Page 43 of Come Fill Me

“You want this?” Jacob asked, pulling back, teasing her clit with his forefinger.

So many delightful sensations shot through Liz, she fisted her fingers in Zeke’s hair, needing it as an anchor.

“Hey, easy,” he complained.

“Yes, I want it,” she blurted to Jacob.

He wore the same smug smile Zeke had in the van, demonstrating their shared DNA and über confidence with women. Not unlike Carreon and his men, though that was far different. Their arrogance and lust had finally sickened her. With Jacob…with Zeke…she was eager to play along.

They wouldn’t hurt her. Jacob didn’t have it in him. Nor did Zeke, with Liz having already witnessed the kind of man he was. A father who missed his little girl. A leader who truly cared forhis people. She sensed he’d battle anyone, even his brother, to protect her. Giving in to her hunger for this, Liz relaxed against Zeke, her nudity displayed for Jacob’s use, her spirit willing.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

Jacob’s brows rose as though he hadn’t expected her to accept him with such naked desire. He looked so young and unsure, Liz leaned forward to offer a kiss, wanting to convince him of her sincerity. Just as quickly, Zeke used his hold on her thighs to haul her right back, his tension obvious. Why? Was he worried about pissing off Jacob by letting her move, or was she yanking Zeke’s hair too hard again? She loosened her grip on it. Rather than calming him, he held her even tighter…as though to establish his claim.

If Jacob noticed, it didn’t trouble him or stop his next move. He worked the lather in her delicate curls, its citrusy fragrance scenting the humid air. His hand dipped lower to bathe her slit, the soft folds protecting her opening, her nub.

Liz gasped at him touching it.

“Quiet,” Jacob ordered, pulling his hand away.

She bit her lip and pressed her toes into the smooth floor, wanting to curse him, needing to beg, figuring neither would get him to touch her again.

“Do as he says,” Zeke advised, “or he’ll never let you come.”

And he knew that how? Because they’d boasted to each other about their conquests? Or had they gone beyond sharing their women to engaging in threesomes? If so, had they slept with Kele at the same time?

Even with the water’s warmth and the heat emanating from both men, Liz went cold. The thought of Zeke on top of the young woman, inside of Kele, disturbed her more than she wanted to admit. She only had tonight with him. She had no right to worry about his past or to police his future.

Jacob must have interpreted her silence as consent becausehe continued, drawing Liz back to the present where she preferred to be, stirred by his attention to her clit, soothed by the caressing mist, Zeke’s big body. She snuggled into him, unmindful of Jacob’s earlier prohibition that she remain still.

To punish or perhaps test her, Jacob abandoned her nub, running the lather over her nipples instead.

They peaked within his palms, their sensitivity radiating outward, sending luscious ripples of feeling throughout Liz. The sound she made was outrageously weak. Her legs were wobbly. She hung on to Zeke for support.

He didn’t complain as he had the last time. He kept her steady, allowing his brother to do what he willed.

Jacob ran his hand down her ribs, around her navel, pausing as her muscles jumped, stroking them repeatedly to get the same reaction. She sucked in the muggy air, trying to resist, to keep quiet and still, wanting him to end her wait for climax.

With pitiless intent, he kept her from it, washing her belly, her collarbone, and pits, the insides of her arms. Liz gasped at the tickling sensations, helpless to stop the noises she made.

Jacob ran his fingers over her trembling lips. His own broadened in an imperious smile that seemed to say he was the boss of her, no one else.

Zeke’s hands on her, the press of his chest against her back, contradicted the notion. Not that Liz would admit to it. If she did, Jacob might make her wait hours for relief just to prove he could.

She sucked her lower lip to keep quiet and locked her knees to stay steady. Still as a statue, she waited.

Moisture ran down Jacob’s face, catching briefly on his brows and stubbled cheeks, dropping from his chin onto his chest. With his confident stance and intense gaze, he reminded Liz of the male models on romance novels, all slick with sweat, prepared to do their worst. A magnificent study in youth andvirility, this modern-day warrior looked more than ready to claim a female’s flesh.

Fascinated, she watched him turning the soap in his hands, working up more bubbles that he’d soon slather over her body. At length, he stopped and leaned down, brushing her mouth with his.

She behaved as a fawning slave would, parting her lips to accept his tongue. Rather than offering it to her, Jacob broke their connection, his hand returning to the erect kernel between her legs. With as much expertise as Zeke had shown earlier, Jacob rubbed her.

Up she shot, baring her teeth at her clit’s hypersensitivity. One stroke had her whimpering, the next moaning. She sank to her heels and clamped her jaw, squeezing it so no other sound could escape that might cause Jacob to stop.

Although the pace of his rubbing slowed a bit, he continued to tease her nub, determining her limits.

Zeke offered no help. He’d taken to nibbling her earlobe and licking her neck, pausing a few times to suckle each, his openmouthed kisses and lapping tongue making her hair stand on end.Oh shit, shit, shit.She couldn’t bear anymore. Both of them were nuts if they thought she could. This was as bad as expecting a woman to lie still and not pant or scream while birthing a baby.

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