Zaryk Page 7

  “Oh my god! I can’t breathe!” Amberlynn laughs hysterically.

  Zayden and Jessica bust out laughing and the whole room erupts. “The party has come back downstairs!” Zayden raises a glass to his brother.

  Zaryk raises his bottle of vodka back and they both drink. Everybody gathers with their glasses or bottles of booze.

  “Here’s to a successful first tour and a hope for many more. You guys rocked tonight and I couldn’t ask for better friends, I mean, brothers. After a well-deserved break, let’s crank out a kick ass second album and keep the show going!” Deklan raises his glass to the middle.

  “Hell to the yes!” Kreed follows and we all touch glasses and drink.

  I look to my side expecting Zaryk to be there, but he’s not. I look around; he’s on his phone in the foyer, his back turned to us. The music is playing again so I can’t hear what he’s saying but his body language suggests it’s not a pleasant phone call. He ends the call and disappears through a door and emerges by the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, he disappears again.

  I turn to follow him but Amberlynn grabs my arm. “Amberlynn, I need to go see if Zaryk is okay.”

  “He’s fine.” She yanks my arm.

  I tear it out of her grasp; she turns to me wide-eyed. “I’m going to find out what’s got Zaryk so pissed off.”

  When I reach his room he’s sitting on the edge of his bed. It looks like someone just shattered his world. I approach cautiously. “Zaryk? Is everything okay?”

  He just stares at me; the intensity in his eyes is enough to make me want to back away. My heart pounds and I think it may just leap out of my chest. Zaryk slowly rises and closes in on me. I take a step back and the darkness in his eyes turns into a raging fire. Desire burns more and more the closer he gets. He’s standing right in front of me. Reaching around, he closes the door. It slams shut and the butterflies in my stomach flutter again.

  His arm reaches up and long fingers spread across my neck. I raise my chin and he pushes my body against the door. Our breathing is heavy.

  His eyes are still burning into me, his fingers still around my neck. “I want you Lyndsay. I’m going to make you scream my name so loud they’ll fucking hear you downstairs,” he says in a low tone against my lips. My entire body trembles.

  I swallow hard. Sensations down below make my body tense and my mind race. His other hand sneaks under my skirt and I hear a quick intake of breath. “Well, aren’t you just a naughty little girl. Where’d your panties disappear to I wonder?” He trails his finger down to my heat and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. His finger flicks across my clit and I let my eyes close. I’m in heaven. “You didn’t leave them off for me did you?”

  I open my eyes and he’s staring at me with a wicked grin on his lips. He lowers them to mine and kisses me softly. I moan into his mouth when he slides two fingers inside me. His other hand releases my neck and I wrap my arms around him. The kiss intensifies as he moves both hands under my butt and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his hardness pressing into me. There’s a sense of urgency in his kiss. I don’t know what’s got him so riled up right now but I’m too turned on to care. I’m about to have sex again with the hottest guy on the planet. My inner fan girl is all giddy.

  He spins me around and takes me to the bed. I can’t help but moan as he pushes me over and I land face first onto it. I feel him lean over and he bites my shoulder as he grinds into me from behind. God I wish I could see him, but this feeling of losing all control to him is heaven. His hand comes around to caress my jaw and he whispers in my ear. “You’re amazing Lyndsay. I wish I’d come after you. I never should’ve let you leave.” He leans into me even more and I whimper. I’m too afraid to say anything. “Tell me I should’ve come. Tell me you wanted me.” His hands slide down to my hips and he rocks me back toward him.

  “Yes, I wanted you.” I’m barely able to form the words. My heart is racing and I need him to take me now. I turn over so I’m facing him.

  His hands slowly work up my body sliding my shirt up over my head. Then he slides my skirt off in a way that’s making me go mad – slowly and teasingly. The thought of his flesh against mine again makes my whole body tremble with need. I want him to touch me - every inch of my body yearns for his fingers and lips. He steps back and looks at me in my lacey black bra and stiletto boots. “I could get used to this,” he says in a low, sexy tone. I swiftly sit up and pull his shirt over his head and unzip his pants. I pull them down and he springs free.

