Page 205 of Making Choices

“Sweet thing. Fuck.”

I bob my head down, taking him in my mouth as far as I can.

He hits the back of my throat.

When I gag, he groans. “Metukà shelì… Jesus. Your mouth.”

He doesn’t allow me to tease him for long. Soon his hips are moving, forcing a faster rhythm than I wanted to set. As I’m preparing to swallow, he catches me under the arms and lifts me to my feet. My panties are shredded in the next heartbeat, then my legs are forced apart as he angles me over his lap. One hand steadies his cock, the other presses on my shoulder to urge me down.

I lower myself, taking him slowly, drawing out the moment.

As soon as he’s fully seated within me, Zeke takes charge. He grips my waist tight, makes me bounce to the cadence of his thrusts. From the swell of my breasts to the curve of my hips, he runs his hands over every inch of skin. The callouses on his palms add the perfect amount of friction to his loving exploration.

Throwing back my head, I ride the waves of desire that pound through me.

He presses kisses all over. My neck. My chest. My lips. Then, as our love making turns frantic, Zeke starts to mark my skin. He sucks the tender spot at the base of my throat. Runs his teeth over my breasts. Nips at my collarbones. I can feel him everywhere, and it’s akin to homecoming for me.

I’ve missed him so much.

Too much for a woman caught in my position.

Trapped between Slash and Zeke.

Neither will yield to the other.

As Slash’s demands ring in my head, I kiss Zeke. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He nips at my bottom lip. “To Neptune and back.”

“You’re nuts.” I laugh at the memory his response invokes. “The moon is more than far enough.”

“Sweet thing, my love for you cannot be measured… just promise me that you’ll remember one thing in the middle of the chaos that’s to come.” Lost to the ecstasy that’s building toward a crescendo, I can barely speak. I lock eyes with him, silently pleading for him to come clean with the full truth. Zeke offers me a little head shake, then he tells me, “No matter where I am, your heart’s with me and mine’s with you.”

“Yes.”

Forehead to forehead, we clutch each other tight. My thighs burn from riding him. His arms are a steel band around my back. The sparse hair of his chest teases my nipples. The fluttering of my pussy draws him deeper inside me. My orgasm is stalking me hard. But I deny myself the pleasure. If this is to be our last time together physically for twenty-five years, then I want it to last as long as possible.

“Promise me, sweet thing.”

“Anything.”

“I’ll bring your heart back as soon as I can. Promise you’ll look after mine while I’m gone?”

“Promise.”

My easily surrendered vow pushes him to the edge. Zeke’s breathing quickens. His muscles strain as I lose the battle I’m waging with my orgasm, and it starts to barrel through me. I dig my nails into his back, rake them along his skin so hard that I draw blood. “That’s right, sweet thing. Tear me apart. Take me with you.”

“I’m not leaving, Zeke. You’re not leaving either. This isn’t the end.”

“No, it’s not, ’cause I’ll be back.”

I taste the salt of my sorrow as my climax tears me apart.

A sob is ripped from deep in my chest.

I detonate around him.

He surges within me.

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