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I look at him, debating if he’s being honest, and he seems to be. Damn. I was kind of hoping for more than that, but I guess he’s in MC business mode.

“Okay,” I say, and he takes my hand and walks me outside, both Eli and my dad watching us go like hawks.

We get inside my front door, and Zeke grabs me by the shoulders and presses my back against it. I’m immediately panting. Am I about to get what I was hoping for after all?

He puts a finger to his lips to tell me to keep silent. Right as I’m sure he’s about to kiss me, he turns and walks away, putting a hand out to me, indicating I should stay put. As I deflate from the tension I’m sure he felt too, he pulls his gun and checks every room, behind every door, in every closet, and even goes up through the crawl space above my room to check it. It must clear the inspection because he holsters his gun and walks back to me. He passes the flowers, which have finally begun to wilt, and I debate thanking him for them, but I still haven’t asked which of them sent them. The last thing I want to do is fizzle out the charge that keeps building the longer he’s here in my apartment.

I meet him halfway across the room. As if we’d rehearsed it, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. We stand like that for what feels like hours, him simply holding me, stroking my hair, and whispering that he won’t let anything happen to me.

When he finally lets go, he asks for my cell phone. I hand it over, not sure if he’s going to put some kind of special app on it, but he simply puts his phone number in my contacts.

“If you need anything—anythingat all,” he says, “you call me immediately. I’ll be here fast as my bike can ride.”

“Okay,” I say, looking up at him. My God, he’s handsome. They both are, considering they share a face, but something about Zeke’s eyes looks so worn and weary that makes me want to care for him.

He nods and walks past me toward the door. I take one step toward my bedroom, then my arm is caught by Zeke as he turns around and pulls me to him, pressing his lips against mine ferociously. Now he pushes me against the door, but it’s for a completely different reason than before. He moves his hands from my back down to my hips, holding me against him, and my hands are tangled in his hair. The feeling of him against me, of his lips and tongue on mine, soothes me and makes me feel relief like I hadn’t all day. In fact, I don’t think I’ve felt at ease like this in a very, very long time. Now, I want more. More of this. More of Zeke.

Before I realize it, the kiss is over. Zeke pulls me away from the door, rushing out like he needs to get away as fast as possible, and a part of me understands. We almost crossed a line we wouldn’t be able to come back from, and, if I’m honest, I think it’s too late.

I go to my room in a daze and lay on top of the covers for a few minutes, reliving the kiss, running my fingers over my lips. When he grabbed me, my entire body responded. I was left with a wetness in my panties and a throbbing, pulsing feeling I can’t ignore.

I unbutton my jeans and unzip them, playing with the hem of the lace underwear. My breath catches as my fingers trace them side to side before dipping beneath the band.

“Needed me that bad?”

I hear Zeke’s voice from the doorway and look up to see him leaning against the frame, smirking at me.

“Yes,” I say. “I need you, Zeke.”

Eli steps into the doorway behind him and grins at me, too.

“And me?” he says. “I’d hate to be left out.”

“I’d hate that too,” I say.

Of course, none of this is really happening. Both Zeke and Eli have left, and I’m all alone in my apartment with only my fingers to keep me company.

My fingers brush my crease, feeling the wetness that already coats the lips. The soft down of hair catches the juices and allows me to slide easily along the slit, not quite ready to slip in.

Zeke comes over to me first and lays himself on top of me. He kisses me as hard as he did against the door, and my clit throbs in anticipation.

“Zeke,” I gasp, and his hands go under my shirt to toy with my nipples.

As I finally allow myself to slide between the lips and press a finger to my swollen, sensitive bud, I use my other hand to make the same motions the fantasy Zeke does with his hands on my nipples.

“Don’t forget about me,” Eli says, joining us on the bed. Zeke slides aside and pulls me against him so Eli can lie behind me. I feel both of their erections pressing against me through their clothes.

I moan out loud as a sharp thrill runs through my body at the thought of being pinned between them like that.

Suddenly, we’re all naked, and they’ve rearranged us so I’m sitting on Zeke’s face while Eli presents his cock to me to suck.

“You want this, baby?”

I don’t speak, answering by taking his huge member into my mouth.

I move my fingers from my nipples to my mouth, imagining the salty taste of his precome on my tongue.

Zeke devours me like a man left out in the desert to starve. His tongue flicks and slides with expert precision, and I crest tiny waves of pleasure as he does,

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