Page 28 of Zeke
“Hey.” I hold her tightly and feel her melt against me. “You okay?”
“Been better, been worse,” she says, looking up at me through her thick, dark eyelashes that need no makeup to stand out. Not that I mind when she puts on a bright red lipstick that complements her fiery hair. She’s feeling wild when she does, and when she’s feeling wild…
But that’s not for now. Right now, I can tell she needs me to be here, and that’s what I’ll do. I bend slightly to scoop her up into my arms, her petite but strong frame clinging to me with her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I carry her up the stairs and down the hall to our room, where I set her on the bed, leaning her back with a rough, deep kiss. She whimpers and grabs my shirt to hold me to her, but I know. She needs to talk business beforeweget down to business.
“What’s going on?” I ask, standing. Her lips follow me for a moment, looking for more, but then she flops back onto the mattress, her hair splayed out behind her.
“Same old, same old, with a new twist,” she answers.
I hover over her, my body lined up with hers. She puts her hands in my hair as I kiss her collarbone.
“How so?” I ask against her smooth skin.
She lets out a little moan before saying, “Well… God that feels good. Um… well, we have these threats coming at us, and we don’t know who it is or how bad it is, so we have to prepare like it’s DEFCON one, and no one can just make it easy. Eli and Zeke are in some kind of war with each other over the girl from the bakery and won’t look at each other, but right now, we need everyone working together. We can’t have anyone going rogue over some personal bullshit.”
“Probably not going to like what I was talking to Julia and Country about, then.”
“Fuck,” she groans. “What’s going on there? I noticed Julia wasn’t in Church. Was she off alone?”
“Sort of.” I run a hand up and down Eden’s body like I own it, which I do. Not because we’re married, but becausesheis mine, and has been from that very first night. We both knew it then, and not a damn thing has changed. I make her feel like no one else in her life ever has. I take her control and show her what it is to submit. I bring her to ecstasy and give her a sweet release no one else can. “Turns out she and the bakery girl your brothers are obsessed with are friends now. Julia decided to get a job at the bakery to expand her horizons or something fucking stupid like that.”
“What?” Eden snaps lightly out of her ecstatic daze, but I kiss her deeply on the lips. She lies back on the pillow as one of my hands goes to her perfect tits, taking one and squeezing and playing with it.
“Yeah,” I say. “Not sure what the endgame there is, but I made Country promise to ride with her to and from the bakery whenever she goes so she’s not riding alone.”
“Wish I could get Eli and Zeke to do the same,” she mumbles before letting out a soft gasp as I run my thumb over her hardened nipple. “But they’re so up their asses about this girl they’d probably run each other off the road to one-up on the other. Might serve them right for being so petty when we have so much to focus on—and that doesn’t include the cute pair of tits at the bakery.”
“Speaking of a cute pair of tits…” I say in a low growl, dipping my head to press my mouth against the hard nub beneath her shirt, dampening the fabric as I tease her through it.
She enjoys the sensations for a few minutes, then says in a deliciously strained voice, “What do you think about what’s going on with Country and Julia?”
I give a low chuckle. “I think that whatever it is, I’m glad because it means he’s gonna make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. Again.”
“As long as it doesn’t get them killed,” Eden says, but there’s not much conviction in her voice since I slipped my fingers down the front of her jeans. “You think they’re gonna get together?”
“Guess that’s up to them.” I shrug. “Which means probably.”
“You’d better stop,” she says breathlessly as I graze the very top of her crease. “Or…”
“Or what?” I stop what I’m doing to get right up in her face. “You may run the show out there, but who’s in charge in here?”
She remains silent, her body writhing beneath mine, needing me as badly as I need her, something she likely already knows by the thick, hard appendage pressing into her thigh. “Who’s in control, Sweet Girl? Say it.”
“You are.”
“‘You are’who?”
“You are… sir.”
“That’s a good girl.” I press my lips to hers once more before undoing her jeans and pulling them off in one fast motion, leaving her in a pair of visibly soaked panties and her tank top, which has no bra under it. “That’s a very…” I kiss above her belly button. “Very…” I kiss below it, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “Good…” I kiss just above the small thatch of hair between her legs, taking a deep inhale of her scent, something that never fails to draw a thick drop of precome from me. Right now is no exception. “Girl…”
With the final word, I dive between her legs, bringing her to not one or even two orgasms, but three before I finally remove my pants. I straddle her chest as my member hangs in her face. She looks at it hungrily, then opens her mouth a little, waiting for me to give the command.
Another drip of fluid leaks from my tip. “Clean that up for me, Sweet Girl.”
She does as she is told, licking and sucking like no one else I’d ever known. She was made for me, and I was made for her.
Once I’m throbbing hard and satisfied, I get off her, chuckling when she makes a little noise of protest. It amuses and delights me that she likes going down on me that much, but since I enjoy doing it to her, I understand why.