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moaned loudly, my head bent back in agony. "Fuck me,
Zack," I murmured in his ear as he pressed his face into my neck,
panting wildly.
    "Skylar," he whispered into
my skin as he bit my collarbone, drawing just a little bit of
blood. I screamed in ecstasy as he drew me over the edge, my orgasm
hitting me so hard I could hardly breathe. He pushed himself deep inside
as I felt his warmth spill inside of me, his body shuddering on top
of me as the weight of his body settled onto mine. Still, he
pressed deeper, coaxing my climax along for a longer ride than I
knew myself capable. He suckled the skin in my neck as I moaned
uncontrollably at my newfound sensations. We pressed out hips
together one last desperate time, and then our bodies collapsed
together, completely spent.
    We laid there for what felt like
hours under the moonlight, our bodies intertwined at the end of the
pier, listening to the waves crash around us. Finally, the air
started to get cold against my bare skin, and Zack moved to stand
to get our clothes.
    “ Where are you going?” I asked
while sitting up.
    Zack fell back beside me and
smoothed my hair from my face.
    “ Oh, sweetheart, I'm not going
anywhere. I wouldn't dare leave you alone.” He shushed me with
kisses. “I'm here for you. Always.”
    His words were such a comfort that
I relaxed straight into his arms and fell asleep against his warm
body, the sound of the waves lulling me into fields filled with
dancing wolves under a shining moon.

4.

    The morning sun stung
my eyes, and I grimaced against the light as seagulls cried in circles
above. For a moment, I was confused. Where was I? I peered to my
right and found a sleeping Zack, his beautiful features a welcome
sight in the bright light of dawn.
    No, that wasn't sunlight. That
was--
    “ Mr. Rider! Mr. Rider! Is this
your new girlfriend?”
    “ Zack, is this another
one-night-stand?”
    “ Did you meet her at your
party?”
    “ How long have
you been seeing each other?”
    “ What's your name,
beautiful?”
    Oh, God . We were crowded by flashing
cameras and people calling out insanely probing questions about who
I was and how we came to meet. I shook Zack who was already awake
and assessing the situation. He has managed to put his pants on and
stood confidently. I was grateful to see he had covered me with my
dress. He took my hand to help me up, and collected his jacket and
placed it around my shoulders . I was lucky to be small
enough that it covered all the parts that needed covering. He gave
the cameras a debonair smile and then pulled me through the pack of
flashing light with the most aggressive smirk I'd ever seen him
wear. Once we were safely past most of the mob, he broke into a
run.
    Our legs moved in sync
against the wooden pier until we hit the sand where I tripped and
fell. Zack laughed and helped me to my feet, pulling me towards his
car that was just across the sand and up the hill. My heart
was racing, and I was absolutely mortified. My life was now no longer
anonymous – I would become the new face associated with Zack Rider, and my
bare bottom would be plastered across LA papers, not to mention
magazines and news sites nationwide. Zack was still shirtless as we
hopped into his Porsche, his jacket now lost to the beach behind us
where paparazzi were stumbling through the sand to capture another
picture of us making our escape.
    As he peeled out of the
parking lot, he waved his hand out the window, and I followed suit,
soaking up the LA sun that was peeking over the edge of town and
greeting us with rapturous applause. He turned to me and smiled. I
couldn't help but smile back at him.
    Suddenly his phone beeped, and he
looked down at it. An instant look of anger flashed across his
face.
    “ We need to leave town,” he said
sharply. “Now.”
    He swerved the car over four
busy lanes of traffic and headed towards the onramp that would lead us
to the highway heading north out of Los Angeles.

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