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Eli grabs me by the hair and fucks my throat, something I find incredibly arousing, as evidenced by the flood of fluids coating Zeke’s face.

I feel the new gush drip out of me and dip my finger in to use as a lubricant. I increase the speed as I circle and prod at my clit.

Eli pulls out and lifts me off Zeke’s face. He rolls me down on the bed and lays between my legs before pressing his sizable length inside of me.

I gasp as he fucks me, hitting all the right spots. His hands are everywhere, and I think I can’t take any more pleasure until Zeke comes up behind my head and tips it back. He strokes his cock above me, then urges my lips open to take him, the same size as Eli’s, into my mouth this time.

I whimper and writhe beneath my touch, my hips thrusting into nothing, needing more than I can give myself, but I try anyway.

After several small orgasms, Eli pulls out, rolls to the side, and lays me on top of him, facing up. He enters me from behind as Zeke positions himself over me.

“Can you handle it?” he asks, pumping his fist along his length.

“I need to,” I say. “I need to because I need it. I need you.”

And I really mean it. As much as I relish the idea of Eli inside of me, Ineedto feel Zeke. I reach into my nightstand and pull out my favorite toy, a long, thick piece of silicone that will do nicely for simulating this as much as possible.

He lines himself up with my entrance that is already occupied by his twin and slides the tip inside, stretching me to my limit, and I cry out. It’s almost too much—almost—but as he dives deeper, his cock and his brother’s pressed together, both filling every single inch inside of me, I look into Zeke’s eyes.

It’s then that the fantasy stops, because Eli all but disappears as Zeke thrusts in and out of me. Eli continues his movements, but all I can focus on is Zeke.

As fantasy Zeke presses into me faster and faster, harder and harder, I also pick up my speed and pressure. I pump the synthetic cock in and out of me while playing with my clit with my other hand.

“Zeke!” I cry out as I come hard, my entire body pulsing with the electric currents the climax sends through me. As I lie there, coming down from my orgasm, I think about the encounter I imagined. If I wasn’t sure before, I feel pretty sure about which of them I wanted more now.

I didn’t know if I was ready to make that choice or if I was enjoying the game a little too much.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Zeke

Isit in the truck in the lot outside the bakery. I miss the feeling of my bike, but it roars like a lion while this purrs like a kitten, and I need to be discreet. There is absolutely no room for error here, not when Kira’s life may hang in the balance. Not only Kira, but my family, too. Kira happens to be the only one with no way to defend herself.

It’s just before dawn, and where I have the truck parked near the bakery gives me a perfect view of both Kira’s apartment and the bakery so I’ll be able to watch for any signs of danger while she’s still at homeandkeep an eye on her when she goes to work. The lights are still off inside her apartment, even though I know she gets up with the sun to go to work, so it shouldn’t be long now.

I’ve barely slept all night. I took the first watch here, which had Eli feeling salty as hell, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t leaving her alone after what happened, not even with my brother.

I wish I could be up there with her. In a protective capacity, of course. After I kissed her, though, it’s harder to ignore the desire to be with her, to kiss her again, to feel her body beneath mine.

Tonight, I’m not here to seduce her. I’m here to protect her, and she hasn’t even told me she wants me. I curse myself for the kiss, worried that I crossed a bad line, that she'll be angry or upset at me for disregarding a boundary.

I could go up and ask her. I could be direct and ask her what she thought of the kiss, what she thinks about the situation with my brother and me. If she wants me or him. If she doesn’t want either of us and she’s just enjoying the game.

I could also go right up and kiss her again. I could pick her up to throw her down on the bed. I could tear off every shred of fabric on her body until there’s nothing left and run my lips all over her skin. I could bite at her neck and collarbone until she whimpers and begs me to take her, and I would. I would slide inside of her and fuck her senseless, giving her the best sex of her life until she screams my name, and I’d know for sure that she’s chosen me over Eli.

No. Bad Zeke.

I remind myself of my objective, which is not to get distracted from my guard duty because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.

I feel tired, and I do everything I can to stay awake. I put some music on in the car, not so loud that anyone would be able to hear it outside, and sing along. I play a game on my phone, but realize I get too hyper-focused and decide it’s not worth risking someone slipping by me. Finally, I try speaking aloud to my empty car as if I’m talking to Kira—or, at least how I wish I could talk to her.

“Hey, baby,” I say. “I know things seem scary right now. And I know you haven’t made up your mind yet. Or maybe you have but you’re not telling me. I want you to know I’m gonna look after you. Always. I’ll go to my grave making sure that you’re safe, if you’ll let me. If you’ll be my girl, I’ll make sure no one and nothing can ever hurt you, not for a second. I… I love you.”

The words fall from my lips, truer than I care to admit. I do love her, even if she’s not ready to reciprocate those feelings. Maybe she never will be. For now, in the darkness of my truck, in the lonely silence, I can say it and mean it.

My eyelids droop as I drift into a fantasy about Kira. I must drift off because all of a sudden, I hear a car door slam and I’m jerked awake.

I look up to see Kira’s dad glaring at me, the sun rising behind him.

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