Where You Belong

I’d never considered myself some sort of nymphomaniac. I didn’t think I was addicted to sex because it wasn’t constantly on my mind, ruling my every thought and decision. But ever since Zack and I had made things official, I was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with us. Well, not Zack. He was a man. Maybe it was just me.

Because I’d never had, especially initiated, this much sex before in my life.

“More,” I ground out, clutching onto the satin sheets beneath me. Well, what was left of them. The rest of the sheets had somehow ended up on the floor.

Zack growled as he complied with my order, lifting both my legs over his shoulder before plunging into me with force. I threw my head back and let out an earth shattering scream, earning a chuckle from him. I thanked the heavens that we were home alone today.

Beads of sweat poured down Zack’s face as he brought me closer to my next orgasm. I’d lost count of how many orgasms we’d gone through since our session began. I giggled, taking in the appearance of both our bodies, glistening with a thick sheen of sweat. His green eyes locked with my brown ones and he smirked, shaking his head at the same time.

Chewing my lip, I watched as sweat dripped from Zack’s chest and landed on my own, sending a fury of heat rushing through me. Wrapping my arms around his neck the best I could, I pulled his face towards mine for a kiss. He groaned the second I took his bottom lip in his mouth and sucked slowly on it.

He then threw his hips forward, taking on a much faster pace. Our hips moved together at a relentless speed, though I could keep up just fine. The pleasure I was feeling was indescribable. I was sure that he could tell as I clawed away at his arms and chest, chanting his name as loudly as my lungs would allow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Zack hissed, and I knew that he was close again.

I pushed him off me, whimpering at the loss of contact as he fell next to me on his back. I crawled back over to his body with haste, straddling his legs and slamming myself down onto his length without another word. A long string of profanities left his pierced lips as I braced myself on his chest and rolled my hips forward, picking up with the pace we’d kept before.

“Did they start making Viagra for women or what?” he groaned, reaching towards my chest and cupping my breasts in his hands. I moaned from the contact, grabbing hold of his wrists and bringing his hands down so that they were gripping onto my hips.

He was right, after all. We were a very sexually active couple to begin with, but this was different. I just couldn’t get enough of the man, and I didn’t care where we were or who was around, so long as I had him when I was in the mood. We were currently in Zack’s music room.

His guitar lay abandoned in the other chair, and his papers were scattered about the floor. They’d once been neatly stacked on the glass table in front of the couch, but Zack decided to clear the table so he could screw me over it…to put it bluntly. I’d woken up this morning in the mood and alone in bed, only to find that Zack had fallen asleep on the couch in this room. I took matters into my own hands, though I was sure he wasn’t complaining about his little wake-up call.

The sounds I emitted became louder and louder as I neared my orgasm, and a heavy shudder shook my body as I felt my walls clamp around Zack’s length. Not even three seconds later, his movements stilled as he released, triggering my own orgasm. A long, sultry moan left me as I collapsed against his chest, feeling his hot, sticky seed coat my insides.

Our bodies stayed joined as I pressed kiss after kiss to Zack’s chest, giggling at the satisfied expression on his face. Ha said nothing as I continued my way up his collarbone, settling for running his fingers up and down my spine. It was calming to the both of us, and it made me smile.

“How am I alive right now?” he muttered hoarsely, his breathing hard and heavy.

I was no different and grinned, “The grace of God, baby.”

“Really?” he cocked an eyebrow at me, “God felt it was important for me to have—“ he turned his head and looked at the clock nearby, “—Five continuous hours of sex with my girlfriend?”

I smirked, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say much else. I knew he was tired; I could just look at him and tell. I felt just fine, to be honest. I smiled happily, covering his face with kisses. His skin was a little scruffy from where he hadn’t shaved, but I didn’t mind it so much. In fact, it was kind of a turn on…

“Don’t you dare,” Zack warned breathlessly, holding my hips still as I moved back into position, “God, I never thought I’d say that in my life.”

I pouted, “But baby, I—“

“Baby, we were supposed to be over at Bri and Chelle’s three fucking hours ago to pick up Mason. Even though they wouldn’t mind keeping him longer, no doubt they’ve been calling us, wondering what the hold up is,” He stated knowingly, slowly pulling me off him. Just that action alone had me whimpering his name, “God damnit. Baby, you’re not making this easy on me.”

I had a rather perverted remark in mind, but I kept it to myself, “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he mumbled, slapping my ass as I stood. He chewed my lip rather harshly to keep my reaction to myself, and willed myself not to go and pin him back down to that couch.

I thought about redressing myself, but knew it was pointless. Instead, I simply opened the door and walked out into the hallway, headed in the direction of our room. It was just us two, so I didn’t have to bother with putting clothes on.

