Free Zachary David Productions by Gina Watson

turned toward her.
    “Fine. Priscilla made a few films with Sawyer. During filming and editing, she and I grew close, and then we started fucking, off camera. I didn’t know Sawyer liked her and she didn’t express anything to me so I thought theirs was a purely professional relationship.”
    “Wait…Sawyer was making porn?”
    “He did for a while. When he found out about my relationship with Priscilla, he left. She and I were together for five months. At the time, I was partying pretty hard and used a little recreational cocaine.” He sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. “She started using and it got out of hand. Sawyer’s right, I destroyed her.” He swallowed hard. “I introduced her to it…it was my fault she got hooked. I tried to help her…tried to force her to go through rehab, but in the end I failed.”
    His elbows hit the desk and he placed his head in his hands.
    Seeing him so broken was hard. She’d only ever seen him happy, and she remembered he smiled a lot—a perfect white and straight smile that made her chest flutter.
    “Hey.” She threw off her blanket and gathered his hands in hers, pulling him toward the bed. She slid in under the covers and pulled him with her. Covering them sufficiently she wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t say or do anything, but he accepted her embrace.
    After a while his breathing evened out.
    “You didn’t introduce Priscilla to cocaine.” She needed him to understand what she was about to tell him.
    “What?”
    “Her brother struggled with addiction. When we were fourteen, Priscilla got hold of some stuff. She wanted me to do it with her. When I wouldn’t she found a new set of friends. She did a few rehabs and when she’d get clean we’d be friends again for a while, but she always found her way back into that numb abyss.”
    She loosened her hold a little so that he could turn and look into her eyes. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
    “Make love to me.”
    “You want me to?” Did he have to ask?
    “Yes, Zach.”
    “Tell me why.”
    “Because I want you. All the way, I want you.”
    “You want it to be me, or will anyone do?”
    That really wasn’t a fair comment, but she knew he was hurting so she let it slide. She’d use her body to make him understand how much it had to be him.
    “No, it has to be you. I want you.”
    He slid from the covers and walked toward the door. She felt tears sting her eyes at his rejection, but then he shut the door and engaged the latch. To her, locking a door meant private things would happen…seductive things…intimate things.
    He climbed back into position and then his lips pressed into hers, massaging her open. His tongue slipped in and he explored her, consuming her from the inside out. She tried to reciprocate, but his obsession was impossible to match. He broke the kiss and she gulped for the fresh air that she’d been gladly deprived.
    “I’ve wanted you since the moment you stood in my doorway, announcing you’d come to clean.”
    “I couldn’t tell. I didn’t even think you were attracted to me.”
    His head rested between her breasts. “You’re crazy.” His hand slid across her skin, warming. Cupping her breast he kissed her again. This time slow, methodical. Taking it slow, he was going to mark every inch of her. He squeezed her breast in his hand, pinching the hardened nipple.
    He explored her left side by slipping under her tight shirt, skin on skin, his hands moved in a sensual motion that reminded her of a fluid, hypnotic melody. He took off her shirt and cupped her in his hands. Her nipples puckered hard and Zach rubbed his cheeks over the hardened pebbles. Warmth flooded her between the legs.
    She wanted to keep still but couldn’t and instead her neck bowed and a deep moan escaped her throat. His moist lips traced the vein in her neck, sliding down and then across her collarbone before dipping between her breasts. He sucked lightly at the skin