Page 59 of Deep Within Me
A while ago, Jacob had been ready to take her, yet he deliberately waited to see what Zeke had in mind.
A lifetime of knowing Liz was what he required.Please work,Zeke’s thoughts had repeated endlessly as he hoped that he and his brother had returned some of Liz’s life force to her. If they hadn’t…
Zeke couldn’t think of it; the prospect was too daunting and hastened his arousal, his need to have still more of her.
The mattress had bounced as he’d left the bed. He offered Liz his hand.
Blinking slowly, still obviously fatigued from her numerous climaxes, she’d slipped her fingers over his. Her hand was delightfully warm, her breathing slow and steady. However, when her lids slid down, Zeke’s panic flared. He blurted, “Are you all right?”
Jacob pushed to a sitting position and looked down at her, clearly concerned.
“Yeah.” She yawned. “I’m savoring.”
Zeke wasn’t certain whether to groan, laugh, or bitch up a storm at her for frightening him like that.
Jacob didn’t look convinced that she was all right. He leaned over her shoulder, his hair sliding down her arm. “You’re sure?”
“About what?” She looked at them both.
Her eyes were bright with health and life, alert now, hersavoringapparently well past.
“Never mind.” Zeke squeezed her hand and led her from the bed to the bath. Jacob followed and touched several of the rocks.
In seconds, warm water filled the tub where it swished and swirled. More moisture misted from the limestone ceiling, directly above the receptacle, to create a gentle shower-like effect.
Liz put her palm beneath it. Pearls of water collected in her hand and dripped from her fingers.
Zeke kissed her shoulder. Jacob, her cheek. “Come on,” Zeke murmured, directing her into the tub. “We’ll give you a bath.”
She looked down at herself as though checking to see what they wanted to wash away. “Why?”
“Because we want to?” Jacob asked, joining them.
Zeke had to smile at his brother’s guileless, eager answer. The three of them being together in here would have seemed impossible days ago. It wasn’t something Zeke would have permitted, given his love for Liz.
His feelings for Jacob were as deep—the kind only brothers can have for each other—and no longer complicated. In Zeke’s mind, they’d never again be rivals for Liz. She belonged to him, always would. However, Jacob would also have a part in their lives. He no longer seemed to mind his secondary status. He seemed content with it, grateful.
Liz regarded Jacob’s erection. Water streamed from the ruddy crown. She actually licked her lips and answered his question with one of her own. “Know what I’d like to do?”
Zeke eased Liz’s damp hair from her neck and kissed it. “What?”
She took the soap, lathered her hands, and sank to her knees.
Her breasts seemed to float on the bubbly water. She worked the scented lather over Jacob’s dark bush and Zeke’s then down both of their rigid rods.
“Okay, then,” Zeke breathed, having no objections to her intimate touch.
Jacob said something similar. After that, Zeke couldn’t focus on anything other than Liz’s hand caressing, fondling, squeezing his cock.
Damn.
She ran her thumb over the tiny opening in the head and stroked the bumpy skin on the back. Zeke gritted his teeth at the pleasure tearing through him. He pressed his toes into the stone to keep from tottering back and losing his balance.
As he heaved in air and attempted to regain some control, she concentrated on Jacob, no doubt working her magic on him.
My turn now,Zeke thought.Come back to me, touch—sweet Jesus.
She’d taken him into her mouth.