I showered quickly and washed my hair. I’d managed to halfway sweat my own perm out, so it would look better later on if I just went ahead and washed it. I worked quickly, finishing up within a few short minutes before getting out and drying off. Zack was already getting dressed.

“You’re planning on going to their house reeking of sex?” I cocked an eyebrow, watching as he stepped into a pair of jeans before putting a belt on.

“Hardy har har,” he smirked in my direction, “I showered in the guest room.”

I pouted, “Why didn’t you come shower with me? We could’ve saved water…”

He didn’t say anything as he turned to find a shirt to wear. Snickering, I knew he was fighting the urge to say something that would initiate yet another round between us. He grumbled under his breath, digging through his drawers for a shirt, and I quickly ripped my towel off before positioning myself on the bed.

“Baby, have you seen my Guns N’ Roses sh—“ Zack stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of me sitting in the rather provocative position that I was. He shut his mouth and didn’t say a thing, though his eyes said everything.

“See what?” I asked innocently, my eyes never leaving his.

To say I was mindfucking him was an understatement. A little psychology was all I’d need to get what I wanted, and we both knew that. He backed against the dresser and groaned, looking over at me with a longing expression.

“Baby, what are you doing?” he dared to ask, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously.

“What do you mean?” I smiled cheekily, moving ever so slightly in a manner that had his pants tightening.

His voice was strained, “You know exactly what I mean.”

I shook my head, teasingly running a hand down my chest, “I’m not sure I do.”

“Fuck it,” he growled, turning back around to face the dresser, “I’ll find a different fucking shirt to wear.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked innocently, stifling a laugh when I noticed him ripping his way through the dresser to find a shirt, tossing all sorts of other articles of clothing out of his way, “You could just leave the shirts where they are, and….come join me over here.”

“Why should I?” he countered stubbornly, though his voice was shaky. He was tempted.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I sighed softly adding a little moan for effect, “I mean, I have my reasons, but…it sure looks like you have yours, too.”

He automatically looked down at himself and cursed, “God damnit.”

Smirking, I moved from the bed and stood next to him, turning him so that he was facing me, “I can help you out with that, y’know.”

He didn’t protest this time. I smirked deviantly.

***

“Well, I thought you guys would never show!” Brian laughed, pulling me in for a hug as Zack and I entered the house, “What the hell have you two been doing all day?”

I smirked to myself and moved away from them, heading straight for the kitchen, “Just stuff.”

Michelle was right where I’d figured she’d be. She wore a knowing expression on her face, though I didn’t comment on it, pulling her in for a hug, “What’s going on, girl?”

“I should ask you the same question,” she smirked in my direction, handing me a knife and motioning toward the cutting board with fruit, “You must’ve had a busy day.”

“Not really,” I shrugged vaguely, “We slept in today.”

She giggled, “Uh huh. If you did so much sleeping, then why the hell does Zack look like he ran a marathon?”

I blinked, looking through the sliding glass door to see Zack and Brian outside. Zack was sprawled across the patio floor, eyes glazed over as he puffed heavily on a cigarette. Brian was howling with laughter at something. I stifled a laugh and turned to Michelle, face blank as I shrugged.

“Mmhmm,” came Michelle’s disbelieving tone.

I scoffed, “Don’t you ‘Mmhmm’ me! I’m the one you got that from!”

“Call ‘em like I see ‘em,” she said in a sing-song voice, turning to the pasta salad she was making. That was one of my lines, too.

“Whatever,” I grumbled, finishing with the fruit she’d asked me to cut, “Where’s Mason?”

“Jimmy has him,” she nodded towards the living room, “He and Lee came over not too long ago.”

Oh boy. Leana was here.

“Okay,” I practically sighed, “Let me go see what they’re up to.”

However much dread I might’ve felt as I neared Brian and Michelle’s living room, it was quickly replaced with happiness as I heard my son’s laughter. Upon entering the room, I stopped just behind the couch to see Jimmy in the middle of the floor, hair sticking up and a goofy smile plastered on his face. Mason lay on top of his stomach, shrieking with laughter as Jimmy made faces up at him.

I spotted Leana curled up on the sofa, watching the two of them with a soft smile. I knew how much she’d been thinking of having children lately, though she didn’t want a baby to conflict with Jimmy’s career and schedule. She was worried and for a valid reason, though nothing I could say to her would assure her that things would be fine. Jimmy still froze up at the thought of kids, though just watching him with my son, Leana and I both knew that he was ready to become a father.

I decided to make my presence known, “Well, you’re just having so much fun down there with Uncle Jimmy that you won’t ever wanna come home with Momma and Zacky, will you?”

Mason’s light brown eyes snapped to mine, “Acky?”