  “Remember that guy?” He smirks and dives into my mouth for a kiss.

  “I can’t wait to meet him again,” I whisper against his lips and reach down and wrap my fingers around his thick cock.

  All of his weight is on me again. My back arches and my hips rise, telling him I want him now. He reaches over and grabs a condom.

  “Zaryk, you don’t need that,” I say and he stares at me in surprise. With a gleam in his eye he throws the condom aside. “Zaryk, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

  He pulls back and looks down at me. Then he turns around and walks toward his reading net. I’m confused. Why is he leaving me? Oh, that ass. I could stare at it forever.

  “Zaryk?” He doesn’t turn back so I start to follow him up. Why isn’t he listening to me?

  “You know Lyndsay, I’ve never brought anyone up here for what I’m about to do to you.” And with that he pulls me down.

  I let out a squeal as I fall. I feel like I’m going to keep going and hit the hardwood floor below, but then I land on him and feel the soft swing of the net below us.

  “How does this even work?” I giggle.

  “Like this.” He brings me onto his lap and I feel him slide into me. It’s a feeling of home; of being complete. I feel like I could cry right now.

  “Zaryk,” I moan, feeling him push deeper into me. He bites my neck and I scream.

  “God, that sound, Lyndsay. Maybe you should do it some more.” His hand snakes around my waist and the other trails down my stomach, making lazy circles as it slithers slowly toward his goal. He starts to stroke me and another scream erupts from my lips. “Come for me Lyndsay. I want everyone to know it’s me that makes you feel this way.”

  “Oh, God, Zaryk.” I moan even louder. I’m pretty sure the neighbors a couple of blocks away can hear us.

  “Say my name again. I love hearing it from your lips.”

  “Zaryk,” I whisper. It’s all I can do at this point.

  His mouth finds my neck again as our speed picks up. He kisses me lightly and, as he nibbles my ear, I swear I hear him say he loves me. I must be hearing things, I think, as we both moan. My back arches and he pushes even harder into me.

  “You feel so fucking good, Lynds,” he growls into my ear as we both shatter. I look up at the sky above us and the stars fade out of vision.

  Collapsing down onto his chest, my breathing is heavy and ragged, and matches his. His arms wrap around me and he kisses the top of my head.

  “That was amazing,” I say as the net beneath us sways. I feel him pull me even closer and his heartbeat seems as frantic as mine.

  “Thank you for coming back to me Lyndsay. Nothing’s been the same without you.” He presses a kiss into my hair and my heart melts just a little.

  “I love you, Zaryk,” I whisper before I can stop the words. I’m half-asleep and maybe he is too. Maybe he didn’t hear me.

  “I love you too, Lynds. I always have.”

  I smile and the slow swinging of the net rocks us to sleep.

  ~ Eleven ~

  Zaryk

  I look down and see Lyndsay’s sweet face nestled into my chest. I could easily wake up to this every day. A text alert erases those happy thoughts immediately. I slide out from under her, being careful not to wake the sleeping angel. Quietly, I slip on a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of sweatpants. I dig through my clothes from last night and pluck my phone from my jeans pocket.

  I swipe the screen and groan
at the text message staring back at me. I’m in deep shit.

  I reply to her text and tell her to meet me at our old make-out spot later tonight. I rub my hand over my face and turn to look up at Lyndsay. She’s not going to like this and I can’t let her go again. I haven’t been able to get her out of my fucking mind since the night we were together. But how in the world can I tell her that Kendall’s pregnant without losing her?

  I hop in the shower. I’ll try my hardest to wash the guilt off my face before she sees me. I’m not even certain this is my baby. Kendall was sleeping with Seth too, so how do I know the baby isn’t his and she just wants money? Perfect timing, since I have plenty of it now. This is going to be a huge cluster fuck.

