Page 32 of Come Fill Me

“Stupid?” Jacob pushed to his elbows, huffing with the effort, speaking as quietly as Zeke had. “I did what I had to do to keep your sorry ass safe.”

“Screw that,” Zeke said.

“Guys.” Liz put out her hands to stop them from coming to blows. “No more bloodshed, all right? Hasn’t there been enough already?”

Jacob curled his upper lip. “And you are?”

Zeke spoke before she could. “The woman who just saved your life and mine, you damn dummy.”

So much for him not doing anything to escalate matters. “I’m Liz Munez,” she said to Jacob.

His expression registered momentary surprise replaced by a quick scowl. “Why are you doing this if you’re Carreon’s lover?” He spoke to Zeke. “If you’re so damn smart and right about everything, why didn’t you think to ask her that before bringing her to our fucking stronghold?”

“Stop it,” she ordered them both. “I’m not Carreon’s lover…not any longer. I don’t belong to any man.”

Zeke made a noise as though to contradict her notion then spoke in a lowered tone to Jacob. “Kele’s worried about you. She’s in the hall.” He gestured to the door. “Get your ass out there and tell her you’re all right.”

Jacob didn’t budge. With arrogance, he regarded Liz’s nudity, lingering on her erect nipples, her curly brown bush, the dried ejaculate his brother had left between her legs.

She didn’t bother covering herself, nor could she deny her arousal. A pleasant ache settled in Liz’s cunt, lubrication dampening it in expectation of a man’s cock. Jacob’s was wonderful, the skin darkened with desire, the crown plump, the shaft lengthening, growing even harder.

She imagined the taste of him on her tongue, clean and slightly salty, his skin’s texture as welcome as the short darkhairs on his balls that grew plumper by the second.

“Now,” Zeke ordered, breaking the heavy silence. “And give Nicholas a horsey ride too, while you’re at it. He’s expecting one.”

Jacob acknowledged his brother with another frown. A charge of emotion passed between them that Liz sensed had to do with her, not Zeke’s blunt orders. She should have gotten up and left. At the very least covered herself.

She couldn’t manage either action.

Jacob studied her as though trying to read her thoughts then asked Zeke, “What are you going to be doing while I’m gone?”

Zeke didn’t bother to hide his intentions. He regarded her nudity as Jacob had, the bulge behind his fly growing more pronounced, revealing his erection.

A part of Liz wanted to be alarmed or insulted at Zeke’s dominance, his determination to own her.

The yearning he’d tried to hide, the way he’d looked when speaking about Gabrielle dispelled any fear, making Liz accepting of whatever he offered.

With an annoyed huff, Jacob rolled off the bed, the ends of his hair swinging above his ass. He wrapped Liz’s blanket around his narrow hips and strode to the door, speaking over his shoulder, “Don’t think I won’t return.”

Zeke offered no comment. Jacob slammed the door on his way out. In the hall, a chorus of female voices rose.

“Jacob,” Kele cried, louder than the rest.

The young woman’s joy went unnoticed by Zeke, his full attention remaining on Liz.

She recognized his lust, encouraged his dominance, her body softening in anticipation, her nipples growing taut.

He joined her on the bed, his weight causing the springs to squeal. Taking her wrists in one hand, he pushed her to the mattress, her body laid out beneath his.

Liz’s breasts quivered with her ragged breaths. She lifted her hips, wanting her mound closer to his cock even as she relaxed her wrists, proving she’d offer him no resistance.

If her submission pleased Zeke, he didn’t show it. Nor did he comment as he unfolded his length over hers, glancing down to where their bodies touched. His hair swung forward with the movement, the ends tickling her cheek. Against her thigh, she felt his shaft getting harder. There was brutal male strength in it, and yet tenderness in his touch, his thumbs stroking her wrists.

Liz surrendered to the wondrous sensations, wanting what he did, what she’d already given him the right to take.

He nestled closer, releasing a bit more of his weight onto her. She purred in contentment, finding his heaviness a delight, not a burden. She expected Zeke to release her wrists so he could shove down his jeans and mount her as he had at Carreon’s house.

He kissed her cheek instead. She trembled, grinding her body into his. Ignoring her need, Zeke pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Thank you for saving my brother.”

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