“That’s right, buddy,” Zack rounded the corner, arms outstretched for the little boy, “Zacky’s right here.”

It was like watching a movie. Mason’s entire face lit up and his lips curved into a wide grin. He began reaching for Zack, though I knew he’d stay put because he couldn’t walk yet. Zack scooped him up from Jimmy’s long torso and wrapped him up in a hug, one that had Mason squealing loudly.

The expression on Zack’s face was cute, too. His eyes never left Mason as he clung onto him, swaying from side to side and burying his nose in Mason’s light curls. The two of them went quiet immediately, and I noticed Leana’s eyes water up. Mine did, too.

The bond between them was so strong. Zack could get Mason to do anything, and whenever he walked into the room, Mason’s whole face just lit up. Mason could barely say more than three words, but he sure knew Zack’s name. Was ‘Momma’ or ‘Mommy’ anywhere in his vocabulary? No.

“I missed you, did you know that?” Zack spoke to the baby in his arms. Mason didn’t say anything as he grabbed hold of his pacifier and stuck it into his mouth with a grin. I giggled. Zack could tell Mason that the world was coming to an end; it wouldn’t faze him one bit as long as Zack was there.

I knew that one day, Zack would make an incredible father. I’d always known that. He was just too caring and loveable to not make a good parent. Maria and James would both be proud; contrary to what the outside world may have thought about Zack Baker, they had raised him just right.

My eyes went to Leana, only to lock directly with her gaze. She cocked an eyebrow and nodded towards Zack and Mason, and I knew just what she was thinking. Anyone with eyes could see it. Zack was a perfect father figure for Mason, though I would never expect him to fill that role. Mason was my responsibility and mine alone unless something happened to me. I wouldn’t put him off on anyone else or even sucker my boyfriend into taking more care of him. That wasn’t fair, even if Zack was technically Mason’s god father. He had enough to worry about without a baby being added to the list.

A baby. Be it Mason or a second child, I couldn’t handle the stress of another pregnancy.

I knew Zack had wanted kids when he and Gena had been together. But he’d only come to realize that after Gena had told him she was pregnant. In a way, he’d had to be okay with a baby because he was getting one…or so he thought. But now, he didn’t seem to be thinking about kids. Mason had filled the empty void he’d felt after the baby issue with his ex, and Zack had seemed content with simply being a god father. Who’s to say that he didn’t change his mind about wanting to have kids or not?

But then again, who’s to say I was pregnant? Sure, a lot of things I did and said made it seem like I was. But really, pregnancy was just increased hormone levels plus the baby. Cravings didn’t only exist for pregnant women, and neither did a little extra horniness or a cry session.

So in reality, I had nothing to worry about. If I was truly pregnant, as Leana often suggested, I would know….right?

“Baby?”

Blinking, I turned to see Zack and Mason not even three feet from me. Mason had his arms outstretched in my direction with a pout on his face, while Zack simply wore a frown on his face.

“Yeah?” I asked, smiling softly at Mason and pulling him into my chest.

“You okay? I’ve been calling your name for a while,” he eyed me carefully, pressing a kiss to my exposed shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, closing my eyes momentarily as a wave of pleasure washed over me, “I was just spacing out.”

He chuckled, pulling away from me, “I’ll say. We’re heading out back if you need one of us.”

‘Oh,” I nodded quickly, pushing my lips to his for a kiss, “We’ll be in here for a bit.”

I watched as he, Brian, and Jimmy filed outside, cigarettes and lighters in hand. Brian had a six pack in the other hand. Leana didn’t say anything as she grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the kitchen.

Michelle was still just where I’d left her. She had a wide range of things to eat, including a little baby plate for Mason. I swear, people spoiled that boy wherever he went. Brian made sure they had a little high chair over here for Mason, too. Only the guys could get Mason to eat, so I knew that no matter whose house my son went to, there was a chair and someone to feed him.

“Everything looks good,” Leana smiled over at Michelle, nodding in approval as she breezed into the kitchen. Mason grinned over at her before tucking his face into my shoulder. I didn’t know why he pretended to be shy all the time. We all knew there wasn’t a shy bone in that little boy’s body.

“It does,” I agreed, pulling out a chair at the marbled island and taking a seat. My ankles hurt some, especially with Mason’s weight added onto mine. For a premie, he was mighty big. I didn’t know how that was possible, but it was. Heavy little brat.

“What are you making?” Leana asked curiously, standing over the stove with Michelle so that she could get a peak.

“A friend from work recommended a few recipes, so I wanted to try some today,” she grinned, reaching over and picking a folded piece of stationary off the countertop. She handed it to Leana, “I’ve gotten some enchiladas going, and then I wanna try grilled shrimp tacos. Those ought to keep the boys busy.”

