[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 379: The Kind of Love That Feels Like Home

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: The Kind of Love That Feels Like Home

~Zayn’s POV~

The next morning, the space beside me was cold. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, realizing Evric was already gone. I pulled on some clothes and followed the scent of fresh coffee toward the kitchen.

As I rounded the corner, I heard them, my mother and Evric. They were laughing together, a genuine, easy sound that filled the house. But the moment I stepped into view, the laughter died down into suspicious, playful grins.

They exchanged playful, knowing looks and fell silent, their expressions making it painfully obvious they’d been gossiping about me.

"Good morning, baby," I said, walking straight to Evric, my eyes narrowed with curiosity.

"Good morning, love," he replied, amusement flickering in his eyes.

I turned to my mom, giving her a pointed look. "Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, son," she said warmly, though she was still wearing that "I know a secret" smile.

I couldn’t stand it. I wrapped my arms around Evric from behind, pressing my chest to his back and burying my face in the crook of his neck. "What were you two talking about?" I whispered. "Why did you go quiet the second you saw me?"

Evric leaned back into me, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "We were talking about you."

"What about me?" I pressed, tightening my grip.

"Kiss me first," he challenged.

I huffed, looking up at him. "Tell me first."

"If you don’t kiss me, then you can forget about the secret," he teased, turning his head just enough to give me access to his cheek.

I didn’t even hesitate; I leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, waiting expectantly for the reveal. Instead of telling me, he gestured for me to bring my ear close. I leaned in, my heart racing, only to feel the soft, warm press of his lips against my earlobe.

"It’s a secret," he whispered playfully. "I’m not telling."

I pulled back, gaping at him while my mother watched us, her face glowing with a smile. I playfully smacked his back, a tiny tap, really, but he reacted like I’d hit him with a hammer.

"Ouch! That’s painful!" he exaggerated, flinching dramatically. He immediately turned to my mother with a pouting face. "Mom, look! Zayn is hurting me. Save me!"

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "I barely touched you, don’t be a drama queen."

Evric actually kicked his legs out dramatically, behaving like an oversized, pampered baby just to get my mother to take his side.

"Zayn!" my mother scolded, though her eyes were twinkling. "You don’t get to tap your husband like that. Be gentle with him."

"He’s not my husband yet!" I argued, throwing my hands up. "And I only touched him a little!"

My mother just shook her head, clearly siding with him. I felt a mock-sulk flare up as I saw how much they were bonding. "Fine! Since Evric is your son now, I’ll just leave the two of you alone in your new little club."

I turned on my heel to walk back to the bedroom, trying to look offended. As I walked away, I heard Evric’s deep, rich laugh follow me.

"I can smell the jealousy from here!" he called out, and my mother joined in with a fresh peal of laughter.

I shut the bedroom door with a smile I couldn’t hide, my heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open. I was sprawled on the bed, scrolling through my phone, but the second I heard him, I tossed the phone aside and stared blankly at the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought.

Evric didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over me, his weight a warm, familiar pressure. He nudged my knees apart until I wrapped my legs around his waist, then he collapsed onto my chest, burying his face in my neck.

"You just rejected me in front of your mother," he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. "It really hurt, Zayn."

I scoffed, trying to keep a straight face. "Don’t even start with me."

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me with an expression that was almost too convincingly wounded. "I’m serious. You told her I wasn’t your husband. It felt like a punch to the gut."

"I told her you aren’t my husband yet," I corrected, feeling a twinge of guilt. "It’s not like I meant—" I stopped myself, realizing I was falling right into his trap. I didn’t want this to turn into a long-winded debate, so I just sighed and softened my gaze. "I’m sorry, okay? We were just joking around earlier... right?"

Before I could answer, he took my hand and guided it down, slipping it inside his pants. The moment my fingers curled around his heat, the teasing atmosphere shifted into something thick and electric. He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, searing kiss, effectively ending the argument. Whatever "hurt" he felt was quickly replaced by the heavy, rhythmic friction between us.

After we finally finished making up, we managed to make our way back to the dining room to finish the breakfast my mom had prepared. Once we cleared the table, we retreated to the bathroom to wash up.

The "reconciliation" followed us right into the shower.

It started playfully; Evric gave my cock a cheeky tap, and I immediately returned the gesture, our laughter echoing against the tiles. But the mood shifted the second the soap slipped from his hand. As I leaned forward to pick it up, I felt Evric’s presence press firmly against my back.

"Just hold the wall like that, babe," he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the steam.

I obeyed, my palms hitting the wet tiles as the spray of the water and the heat turned everything into a blur of raw sensation. The sex was blistering, Evric was relentless, his strength never wavering for a second. He drove into me with a rhythmic, heavy force, intentionally burying himself as deep as possible until I could feel the impact in every fiber of my being.

I moaned at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing off the shower walls. I knew if my mom was anywhere near the hallway, she’d definitely hear me, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. I reached down, stroking myself in a frantic blur to match his pace, my cries getting louder as the friction built to a breaking point.

"Fuck, Evric!" I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder as he hit that perfect spot over and over.

When we both finally reached the climax, it was a blinding, hot explosion that left us both shaking. Evric pulled me into a tight embrace under the falling water, his heart hammering against my back as we both came down from the high.

"Thank you, baby," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my wet shoulder. "I love it."

We stayed like that for a moment, exchanging sweet words and staring into each other’s eyes before finally focusing on actually finishing our shower. By the time we managed to get dressed and ready to leave, we were both breathless, flushed, and running seriously behind schedule.

We said our goodbyes to my mom, and Evric drove me to the restaurant. Before I stepped out, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek.

I pulled him into one last tight hug, breathing him in, before stepping out onto the sidewalk. I watched his car disappear into the morning traffic, a lingering smile on my face as I headed inside to start my day.

My father finally made it to the city. I was overseeing the lunch prep when the message reached me. When he walked through the restaurant doors, a nervous flutter rose in my chest before I could steady myself.

He looked different, better. Healthier, more rested than the last time I’d seen him.

I hurried toward him. "Hey, Dad," I said, my voice catching.

"It’s good to see you again, son," he replied, his voice thick with pride as he pulled me into a firm, grounding hug.

"It’s really good to see you looking so healthy, Dad," I said, holding him a little longer before guiding him toward a chair.

We sat down, and I asked what he wanted so I could serve him, but he glanced at his watch instead. "I should probably head out and find a hotel first," he said. "Once I’m settled, I’ll come by this evening so we can really talk."

I shook my head without hesitation. "Dad, no. Why would you stay in a hotel when I have a home?"