Page 42 of Come Fill Me

Jacob’s pissed breathing intruded, trying to break the magic.

Zeke’s first thought was to ignore him. Growing up, his brother had always wanted whatever Zeke had, not out of some soul-deep need but simple sibling rivalry. Even when their mother prepared food Jacob didn’t like, he’d begged her to give him as much as she’d given Zeke. He’d nagged their father to get him the same archery set Zeke received for his twelfth birthday. Used only twice, the bow and arrows were still collecting dust in the garage of their parents’ boarded-up home.

And now Jacob wanted Liz, not only because she was impossible to resist but as a competitor might covet a prize.

Reluctant to start a fight he would surely win, Zeke eased back, searching Liz’s face. Her expression said it all. She wanted them both but craved him more. He spoke to Jacob. “What do you say I hold Liz still so you can wash her? Take your time. Make certain you soap up all the good parts. All right?”

Jacob’s features relaxed. “Sounds like a plan.”

Liz teased, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No,” he said and so did Jacob, with them speaking as one. Zeke grinned.

Jacob turned the bar of soap in his palms, working up sufficient lather.

With his hands on Liz’s shoulders, Zeke positioned her to face his brother. Wet hair stuck to Jacob’s cheeks, shoulders, and chest. He shoved it back. Soap bubbles ran down his smooth skin, circling the scars left from tonight’s bullets.

Zeke grabbed Liz’s wrists, bringing them together.

“Lace your fingers,” he ordered. “Then put your hands behind the back of your head.”

Jacob worked the soap like there was no tomorrow.

For his brother, Zeke knew there wouldn’t be. Liz would keep her word about him mounting and using her. She’d hold hiscock in her cunt, the depth of his penetration allowing him the full extent of her healing power, with that being all Zeke would allow. “Go on,” he said to her.

She didn’t jump at his command, instead working her fingers back and forth as though considering her response.

Zeke slipped his arm around her waist and didn’t temper his strength as he pulled her into him, her ass cushioning his cock. He flexed it to let her know the damn thing was hers only if she obeyed. With his mouth on her ear, he murmured, “Is there a problem?”

She whimpered at him licking the water from her lobe. Her body sagged into his when he kissed her throat. “No.”

“Then do it,” Jacob said.

The music grew wilder, Lady Gaga singing for all she was worth. Liz’s back tapped Zeke’s torso with her quickening breaths. She lifted her arms but didn’t put them behind her head. She put them behind his, pushing her fingers through his sodden hair, making certain their bodies were as close as possible.

Sensing Jacob might not approve, Zeke placed his hands on her thighs, guiding her to part them. She did. To ensure she wouldn’t bring them back together, denying his brother what he expected to take, Zeke splayed his fingers on her inner thighs, holding tight, caging her with his touch.

She submitted even more, her body wilting against his. “Do my boobs first,” she begged Jacob.

He watched how Liz arched her back, presenting herself to him. Moisture gathered on her peaked nipples, rolling over the swells of her breasts. The soap went still in Jacob’s palms, forgotten by the bounty he witnessed.

“No.” The word croaked out of him. He cleared his throat and continued, “Your cunt first.”

Excellent choice.

With Zeke behind her and Jacob in front, Liz had no choice except to surrender…a titillating prospect. She pushed her body against Zeke’s in anticipation of his brother’s touch. Not hurrying, Jacob placed his soapy fingers on her belly. Her muscles quivered, sending a rush of feeling to her pussy. Liz shivered in delight.

Zeke pressed his fingers into her thighs, pulling her as close as he could, forcing her to feel the thickness and rigidity of his cock.

It was in the crease of her buttocks. She wiggled her ass to rub its length.

“Stop it,” Jacob ordered then spoke to his brother. “Keep her still.” With his face close to hers and their noses just about touching, Jacob warned, “I don’t want you moving. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you either, understand?”

Hell no, she didn’t get that at all. “Is it okay with you if I breathe?”

Zeke laughed, his chest trembling with it.

Hmm. Nice.

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