Leana’s mouth practically watered, “That sounds…amazing.”

I was just about to agree when I stopped short, sniffing the air. My eyes immediately went to Mason, who flashed me a brilliant, toothless smile. I knew what that smile went. I quickly excused myself and made a beeline for the upstairs bathroom, knowing the there’d be wipes stashed inside.

“Good Lord,” I kept myself from cursing in front of Mason, “What have your aunts and uncles been feeding you, boy?”

A giggled left his lips as he squirmed, though I held him still and told him not to move. I don’t think it didn’t much good. Holding onto his hands, I pushed his shirt up, and then unsnapped his onesie. Mason paid me no mind as he gnawed on one of his little toys. I cleaned him up and discarded the dirty diaper before wiping his hands, too. I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I managed to hold him and wash my own ands at the same time before I exited the bathroom.

I could smell the enchiladas Michelle had made all the way from where I was. I knew it was only a matter of time before she served those, whether the other stuff was ready or not. Brian and Zack could smell food from miles away, and it was only a matter of time before she had those two begging at her knees like starved children.

I took my time on the stairs, and when I finally reentered the kitchen, I snorted upon seeing Jimmy looming over the stove. Michelle fussed and slapped his hands away. Leana had her hands full, too. She fought to keep Brian and Zack seated at the island as they both whined simultaneously about being hungry. Mason perked up at all the smells wafting through the air, too, but I already knew that Michelle had fixed him something much blander to eat.

One-handed, I fixed the boys each a plate. I started with three enchiladas per plate, a hefty helping of the mixed fruit we’d cut up, refried beans and rice. I made sure to fix Mason with a warning look whenever he seemed ready to stick his little fingers in the food. He was good, but I knew if someone didn’t feed him, he’d have a meltdown, and a bad one at that. Michelle served drinks as I began fixing tacos.

“Can you put guacamole on mine, babe?” Zack asked through a mouthful of food.

I wrinkled my nose at the thought, “Sure. You want it on all three?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, holding out his arms, “Bring Mas over here so I can feed him. He looks irritable.”

With a sigh, I handed him over and allowed Zack to take the scowling baby and cover him with a bib. Leana passed Mason’s plate to Brian, who passed it to Zack. Mason’s eyes lit up in anticipation. I turned back to Zack’s plate and grabbed the container of guacamole, slowly opening it up. Just the color of it grossed me the fuck out.

“Alright, bud, you ready?” Zack cooed at my son with a grin, “Open up wide!”

The look on Mason’s face was priceless. It was as if that first bite of food had just changed him. It was kind of like watching a Snickers commercial, and I found that to be hilarious. I turned back to Zack’s plate and eyed the guacamole. It didn’t look very appealing. I’d never fund it interesting or even remotely good. I gathered the gooey mess on a large spoon before covering the tops of Zack’s tacos with it.

God help me, I thought. This had to have been the most repulsive shit I’d ever laid my eyes on.

My eyes watered and my mouth salivated, though not in a good way. My heart raced as my breathing became shallow. I felt the life just leave my body. I looked at the others. They were all grinning at Mason, who clapped happily in between each bite of grilled chicken and fruit he’d been given. Surely, no one would notice if I slipped out for a bit.

Slowly, I inched away from the counter, holding my breath as I made a countdown from ten. When I neared the entrance to the kitchen, I turned and booked it for the upstairs bathroom. I flew so quickly up those steps that I nearly tripped and broke my neck.

I found the bathroom relatively easily and rushed over to the toilet, ducking my head and spilling the contents of my stomach inside the porcelain bowl. My heart thumped inside my chest as I came up for air, only to push my head back down for another round. I wasn’t sure how long I’d stayed attached to that toilet, but I knew that I was exhausted. All I could do was slump down the side of it when I was done, and lay my head on the cool floor.

Something wet on my face broke me out of the daze I’d fallen into, and I looked to see Leana crouched over me with a soft smile as she moved a wet cloth around my face. Michelle appeared behind her, eyes watery as she reached out to me. I took her hands in mine, allowing her to pull me off the floor and over to the sink so that I could brush my teeth.

“Here,” Michelle offered me a toothbrush and placed a comforting hand on my back.

I took the toothbrush and loaded it up with toothpaste before scrubbing my entire mouth. I didn’t want to leave a single trace of vomit. Leana reached behind me and flushed the toilet before wiping it down with Clorox wipes. I finished brushing and rinsed before tossing the toothbrush out.

Turning, I saw Michelle looking at me with a soft expression, “You can’t ignore it any longer, sweetie.”

Leana appeared by her side with a nod, “It’s time to take a test.”