The Crystal 3 by Jones M (uplifting books for women .txt) 📕

glimpse of the still-pouring rain. Zane was right about it not dying down anytime soon.

I drew back the curtains as I turned to go towards the kitchen. Zane was already there with an apron and oven mittens.

"Dinner will be ready in about half an hour," he said as he took off the oven mittens, making me widen my eyes in shock.

"What? Already?" I asked, getting a nod of the head from him. "How long was I in the shower?"

"About an hour," he replied, and I just blinked in shock. "No worries. I understand how relaxing a hot shower can be."

I decided to just nod my head.

"I need to take a shower. Feel free to do as you please," Zane informed me before leaving the kitchen.

I moved towards the oven. I looked at it, spotting the food that was made visible by the internal orange light. I was surprised to notice it was lasagna.

My stomach grumbled at the smell, startling me. I was surprised that Zane could cook so well. I just hoped the thirty minutes would soon pass. Hopefully, I could find something to do as the food continued cooking.

That reminded me of my phone. With wide eyes, I searched for it. It took me a long while to which my frustration increased, but I finally found it in the entertainment room, buried under a couch.

Really? You were here all along? I thought as I stared angrily at the device. I switched it on, realizing I had three missed calls. I decided to phone the caller.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"I'm okay, Ashley."

"I'm at your house. I called the rest to ask where you are, but nobody knew. Where are you?"

"I'm with Zane."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"What?"

"It's okay. I'm at Zane's house. I'll be sleeping here tonight."

"Ooh," Ashley gushed. "By sleeping, do you mean..."

"Ashley," I chastised.

"Okay. I won't tease you... for now. Anyway, I'm glad to hear you're okay. I'll be staying at your home for tonight."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

"Great! See you tomorrow."

The call ended after that. I stared at the phone for a while, thinking about what else to do.

"Who was that?" Zane's voice carried in the room.

"That was Ashley. She's staying at my house. Wow! That was a fast..." I trailed off as I turned to face Zane.

He was shirtless again, showing off his muscular form that appeared golden-brown in the lighting. His six-pack clenched as he shifted on his feet. He had worn a white towel around his waist that showed off a bit of the 'V' of his hips. He wasn't facing me, busy wiping off the droplets off his chest with another towel that dangled around his neck. His pecs moved, and his arm muscles bulged and contracted as he continued wiping himself. Zane had bent his head to concentrate on his wet torso. His hair was also wet, some strands sticking onto his forehead. I immediately felt a jolt of electricity run through my form.

"A fast what?" Zane asked as he raised his head to face me. I quickly diverted my eyes to his face, a blush forming on my cheeks as I hoped he had not caught me ogling.

"Shower. I thought you would take longer," I replied as calmly as I could. Zane gave me a look of confusion.

"I think ten minutes have passed," he said with a smile. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?" I asked. Had I been looking for my phone for that long?

Instead, Zane grinned before turning to head towards the hallway. As he walked, I took a good, long look.

Even his back is sexy.

I couldn't believe the effect he still had on me. I thought I would be used to seeing him half-naked by then, considering we had had sex a couple of times, but I was wrong. He could still make my crotch throb with need.

Zane later returned to the dining room, thankfully having worn clothes. He had worn black boxers and a gray shirt with sleeves that barely reached his elbows. That meant that I got to see his arm muscles. I guess it was something I could bear seeing.

"So, what about that dinner?" Zane said. I had smiled before we proceeded to prepare the dining room table. We conversed as we did so, and the food in the oven was soon ready. Zane and I settled ourselves around the dining room table with our plates of lasagna and garlic bread. As we ate, Zane and I talked about stuff that came to our minds.

We had finished our meals, and we began preparing to go to bed. Zane led me to the bathroom. He handed me a new toothbrush that he had stored in case a guest planned to spend the night. We brushed together in the bathroom without saying a word, and about five minutes later, we were done.

"Alright. Do you mind if we call it a night?" Zane asked me. "I'm not sure, but I may have to go to the school tomorrow."

"It's no problem," I replied.

"Okay. Let me lead you to the bedroom," Zane spoke. We entered his hallway again, and after covering a few feet, we stopped at a closed door. Zane pushed it open, and I was momentarily stunned in surprise.

Zane was not a slob, and the room in front of me proved it. It was large. A king-sized bed was positioned on my right. A mahogany desk was on my left with two monitors on it, a keyboard and a mouse. A wardrobe was placed on its side, and in front of me was a window that was blocked by thick gray curtains.

