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  Zeke’s Pitstop

  Book two in the Fantasies A-Z Series

  By Jennifer Kacey

  Zeke’s Pitstop

  Book two in the Fantasies A-Z Series

  Copyright Never Settle Publishing 2015

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  Formatted by IRONHORSE Formatting

  Cover Graphics – Syneca Featherstone

  Dedication

  To You – Made any pitstops lately?

  Zeke’s Pitstop

  By Jennifer Kacey

  Kinky sex in a pitstop bathroom. One of Zeke’s dirtiest fantasies. Being himself could cost him everything or win him the submission of the one woman who truly matters. His wife.

  Zeke has found himself standing in the position to fulfill his every wicked, kinky fantasy. The person giving him the keys to his freedom? His wife. Aslan. The one person he promised to protect, honor and cherish. Protect. Even from himself. Especially from himself and the cravings running through his veins.

  But she said she wanted him to drop his self-imposed chain and let his monster out of its cage. But what if his wants are too much? Too sick? Too dirty? What if he pushes her away? What if he scares her?

  What if he doesn’t?

  Can she truly handle his needs and desires? Or will his demands change their lives forever, morphing an amazing love into something horrible that he will hate himself for?

  He’s standing at the precipice of everything he’s ever dreamed, but thought was out of reach. To take the next step is up to him. Play it safe or finally be real with the only woman who has ever truly mattered?

  Their answer is only a pitstop away…

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About Jennifer Kacey

  Other Titles by Jennifer Kacey

  Chapter One

  Zeke’s thumb hovered over the keys on his phone.

  To send or not to send? That was the question.

  The simple words on the screen weren’t all he was concerned about. Sending this last text would commit him to a path he’d sworn to himself he would never take.

  With a handful of words, he’d be allowing his monster to slip its chain for the first time in more than a decade.

  Well. The second time, if he counted the night several weeks before when his wife, Aslan, had propositioned him for sex. Not just sex, but kinky sex.

  And the kicker?

  It was to be anonymous sex with a stranger. A stranger. Him.

  One of her fantasies she’d wanted to experience but she only wanted him.

  His cock throbbed beneath his jeans, remembering that night. Her face as he took her ass. The look of his belt around her throat. Across her ass.

  Fuck.

  Hottest woman he’d ever met and she was his. The rings on their fingers said so.

  But therein lay the rub. He’d vowed to keep her safe from all harm. To protect and cherish her ’til death.

  For weeks, they’d been discussing the consensual option of blurring those lines.

  Taking from her, instead of asking for it.

  Using her, worshipping her on a very base level.

  Fucking her.

  Loving her with a bite of pain. Intentionally inflicting it as he did the one thing he swore he’d never do.

  Dominate her.

  The mere thought of her on her knees before him solidified his decision.

  Hitting the send button, he took a shallow breath, sent out a prayer and hoped he wasn’t making a horrible mistake.

  Because if it went wrong, there would be no one to blame but himself. This was his fantasy. He’d planned for every eventuality he could think of and had contingency plans in place in case something really went FUBAR.

  His phone buzzed in his hand and he swiped the screen.

  Yes Sir. Quite ready.

  The words tunneled inside his head as he let the imaginary chain fall to the ground. But it wasn’t the words that had him climbing out of the SUV. That was due to the attached picture of his wife’s panties sitting next to her purse on the kitchen counter at home, where he’d told her to leave them both before she left the house.

  Before she drove a few minutes from their house to the pitstop on the highway. Before she came to meet him. Before she came to submit to him.

  Game on, ran through his mind.

  He loved his wife and trusted her implicitly. She’d convinced him over the last weeks—and hours and hours of conversation—that she wanted this. Needed this. And if he were owning up to it, so did he. And he had every intention of making up for lost time. One more text was all he needed to send before approaching the sliding doors of the large convenience store.

  Raising his phone, he texted his wife her first set of instructions.

  Get a slush. Strawberry, since I know it’s your favorite. You have five minutes.

  I’ll find you.

  It didn’t take long for her response to ping his phone.

  Smiley faces, hearts and an icon of a strawberry were her answers.

  Such things probably shouldn’t make him harder, but they did.

  No.

  She did.

  Everything she did turned him on. Every look, every outfit, every moan.

  Fuck.

  Rock-hard didn’t touch how horny he was for his wife.

  Wedded bliss?

  Hell yeah.

  He made quick work of the few last-minute things he needed to check, each of them making him harder than the last.

  Grabbing a couple random things, he paid for them and the cashier handed him his change. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of her.

  His wife. Aslan.

