass that smelled of Captain and Cola sitting right in front of me, but soon laughed once I picked up on the scent behind me, "Hi, Zack."

Feathery kisses were pressed against my neck just then, and Zack's arms wrapped around me from behind, "Hey, princess. Rough day?"

I sighed, turning and pulling him to sit with me on the couch, "It honestly wasn't til I got home and saw the bills." I answered sourly, glaring daggers at all the little white papers laid out across my coffee table.

Zack's chuckle met my ears, "I know how that is, trust me," he murmured lowly, pulling me to sit on his lap as he continued his assault.

I groaned, my eyelids involuntarily falling shut as I struggled to control my hormones, "Yeah, well, it sucks," I mumbled, leaning into his touch with a smile. I bit my lip as his hands gently caressed my sides, his fingertips applying some pressure every now and then.

"What can I do to help?" he asked in a low whisper, sending fire rushing through my body.

Within seconds I had turned myself around and straddled his lap, attaching my lips to his and kissing them firmly. A soft groan left his mouth as my hands trailed up and down his arms, tracing several of his tattoos along the way. I wasn't much better once he'd begun pressing my hips further into his own just a second later. It was amazing how being with him was like breathing air now. I didn't think it was possible, but we seemed to become closer every day since the beginning.

I looked at Zack in pure shock. Never had I expected such words to come out of his mouth. I'd known that I felt as though he was more than just my best friend for a short period of time, and I considered myself extremely observant. I'd never expected him to declare his own feelings for me without so much as a hesitation.

The room had fallen silent as I debated what to say. God, what could I say? I'd just begun admitting my feelings for him in my head, but I wasn't prepared to admit it out loud! How did I tell Zack that I felt the same without making a total ass of myself? I knew I had to think of something, and quick. He was clearly holding his breath as he awaited my answer, and I didn't need the poor boy running out of oxygen and having a conniption.

"I-I...I," I stammered dumbfoundedly, my mouth opening and closing like that of a fucking fish, "Z-Zack, I--"

He looked rejected. Hurt. It was clear that he'd taken my blubbering as a no, but that wasn't the case at all. Eyes downcast to the floor, he slowly stood and swallowed hard, prepared to take his so thought rejection like a man, "I understand, Britt. I'm sorry I just dumped all of this on you; it wasn't fair of me. I'll just--"

I cut him off the only way I could think of, and crashed my lips into his. This kiss was slightly different from the previous two, but at the same time, it was just like them. It was heartfelt and genuine, and loaded with emotion. It wasn't until I heard Mason's coo that I broke away from him, watching silently as he looked at me in confusion.

With a soft smile, I spoke, "I want this with you, Zack. All this time I wasted with people who didn't matter when you've been right there for me all along. I know better now. I only want you."

He grinned widely just then, pulling me in for another long kiss, "You have me."

After a few minutes, I was able to pull myself away from him after a breather, and smiled at the sated expression on his face, "Massage?" I asked cutely, fixing him with the best puppy look I could muster.

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah. Come lay down."

With that, he patted my leg and I stood. Reaching for my hand, he led me back towards my room, opening the door and closing it shut again with his foot. He even went so far as to lock the door, which made me giggle. It was a habit that we all had, thanks to Jimmy's uncanny ability to just show up at your house and burst through the door when you least expected it.

A soft sigh left my lips as Zack yanked the bottom of my shirt out from under my pencil skirt, warm, calloused hands attaching themselves to the exposed skin of my sides. He chuckled quietly at my reaction and planted his lips to the underside of my jaw, which he'd quickly learned was a special spot for me. I shivered as he gently, yet unexpectedly, bit down on my skin, holding back what felt like the sluttiest potential moan that would ever leave my mouth.

"Zee," I whispered pleadingly, taking hold of his arms as I painfully bit down on my lip. Another laughed sounded from him, and he removed his lips from my skin before fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. His fingers were too big to grip onto them, so as I laughed at his frustration, I undid them myself. "Impatient ass."

"Shut up," he cracked a grin, pressing a quick kiss to my nose. I smiled at that, undoing the last button before I allowed him to slip the shirt off my top half. His expression changed after that, and I smirked lightly to myself.

Thank God for Victoria's Secret.

Zack caught my smirk and narrowed his eyes in suspicion, causing me to smile cheekily. With one last look at me, he looked down for a moment, then back up at me, then down again. I giggled at his expression as he suddenly yanked my skirt down, marveling at the matching underwear I wore beneath, "Woman, you've gotta be fucking kidding me."

I shrugged simply, smiling teasingly at him as I stepped out of the fallen skirt and moved towards the bed. I flopped down on my stomach, hearing Zack's frustration groan, and stifled a giggle. He muttered under his breath some as he sat next to me, watching me with a heated gaze. I smiled innocently, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. It was strapless, so I was able to move it with just one hand and fling it across the room.

"I'm ready for my massage now." I smiled widely, taking in his reaction.

"Oh fucking hell," Zack muttered, and I laughed again.

I loved being like this with Zack. I never would've expected it to be this comfortable, this easy. While we were clearly and highly attracted to each other and seemed to be moving fast in some regards, we could also still act like old times. We could laugh and joke, be ourselves. We'd completely skipped the awkward and hesitant stages of our relationship and just enjoyed ourselves. We hadn't gotten that far intimately, and that was not without fierce effort, but we both knew we didn't want to completely rush into things and get ahead of ourselves.

