Page 17 of The Enforcer

Grabbing under his chin and the back of his head, I shove into his mouth, fucking his throat. Zeke gags, but tightens the suction on my dick, sucking me hard. His cheeks hollow and he gazes up at me with a challenge in his eyes. It’s so fucking hot, I have to fight not to explode right then and there. Tossing my head back, I clench my teeth as I try to hold on. It feels too fucking good. I don’t want it to end.

Zeke has other ideas. With his free hand, he reaches between my cheeks and presses against my hole, a finger slick with his spit pressing against my puckered flesh. Before I can stop the freight train of pleasure, it barrels through me, leaving me an empty husk. I bark my release, shooting down Zeke’s throat. My body quakes as I keep coming, unable to stop the aborted thrusts of my hips as my orgasm rolls through me.

After he sucks the last few drops from me, Zeke pops off my dick. I look down at him as he licks around his lips. “You taste really fucking good, Shane. Wanna see?” I nod, dazed by what he just did to me and how hard I just came.

Zeke surges up, smashing our lips together almost brutally. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, pushing my cum inside. It’s salty and musky on my taste buds. I want more.

We kiss for another moment before Zeke pulls away, nipping at my lip this time. “You okay?”

Nodding slowly as if I’m in a trance, I answer, “Perfect. You?”

“Even better,” he responds, moving back after he plants a quick kiss on my forehead. My chest feels tight at the distance but we still need to talk and figure shit out. If we’re on the same page—as I suspect we are after getting each other off—he can see me in all my clingy glory. Hopefully that doesn’t scare him away. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up, then we can talk.”

Zeke hands me a cloth and I turn around—my pants still around my ankles—and clean myself up. I pull my jeans up and wash my hands, watching Zeke get dressed in the mirror. He doesn’t waste his time with underwear, just pulling his basketball shorts over his sculpted ass. God, he’s so fucking hot, it should be illegal. I pull my soiled shirt over my head, tossing it in Zeke’s hamper.

Once he’s presentable, he waves for me to walk ahead of him. With a smirk, I oblige, heading to his living room. I sit on the couch and after Zeke grabs me a shirt to put on, he heads to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for himself and a bottle of water for me. Thank God. I really wouldn’t have been able to tolerate anything with alcohol in it.

He pops the top of his beer and sits beside me, taking a long sip. I swig from my bottle of water, my eyes not leaving his. I’m sure the ball is in my court, but I really don’t know where to start. I’m sure I’ve wanted you since we met, but I was afraid to tell you because you scared me a little, but also because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship is a terrible way to start a conversation when I want there to be more between us.

The silence is broken when Zeke asks, “What do you want, Shane?”

“You,” jumps unbidden from my mouth. I clench my fists in embarrassment but I don’t want to take the word back. If we’re going to do this, it needs to start with honesty.

Zeke nods. “Friends with benefits or …”

“No. God, Zeke.” I shove my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends a few times. I look back at him, meeting his eyes. “No, Zeke. I’ve been half in love with you since we met. But you’re you and I’m …” I trail my hands down my body, so small compared to him and his abundance of muscles. “How would I have faced you if you turned me down? And if I lost your friendship because of it? I couldn’t handle that. So, I kept it all to myself. And it’s been good. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t want to lose that. Not for all the orgasms and cuddles and head rubs in the world.”

I think Zeke will say something smart—he’s almost always incapable of taking things seriously unless it has to do with the club or his brothers. But to my surprise, he takes my hand, threading our fingers together. My breath catches and I meet his eyes. They’re soft as he gazes at me. I’ve never seen this look on his face and it makes me feel all tingly.

“Shane, I feel the same way. You’re one of my best friends, but you also work for the MC. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to leave if things didn’t work out between us. That’s why I kept my feelings to myself for years. But I can’t anymore.”

Not wanting to hope, I ask, “Just sex?”

He squeezes my hand. “I haven’t dated anyone since I was in my early twenties. And it was never for that long.” I pull my lips in, nodding. Having him in any way is fine with me. If I can’t handle him not being all in like I know I’ll be, I’ll let him know, but I won’t leave the club. I’ll keep working for them and I’ll go back to being Zeke’s friend. Even if it kills me.

Thankfully, he doesn’t stop there. “But with you, I don’t just want sex. I want everything.” Zeke moves from his section of the couch, caging my smaller body in with his much larger one. When his body is blanketed over mine, he pulls my legs around his waist. “You’ll teach me, right?” His hand dips under my shirt, stroking the skin of my side. I bite my cheek to keep the moan to myself. “You’ll show me how to date,” he kisses me softly, “and take care of you,” another kiss, “and treat you right,” he kisses me deeply, then says, “and love you. Right?”

My throat is tight, clogged with too many feelings and emotions to name. How could I possibly say no to a proposal like that?

Sighing with relief, I thread my arms around his neck. “Of course I will. You have to do the same.”

Zeke smiles softly at me, thumbing over my cheek. “I can handle that. There’s something else we have to talk about.” I raise an eyebrow. Zeke sits up and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “What if things go bad? You’re our lawyer and a damn good one. I don’t want to fuck the club over because of my feelings. If I fuck up so bad that you won’t want to work with us anymore, Prez will have my cut.”

Rubbing my hands over his hair—careful not to rub against the grain—I smile at him. “I don’t plan to go anywhere if things go bad, Zeke. But I don’t think they will. We’re best friends. I trust you to be straight with me if things aren’t working for you. I’m also an adult. I can separate my personal life from my professional life. I won’t leave the club hanging if you break my heart.”

His face is set and his tone earnest as he says, “I don’t ever plan to hurt you, Shane. You have my word.”

I sigh happily and grin at him. It’s not really something he can promise me, but I take it all the same. “I believe you.”

Zeke’s smile is smug when he says, “I think we have it all figured out then.”

Again, I nod, bending down to kiss him once more. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of kissing him.

I just came less than half an hour ago but my cock is already pulsing, wanting more attention from this man. The man I’ve been in love with for the past eight years.

Pulling my mouth from his, I ask, “Will you be happy with just me?”

He tilts his head and scrunches his eyebrows. “Yeah, most definitely. Why do you think I won’t be?”

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