  She wore a turquoise sundress with white polka dots all over it. White strappy sandals wrapped around her ankles, reminding him of a gladiator.

  His sexy as hell gladiator.

  Behind his zipper, his dick throbbed, reminding him it had been nearly twenty-four hours since he’d been balls deep inside His pussy.

  His.

  He wanted to own it, possess it, use it, take it. But pulling that trigger was a step he just wasn’t ready to do yet.

  Aslan smiled at a couple of people as they were leaving.

  Yes, both of the guys did a double-take after they passed her.

  Yes, he did growl not-so-under his breath.

  His wife tucked her sparkly
wallet under her arm as she reached for a cup to get her slush.

  Zeke glanced around. Every man in the large store seemed to notice her. Several openly stared, while others tried to be nonchalant about gawking at her. One even pulled his sunglasses down to give her the head-to-toe once-over.

  Even a few women glanced in her direction. His cock pulsed again, reminding him of another fantasy he needed to make an actuality. His girl with another girl.

  Hell yes.

  Aslan snapped the dome shaped lid on her cup and fitted the opening under the nozzle marked strawberry as he approached.

  Having to avoid another customer, he brushed against her backside when he was right behind her.

  She stiffened and jolted away, letting the slush dispense over the top of her lid.

  “Excuse me,” he mumbled in her ear as he steadied her hand. “You’re much too pretty to get something on your dress. Allow me.” Without waiting for her to speak, he lifted her hand and licked the icy sweetness from where it dripped down her fingers.

  Her eyes went wide as his tongue lapped up the sticky liquid.

  “I’m married,” she blurted out a bit louder than she apparently meant to, if the blush spreading across her cheeks was any indication.

  “Are you?”

  “Mmhmm,” she replied as he released her hand. She nodded with a smile. “Very happily married.” Her smile nearly stopped his heart.

  Luckiest man ever.

  He raised his eyebrows, more than ready to bait her. “Then why no panties?”

  “Uhh…excuse me?” She nibbled her bottom lip and he couldn’t wait to bite it for her.

  “Brushing against you, I couldn’t help but notice you hadn’t put on panties.” He snagged a straw from a little cubby next to the slushy dispenser and unwrapped it. Sliding it into her drink, he shrugged. “Or course I could be wrong, but…”

  “But?” Her lips closing around the straw sent pins and needles up his back. Her throat working the icy beverage down tempted him.

  He knew exactly how her throat constricted around the head of his cock when she took him all the way. “I could be wrong.” He shrugged again and checked his watch as if he were in a hurry.

  Her eyes darted to each side, then she leaned a bit closer. “And if you’re right?” The lashes covering her light-blue eyes fluttered down and back up.

  Holding her gaze, he took a half step closer, towering over her. His six extra inches in height did something for her. She’d told him hundreds of times how much she loved how much bigger he was. How it made her feel tiny and protected and feminine.

  He’d always thought it a disadvantage because he could hurt her so easily.

  But he wouldn’t hurt her.

  At least, not unintentionally.

  His right hand tingled. The hand he’d used to spank her with.

  If the dilation of her pupils and the color in her cheeks were any indications, she was completely on board with whatever he had in mind.

  He couldn’t help but check one more time. “I’m not certain that what I have in mind would even interest such a lovely woman.”

  The tip of her tongue circled the end of her straw. “You’d be surprised what I would be up for.”

  Giddy.

  Up.

  “Do you see the doors behind me and off to your right?”

  She leaned to that side. “The doors marked bathrooms?” Her tone was not all that pleased, which made him smile. The look on her face made him want to growl.

  Her getting dirty with him, literally, totally did it for him.

  He finally nodded when she looked back at him. “I want you to go in the men’s restro—”

  “The men’s?” she asked in a harsh whisper, her eyes going wide.

  He nodded again. “Meet me in the handicapped stall. You have two minutes to get in undetected. Leave the door closed but unlocked. Take off your dress and hang it on the hook behind the door.” He glanced down. “Leave on the shoes.”

  A blush tinged her cheeks and she nibbled her bottom lip but said nothing. Her nipples beaded beneath her dress, making his mouth water.

  “And no bra on, I see. You know what naughty girls get, don’t you?”

  “What?”

  “Exactly what they’re looking for.”

  Her smile. It stopped him in his tracks and he couldn’t keep from touching her any longer. With a brush of his fingertips, he cupped her cheek. “Your wallet and drink can be put on the floor in the corner of the stall.”

  She sighed, her breath whispering across his lips as he leaned in closer.

  “One more thing.”

