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ZEKE

I’ve never had a disagreement with Eli, my triplet, we couldn’t overcome. That is, until Kira.

Kira, the gorgeous girl at the bakery, becomes the object of our affection. When she tells us “may the best man win” the battle is on. The competition is fierce between my brother and me, one-third of my soul, but as soon as it seems Kira might finally make a decision, other problems arise.

There’s more than just Eli stalking the bakery. An unknown enemy rears its head and Kira’s life hangs in the balance. Can we put our differences aside to save her, and can we do it in time?

And even if Kira survives, can mine and Eli’s relationship survive the fact that only one of us will have her?

CHAPTERONE

Zeke

Ipace the empty kitchen in the farmhouse for the hundredth time, then the two hundredth. With everything going on with the Kings lately, I can barely form a cohesive thought. Eden is spending way more time with Savage than she should be. She’s the president of our club, and while she’s usually ruthless and powerful, lately she’s been out of sorts. She asked her boyfriend, or whatever Savage is to her, to marry her, and they got hitched that very day, but now she’s acting like a lunatic. Like she’s not sure she should have done it or something.

To be fair, she’d been through hell and back with several betrayals and a fight to the death with some old and new rivals. She won, but we nearly lost Eli because of it.

Eli. Usually the calm, reasonable one of the three of us, even after he was almost tortured to death. He keeps showing up at the bakery at least as much as I do. I try not to get too confrontational about it, especially when I run into him there, because that’s where the other reason I’ve been so stressed out can be found.

Kira. And I don’t want to scare her off by being too aggressive.

God, she’s beautiful. Every time I see her, I can’t help but feel even more drawn to her. I have eight million things I need to be focusing on for the club and for my family, but I can’t get the baker’s daughter out of my mind. She might be an actual angel, if those things even exist.

I stuff the last of the donuts into my mouth as I walk through the kitchen. I start to throw the empty box away, but then decide to be a little bit petty and leave it out. Maybe Eli will see it and think that there are some left. It’s a small thing, but thinking about him coming up empty on any piece of Kira gives me a bit of sadistic pleasure, especially since he was the one who’d gone to get them.

It has been nearly a week since I’ve seen her. I had planned to make a run to the bakery two days ago, but I’d come home from a run to find out that Eli had already gone.

Dick.

I stare at the box for a moment, debating going to get more, but I’m not sure if it will be better to go to the bakery or order delivery so she has an excuse to come to the farmhouse. I look down at my watch. The bakery closes in two hours, which means I have plenty of time to get there. But there’s no way I could go in as pent up as I am. I actually like Kira, and if I’m going to win her over, I need to find a release before I go.

I stomp up the stairs to my room, where I resume my pacing. Within minutes, after only a few laps of the floor, I’m hard as a rock. Normally, I would go get laid for a release, but the only person I want in my bed is Kira, and I haven’t figured out how to even ask her out yet. That’s new for me. I’ve never had woman troubles. I can’t figure out what is so special about this girl, why she can hold my attention like no other could, but it doesn’t matter. All that does matter is that right now, there’s no way I can focus on anything because the only thing that keeps popping up is Kira and how fucking bad I want to ask her out for real—something I never do for anyone.

I reach down and run my hand over the bulge in my jeans, half hoping I can smooth it away and half looking for the rush of feeling someone’s touch on my member. Not just anyone’s touch, but hers. Kira’s.

I finally sit on the edge of my bed, knowing that the situation isn’t going to fix itself. I’m going to have to figure out how I’m going to ask her on a date, but I can’t do that while I’m so desperate for a release.

I open my phone and go through the list of names I know are always good to go when I need a quick fuck, but none of them sound even a little appealing. The only one I want is Kira, and I can’t just show up and ask if she wants to screw me so I can figure out how to ask her out.

I close my eyes and run my hand over the stiff length beneath my zipper again, this time allowing myself a moment to enjoy the sensation as fully as I can.

Kira…

Eyes still shut, I imagine walking into the bakery at closing. Kira is alone behind the counter, cleaning up after the day. She has a streak of flour on her cheek from where she wiped the back of her hand.

“Zeke,” she says with a smile as I walk in.“I’m so glad you're here.”

I rub my hand up and down along the outside of my pants, enjoying the soft pressure on my shaft, before unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper.

“Why’s that, baby?” I ask, though the specific twinkle in her eye and the flick of her tongue as she licks her lips tell me everything I need to know. She wants me as bad as I want her.

“Because…” she says as she walks to the front door of the bakery. She reaches up and locks it, then turns back to me, leaning against the door in a pose that’s somehow both shy and seductive at once.“I’ve been wanting to get you alone for a while now.”

I reach inside my boxers and grip my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it without pulling it out just yet. I want stress relief. Release. I can hold out and do it right.

“Oh?” I ask, walking over to her. I put an arm on the door over her head and use my other hand to stroke her soft brown hair.“And what exactly would a good girl like you want with a bad boy like me?”

She bites her lip and I hear her whimper deep in her throat. Her back arches toward me, and I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her against me.

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