  After my shower, I get dressed, and slick my wet hair down the middle of my head. I head downstairs to the kitchen and reach for the alcohol. I hold the bottle of clear liquid for a moment, thinking I could just numb all of this, but what’s the point? The shit is still there when you sober up.

  I place the bottle back down and check the refrigerator for something to eat. My stomach doesn’t like any of the choices inside so I grab a bottle of water and a yogurt, hoping it will go down easy, and get comfortable at the table.

  As soon as I finish my yogurt I hear a voice behind me. “Wow, you’re up early!” Zayden says in surprise.

  I never even looked at the time, 8:30 a.m. Today’s going to be a long day.

  “What’s going on? You’re never up at this time of day.” Zayden grabs milk, a yogurt and a granola bar and sits in the chair next to me.

  My phone dings and I throw it onto the table. It’s Kendall … again. I’m going to lose my fucking mind. “The damn phone and the blinding light of day woke me up.” I let out a loud sigh.

  A concerned look fills my brother’s face. He knows when something’s wrong with me and he hates it when I’m upset.

  “You want to talk about it?” he says, spooning some yogurt into his mouth. He makes a face and slides the container away. “Not a good combo with the hangover. Ugh.”

  I sigh again and slump in the chair. “Kendall keeps texting me.”

  “What does that bitch want?” His tone surprises me and my eyebrows shoot up. “Sorry, you know how I feel about her.”

  I rub my hands over my face and tell him the glorious news. “Zayden, she’s pregnant.”

  The milk in his mouth goes flying across the table, splattering everywhere. “I’m sorry, what?”

  I slouch farther down in the hard, uncomfortable chair. “She says the baby is mine but I don’t know. She was sleeping with the douche bag so it could be his. Maybe she’s trying to get her hands on some cash. I don’t know. I’m meeting her tonight to hash it out.”

  Zayden grabs a towel, eyes it speculatively, shrugs, and starts cleaning up the milk. The look on his face is a cross between shock and confusion. “Does Seth know? Dude, did you really have to give in and sleep with her before the tour?”

  “He knows she’s pregnant and seriously, it was a moment of sheer weakness on my part … and an abundance of alcohol.”

  He swallows hard. “I wouldn’t want to get mixed up with him. Ya know, I always wondered what the hell happened. I sure as hell can’t figure out why he felt the need to go off like he did." He sits back in his chair and fiddles with the wrapper of the granola bar. “Do you want me to go with you?”

  “No, I need to go by myself. I doubt the jackass will be there and if he is, oh well.” I shrug.

  “Just don’t go getting yourself killed, okay?” Zayden looks at me, concerned for what could happen if Seth loses his temper. I won’t lie, Seth’s become quite intimidating, but I can hold my own. I roll my eyes and nod.

  “What are you going to do if you are the father?” he asks as he drops back down in his chair.

  “The father?” a soft voice squeaks from the counter.

  I whip around to see Lyndsay standing there. When did she come downstairs? The expression on her face is one I never wanted to see; she’s hurt and her eyes glisten with a hint of anger.

  I jump up. “Lyndsay.”

  She takes a step back and holds her hands up in front of her as if telling me to stop right where I’m at. As usual I don’t listen and keep moving toward her. She shakes her head and runs.

  “Fuck.”

  ******

  Lyndsay

  I hurry into Zaryk’s bedroom and slam the door shut. I lean back against it and the tears cascade down my face. He might be a father? I slam my head against the door a couple of times then decide to grab my things and get the hell out of there. What was I thinking? I should’ve stayed far away from him. How could this happen? It’s like Corbin all over again.

  As I grab the last of my things and turn toward the door I’m greeted with that gorgeous face of his. His eyes are full of dejection. My gaze travels down and follows the sexy V to the top of his sweatpants that are hanging just right on his hips. I’m instantly turned on by this man’s presence. No. I can’t let him do this to me. I go to push past him but he grabs my arm.

  “Let go of me, Zaryk,” I say as sternly as I can, but my voice wavers anyway.

