Page 53 of Come Fill Me

God help me.Liz loved Zeke as no man she’d ever known, but Jacob also stirred something within her. He was so freaking beautiful, so wonderfully virile, his manner far less restrained than his brother. Jacob didn’t attempt to suppress his dominance or lust, especially now that he had her cornered.

If he’d been one of Carreon’s lieutenants, Liz would have been pissed or repulsed. With Jacob, she experienced desire along with a flood of empathy. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, she saw his continued doubt about her feelings for him and only him, wanting from her the same adoration he had from Kele.

Liz couldn’t offer that, no matter how fond of him she might be. She reserved her deepest emotions for Zeke. However, Jacob would always have her affection and Kele her sympathy for loving a man who clearly didn’t feel the same.

He closed the door a little too hard as though he’d read her expression and wasn’t happy with what she was willing to give. Crossing the room, he stopped at the bed and looked down at her. “See to my pleasure.”

Liz fought a smile at his officious command. Rather than it giving him an imperious air, it made him seem inexperienced with women. Didn’t he know that a man took what he wanted as Zeke had done from the beginning with her? The second he’d mounted her in Carreon’s stronghold, she’d belonged to him.

Jacob had a lot to learn and some growing up to do, though Liz wasn’t about to tell him that or to reveal her plan to eliminate Carreon. He’d learn of her actions later, as Zeke would, after she had one last chance to be within his arms.

Crushing sadness returned. With no choice except to ignore her misery, Liz extended her hand. “I’ll see to our pleasure.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Jacob’s mouth. He fought it, apparently wanting to be a badass. Slipping his fingers over hers, he joined Liz on the mattress.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

He touched the edge of her tee and ran his thumb down her jeans’ fly. “No. Take off your clothes.”

“I want you naked first. Lie down.” When he didn’t, she stroked his tattoo and purred, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” She moved to his belly, tracing the scars from his wounds, sighing at the silky hairs trickling from beneath his navel toward his groin. Heading there, she added, “At least not too much.”

That got him moving. He folded his arms behind his head and spread his legs wide. Liz leaned over him, the ends of her hair sweeping his abs. The muscles trembled. His long toescurled.

His skin smelled of sunshine. Hot to the touch, his body sent currents of pleasure through Liz, making her too eager. Twice, she tried to push the metal button through its mooring. The fucking thing kept resisting.

Always impatient, Jacob growled, “I’ll get it.”

“No.” She pushed his hand away.

Grumbling, he put it back behind his head. His hair haloed around him, its color matching the tufts in his pits. Liz shivered, wanting to press her nose to that part of him, inhaling his masculine scent.

She resisted, telling herself his balls and cock were a far better prize.

The button finally cooperated as did his zipper, its metal rasp nearly as loud as her sighs. She folded both ends of the denim over, exposing him.

He hadn’t bothered to put on underwear. Coppery skin, taut and smooth, greeted her, as did his dark pubic hair. Unwilling to waste another moment, she pressed her face into his groin, smelling his sex, reveling in it.

He moaned, and she whimpered, grabbing his jeans’ waistband, shoving it down.

“Whoa.” He made a sound between laughter and a complaint. “Let me get it before you do hurt me.”

This from a man who’d been riddled with bullets a few days before. Liz didn’t bother to remind him of that. She waited only until his sac and rod were free, and then she was on him, licking his length, cupping his testicles, enjoying them.

Jacob choked on whatever he’d intended to say. Strangled noises poured from him, indicating his approval of what she was doing. He wiggled, trying to push his jeans off his legs. His thighs bumped into her.

With her weight, Liz held his left leg down, keeping him stilland captive, her prisoner to do with as she chose. Her licks were slow, moving from the root of his cock to the tip, where she swirled her tongue around his crown in the same manner she’d enjoy an ice-cream cone.

He gasped then blew out the air he’d taken in.

She didn’t give him another chance for a full breath, working his body while listening to his moans and oaths, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

He grabbed his hair and tugged it, proving her actions were driving him wild. He dug the heel of his foot into the blanket and lifted his hips, pushing himself up, closer to her. She lapped his balls at an easy pace, as though they had all the time in the world. A fantasy she had to indulge in to fill the gnawing emptiness that was never far away.

Soon enough, she’d be on her way back to Carreon’s stronghold, facing death. Accepting it.

How long would Jacob miss her after she’d gone? Would he even revisit these moments? Zeke didn’t seem to think so. He acted as though his brother wanted her only because she belonged to him.

She slipped Jacob’s crown between her lips, tasting his unique flavor, easing him inside her mouth.

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