  “Mmm?” she dreamily prompted him to continue and closed her eyes.

  “You still need to pay for your drink and your time starts now.”

  Two blinks. Then another.

  Realization of what he’d said seemed to dawn on her. She practically sprinted away from him and toward the counter. Her money somehow magically appeared in her hand, though he never saw her remove her wallet from beneath her arm. Might have had something to do with the fact he was staring at her posterior.

  The attendant tried to chat her up and her congenial nature wouldn’t let her tell him to shut it, nor would it just allow her to walk away mid conversation. At least a minute was eaten up with her trying to edge away. She finally extricated herself but she was clearly flustered.

  Zeke milled about the store, watching her approach the men’s bathroom door. Just as she reached for the handle, a guy barreled out of it and she jumped. They were too far away for Zeke to hear but the dude spoke first, then her, then he shook his head, she looked at her watch and said something else, and then walked further down to the ladies’ room.

  The man’s gaze followed her every move and he finally headed in the opposite direction when Aslan disappeared through the closing door.

  Almost as soon as the man turned around, Aslan snuck out of the women’s bathroom and into the men’s. The guy almost caught her. He glanced in her direction one more time but she was already in the wrong bathroom.

  He shook his head and passed right by Zeke on his way out of the store. Zeke halted his progress. “Excuse me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “What did that woman ask you?”

  “The chick by the bathroom?”

  Zeke nodded.

  “She said she was looking for her husband and asked if anyone else was in the bathroom. I was the only one in there so I said no. Gorgeous chick. If I was her husband, I’d never let that looker out of my sight.”

  Zeke smiled. “Me neither.”

  The other guy walked away and Zeke checked his watch.

  Two minutes.

  Time was up for her.

  He ate up the distance to get to the door, anticipation burning inside him as he checked all around to see if anyone was watching him follow her. As he pulled open the door, he could have sworn he heard a moan from inside the room. His cock jerked, trying to hurry him along.

  The door to the handicapped stall was closed just as he’d asked for it to be. Approaching, he caught the scents of two different things. One of them was her perfume, which called to him. As he pushed the door open, the scent of her pussy reached inside him, locking up the last vestiges of doubt as to whether or not she really wanted this. Wanted him.

  Not the man he showed the world, but his monster. The one he would only show her.

  Locking the stall door, he made sure she’d followed all of his requests.

  Perfectly. She’d done everything he wanted her to, needed her to, perfectly. He expected no less but her attention to his needs fed him. Her enthusiasm for those things rocked him to the very core.

  A tiny tremor traveled up her spine as he stepped closer. The space was filthy. The floor was sticky with who knew what. Bits of paper littered the edges and the toilet seat was up. It didn’t look brand new by any means.

  His palm on the curve of her rear made her jerk so hard he could have sworn she came just a little. He
smiled as he separated her ass cheeks, rubbing the puckered hole hidden between.

  “Please…” she begged as her fingers flexed against the wall she leaned against.

  Game. On.

  Chapter Two

  Licking his finger, he circled her ass hole again. As he dipped the tip of his wet digit inside, her moan fired his blood. “Take a step away from the wall but leave your palms flat against the surface. Good. Now bend forward at the waist. I’m going to plug your ass.”

  “Plug it?” she whispered with a slightly higher tone than normal.

  “With a brand new toy I found the other day.” Pushing his finger in deep, he stretched her hole just enough to make her want more, crave more, and then he withdrew.

  The heavy plug he’d bought online almost reminded him of a corkscrew. Well. It would have, if a corkscrew were made of stainless steel and had a large green jewel on the exposed end so he could stare at it while he fucked her pussy.

  The toy came in a small, black pouch, which he’d slipped in his pocket before he’d left the house. As he withdrew the small bag he asked her, “Would you like to know the rules for today’s little adventure?”

  Glancing over her shoulder, she stared at what was in his hands as he withdrew it from the black material. She bit her lip, looked up at him and then back to the plug. “Yes Sir.”

  Fuck, she turned him on. He could pound nails into concrete with his cock, it was so hard. The need to take her, to thrust into her sweet center and pound away until he gave her his cum, was an almost impossible craving to deny.

  But he kept the monster inside him at bay. Barely. Giving in was almost akin to giving up. He needed to see where this took them. If she could handle it.

  If he could.

  Feigning nonchalance to what the scent of her wet pussy did to him nearly had him growling.

  Instead, he held the plug up to her mouth. Her gaze automatically flipped up to him. “You lick while I explain the rule. And get it nice and wet. You’ll thank me later.” He grinned. “Or not.”