However, we were fairly intimate enough.

"Fuck this massage," Zack growled, flipping me over onto my back and covering me with his body. I began laughing at his impatience; typical Zack. He covered my face and neck with kisses, taking my legs and firmly wrapping them around his clothed waist, "I swear, I just can't get e-fucking-nough of you."

I went to make a sarcastic comment but was cut off when his lips enclosed my left nipple, a squealish moan of some sort involuntarily bursting from my throat. I could feel Zack's lips twitch into a smirk against my skin as I closed my eyes and arched my back, pushing my chest further into his face. I yelped in surprise when Zack bit me, but I didn't protest as he moved on to my other breast.

I'd never felt the feelings that Zack gave me before. I'd thought I'd had something special with Mike, but that relationship didn't compare to this one in any way. Things had been so good with Mike in the beginning, but even then, he'd never left me feeling quite like this. Feeling wild and out of control, yet completely at ease with everything. At peace.

Opening my eyes again, I was met with Zack's intense gaze as he kissed and licked his way down my torso. I wriggled and writhed under his touch, entangling my fingers in his jet black hair as he inched his way past my navel. I felt my stomach bubble with anticipation as he continued, smirking up at me as he slowly slid my panties off at an agonizing pace.

Feeling the cool air hit my lower half, I gasped quietly, choosing to keep my hormones in check the best I could at that moment. As if Zack knew what I was doing, he parted my legs and crawled in between them, blowing a small breath of air on my exposed flesh. My resolve immediately faltered, and I let out a loud, shaky moan, "Zack, fuck."

I was going to go fucking insane. That much was obvious.

"So fucking responsive," Zack nearly growled, now hovering over me as I writhed beneath him, repeatedly chanting his name as he touched me ever so lightly. He kept his gaze locked on me, sending tingles running through my body as he ran a single finger up and down my entrance.

I didn't know how much more I could take before I lost my nerve, "Z-Zack..."

"Hmm?" he mumbled, lips twitching at the corners when he realized just how wet I was. A loud groan sounded from his throat, and he temporarily closed his eyes. I knew then that he was trying to stay in control of himself, as was I. We didn't want to go too far, too soon.

"Please." I couldn't stop myself from grabbing onto his arm as he pushed two long fingers into me, winding and twisting them to his liking. The silence of the room was interrupted by the rather loud moan that left me, followed by Zack's chuckle.

At that moment, I was glad we were alone, unsurrounded by friends and family. I was glad I didn't have anywhere to go, and as much as I loved my son, I was glad he wasn't here to be around this. I didn't want to end up scarring him so early in his little life.

I had to keep myself in check, though I was so tempted to just let everything go. I was quick to grab Zack by the back of the neck and press my lips to his in a fiery, lust-filled kiss as he drove his fingers in and out of my core, hitting my spot dead-on time after time. I didn't know how much longer I'd last.

"Please, please, please," I whimpered, tossing my head back, slowly feeling myself losing every nerve in my body, "Zack, I--"

Without another word, Zack broke the kiss and removed his fingers from me before replacing them with his tongue, circling my clit fiercely. I hadn't expected it to come so suddenly and shuddered, his name falling from my lips in a breathy sigh. He continued his assault, taking my thighs in his hands and pressing me closer to his face.

I thought my heart would fucking explode during the minutes that followed. I couldn't form a single coherent thought, let alone a sentence to dictate what I wanted. Luckily, I didn't have to. Somehow, he knew just what to do to keep my mind reeling with wild thoughts. It wasn't long before I climaxed, and climaxed hard. My body trembled, and I was a screaming, moaning mess.

Zack cleaned me up with a proud smirk on his face, not once breaking eye contact with me as I slowly recovered. He then waited patiently for me to come down from the high I was feeling, caressing my body with a small smile, lip rings glinting in the dim sunshine peeking out from the blinds of the window.

Once my heart rate was back to normal, I crawled across his lap and straddled him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. His laughter filled the room as I continued pressing kisses to his face, arms coiling around my waist and holding me to him. I couldn't seem to pull away from him, and so I continued, raking my nails down his clothed chest every so often.

"Feel better now?" he asked slyly, and I laughed.

"Very much so," I answered with a grin.

He chuckled, "Good to hear."

"What?" I cocked an eyebrow, noticing the strange smile he was giving me as I caught my breath.

He shrugged, "Nothing," he stated simply, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.

I wasn't convinced, "Nothing, eh?"

"Nope," he smiled, pulling me into his chest, covering my face with kisses. I giggled and swatted at him to stop, "Now get your fine ass up and get ready. Syn and Michelle invited us for dinner."

At that, he stood up, giving me one last kiss before he made a beeline for the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. I snorted, knowing he was in dire need of a cold shower. I slowly stood up, balancing myself on my shaky legs before I looked for something to wear. A thought occured to me, and I quickly tiptoed towards the bathroom door and opened it a crack, interrupting what sounded like a mighty personal moment.

With a giggle, I continued, "By the way, love. You still owe me a back massage."