  He has both of my arms now and looks into my eyes. “Lyndsay, please listen to me. I …”

  I cut him off. “Were you not going to tell me the big news? Congratulations.”

  He grips my arms tighter. “I don’t know if I’m the father or not.”

  Another tear skims down my cheek. “Who is she?”

  “Kendall called me last night …”

  I wrestle from his grasp and move around him to get to the door. Of course it’s Kendall. Corbin did the same thing. The same damn thing!

  “Lyndsay! Let me explain!” His voice is loud, making me shrink.

  He moves closer to me and places his hand on my shoulder. It’s trembling. “Please, Lyndsay. I don’t know if I’m the father. My best guess is she wants money and I’m an easy target because we had sex around the time she got pregnant. But she was with this other guy too so it could be his and I’m going to find out.”

  I turn to look at him, tears falling. “You want me to stick around while you find out? What if you are the father? What then?”

  “I have to do the right thing.” He shrugs.

  He looks so torn about the whole thing. I’m finally with a guy who I’ve thought about, and dreamed about, for the past three years and he might be the father of a baby his ex-fiancé is expecting. This is fucked up. I feel sick to my stomach and I don’t know what to do. I’m not ready to deal with anyone’s ex. Let alone a pregnant ex-fiancé. I didn’t stick around when this happened with Corbin. Why should I stick around now?

  He moves closer until he’s right in front of me. Reaching out, he grabs my hands and presses his lips to my palms. “Please don’t leave,” he whispers and leans his forehead against mine.

  I close my eyes. “Zaryk, I …”

  “Please, Lyndsay. I can’t lose you again.” He lowers his lips to mine.

  His lips are so soft, but filled with desperation. When our mouths part he rests his forehead back on mine. I look up to his eyes but they’re closed.

  “I need you,” he says in a low voice, still pressing his forehead into mine. “You make me smile, really smile.” He opens his eyes. The pain I see in them tears at my heart. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. “I’m going to meet Kendall later tonight to talk about what’ll happen if this baby is mine. You’re who I want, Lyndsay, only you.”

  His kiss is more intense this time and I feel the need in him. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if the baby is his. But now I’ll just hold onto him while I can.

  ~ Twelve ~

  Zaryk

  Kendall’s leaning up against her car, I park beside her and get out. She approaches and wraps her arms around me. I hesitate and then bring my arms around her waist. My nose takes in the sweet, vanilla scent of her chestnut hair. God, I still miss this, but Kendall is no
good for me. I could never trust her. When I’m free from her grasp I stare down at the bump straining against her tight shirt.

  “It’s so nice to see you again, Zaryk. She touches my face with the palm of her hand.

  Her hand lingers for a moment and I slap it from my face. “Let’s get this over with, Kendall. I have plans for the night and they don’t involve you.”

  She steps back, a look of surprise on her face. One hand rests on her belly and my heart is beating at top speed. The realization that my son or daughter could be growing in there makes me nervous. I’m not ready to be a father, not yet. We just finished our first tour and I have Lyndsay back in my life. If I lose her again, I’ll land in a fucking psych ward.

  “I need money to pay for my medical expenses, Zaryk.”

  I’m tempted to smack her. The brashness of this woman has me furious. “I don’t even know if this kid is mine. What makes you think I’m going to give you a penny?”

  “Oh please, Zaryk. You know this is your kid. We didn’t use a condom, remember?” She’s leaning back against her car again and seems as calm as can be.

  “You were fucking Seth too. How do I know the baby isn’t his?”

  “Seth’s pretty adamant about using protection, so it can’t be his.”

  “I won’t give you a cent until you prove this kid’s mine. Until then, you can pay for your own shit.”

  A smirk spreads on her pink, glossed lips. “You still want to be with me, I know it. Plus I could go to the press and tell them what a dead beat dad you are since you’re refusing to help pay for the care of your unborn baby.” Her arms are around my neck and her mouth moves close to my ear. She nips at the skin and I close my eyes, exhaling.