Page 60 of Deep Within Me

Zeke clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt. However, it did keep him from screaming his joy at the incredible sensations she’d generated. With his head hanging between his shoulders, he watched her lips moving up him, finally touching his dark curls. At the same time, she fondled Jacob’s balls.

His brother gasped, swallowed loudly, then gasped again.

Zeke’s shoulders bunched. He squeezed his fists at Liz licking and suckling his cock. She did it so well he was a breath away from climax.

She pushed him over the edge by cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.

He came on a choked cry, not certain his legs would hold him much longer. As he struggled to remain upright, Liz ministered to Jacob, cleansing his cock and balls thoroughly, then taking him in the same fashion.

Eventually, they’d washed her, making certain her openings were prepared for their further use. Jacob got to bathe her breasts. She’d pressed her face against his shoulder as Zeke washed her cunt then her tight ring of flesh.

He’d returned to her soft folds and explored them and her clit so thoroughly Liz came yet again.

At last, they were back in bed, this time with Jacob taking Liz vaginally from behind. As she submitted to his carnal need, she’d licked and loved Zeke’s cock, his balls.

Their newest orgasms were as powerful as the first. They collapsed as they had earlier. After another brief rest, they finally stirred.

Zeke ran his fingers down Liz’s arm, unable to stop touching her, checking to see if she was all right. Jacob was no different. He stroked her hip. Glancing at each of them, she murmured, “Did it work?”

Zeke brushed his mouth over hers. Jacob eased her hair away and kissed her temple.

“Did what work?” Zeke whispered.

“Your plan to restore me…to return what I’d given to both of you.”

Zeke exchanged a glance with Jacob. His brother looked as though he hadn’t a clue what to say and was going to leave that up to him.

Suppressing a sigh, Zeke regarded Liz. Contentment registered on her features, her color was rich, her breathing relaxed not exhausted. She looked about as hearty as a person could. For how long? He didn’t want to think about it.

“I can’t be sure,” he said. “We’ll have to keep doing this until I’m certain.”

“That’s right,” Jacob said, cupping her breast.

Amusement and skepticism played across her face. “When do you think that might be?”

The memory of her slumped over in the Jeep returned to plague Zeke. “I don’t know. Let me take this slow, all right?”

“But what if—”

“Shhh.” He rested his forefinger against her lips. “Relax. Go back to sleep.”

Liz wrapped her hand around his finger and pulled it away gently. “And then what?”

“More of this,” Jacob answered. He snuggled his face against her neck and kissed it.

She sighed happily.

Zeke watched for a moment and then surrendered to weariness, thankful for it. He wanted only to sleep for a little while longer. To forget the bad that always seemed to be awaiting them.

He breathed deeply and held it, forgetting to release the air. His vision was that quick and ruthless. His body stiffened at the image his mind revealed.

That same female hand wrapped around a knife, the blade wet with blood.

Whose?

He tried to see details but couldn’t. A silk scarf had floated into the scene, its fabric black. The same as the nails on that woman’s—

No.