"Wow," I said, moving into the room and sitting on the bed. The bed was a bit cold, but I found it comfortable. "I like your room."

"I'm glad," Zane replied. I was feeling the sheets when I turned to face him, giving him an appreciative smile.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

That was followed by a moment of silence, the both of us not knowing what to say. The only things I could hear was the thunder, the wind blowing outside and the rain. The volume of our external environment was thankfully low.

"Well, good night," Zane said, turning to leave the room.

"Wait," I said, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to face me. "Where are you going to sleep?"

"Emery, don't worry about me. I can take the couch."

My mouth dropped in disbelief.

"No. Come sleep with me," I said. A few seconds later, it dawned on me what I had requested. I thought over it and quickly agreed with the suggestion.

"That's the problem, Emery," Zane told me with a groan. It was then that I realized his eyes had turned a dark brown. "If I share the bed with you, none of us are going to sleep anytime soon."

Zane's voice had deepened, and with the way he was looking at me, I couldn't help but feel the start of arousal.

"What if I want to share the bed with you?" I said, much to Zane's surprise. "What if I want you to touch me..."

"Emery--"

"...and to feel you all over me. What if I want your cock inside me, making me crazy with need until I come?"

"Emery, I'm begging you to stop. I am literally seconds away from taking you. I won't be able to stop until you lose consciousness."

I shuddered at his words. They produced an image in my mind of Zane in between my legs, pistoning his hips into mine at a fast rate and drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of me within seconds. I was forced to clench my legs as I felt a dripping sensation on the inside of my thighs.

"Are you sure you can do that?" I teased, kind of breathy from the arousal I was feeling.

I anticipated what came next. With a groan, Zane had backed me into a wall and placed his lips on mine.

 

Chapter 24B

Emery's P.O.V

Zane pressed my form against the wall as he continued kissing me. I thought I would have gotten used to the sensation of his lips on mine by then, but I was wrong. Fiery tingles ran through my form, and they became stronger when Zane wrapped his arms around my waist. 

His lips rubbed against mine as he continued the passionate kiss. The sound of the rain became tuned out as my senses shifted to focus on Zane. It made everything intense for me.

Zane groaned as he urged my form closer to his. His hands cupped my butt, pushing me closer to him. His tongue soon probed my lips open, attacking mine in a sensual caress. I moaned in his mouth, reveling in the feeling of his tongue deliciously touching mine. As he did this, his hands moved to roam around my back.

"Zane..." I trailed off in a moan, and Zane groaned in my lips. His hold on me tightened, and it didn't take seconds before his hands reached into my shirt.

Zane's lips trailed to my cheeks and to my neck, kissing the susceptible spot near my shoulder. His hands that were in my shirt caressed my skin. The texture of his fingers and the heat coming from his hands made me feel goosebumps on my flesh.

"Emery..." Zane groaned on my neck before placing his lips on mine once again. The hands in my shirt trailed higher, and it didn't take long for them to caress my back.

Zane momentarily stopped kissing me. He looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"You're braless?" he asked huskily. I went to speak, but his hands found out the answer. They quickly grasped my breasts, squeezing them and sending heat to my core. His fingers rubbed against the tip of my nipples.

I gasped at the action, feeling a throbbing sensation in my pussy.

"I want it off," he said, grasping parts of the shirt in his hands. He quickly tugged it off me, leaving my torso bare for him to see.

"Fuck!" he commented before attacking my lips again. My form was soon pressed against his. My breasts were flush against his chest, and the heat that was coming from him made my nipples pebble.

I mewled, rubbing myself against him. The texture of his shirt teased my nipples, making them pebble further.

Zane groaned before reaching for his shirt. He quickly tugged it off, exposing his muscular chest.

He pressed himself against me once again. I moaned when my nipples made contact with his heated skin. The light hairs tickled my nipples, and the delicious feeling spread to my core, making me want to squeeze my legs in want.

Zane's hands reached for my waist. He wrapped one of his arms around my middle, and he placed the other one on my front. Soon, the hand on my front was starting a journey going downwards. Zane's fingers tugged at a nipple, releasing a moan from me. The hand went lower, caressing the skin of my stomach as it did so. 

"Zane-- Oh!" I cut myself off with a moan when his fingers found my cunt. He moved his hand further so it could cup my pussy. The hand gently rubbed against the lips, and it soon grasped the inside of my thigh. I felt a warm wetness on the skin.

"You're wet for me, Emery," Zane whispered on my lips, still giving me his dizzying kisses.