After the scene on Saturday morning—likely the most intense thing I’d ever been involved in—he had found ways to keep us guessing throughout the weekend, taking his pleasure in whatever form he wanted. On Saturday night, when I was making dinner, Zeke had restrained Case to a kitchen chair, then pinned me to the kitchen cabinet and fucked me for all I was worth. On Sunday night, without warning, Zeke had strolled into the living room, insisted I drop my jeans and bend over. I had without argument, enjoying the hell out of the way he fucked me ruthlessly and without preamble.
Yesterday morning, Zeke had insisted I follow him outside when Case was playing ball with Tank. He had forced me to kneel beside him, then instructed my boyfriend to hug the wall of the house while he plowed Case from behind.
Last night, I had just settled into my bed alone—a place I had learned I would no longer be sleeping—when Zeke came in. The man proved his strength by flipping me onto my stomach before fucking me in earnest on the bed. For a brief moment, I had wondered if the frame was strong enough to hold us both. I was happy to say it had held.
I wasn’t positive, but I thought Zeke had gone into Case’s room shortly thereafter and done the same thing.
Needless to say, my body was on high alert, waiting for Zeke to make an appearance.
I had texted Trent last night to let him know that Case and I were currently staying with Zeke, but we were available for him should he need us. His response was simple: I’m good for now. Enjoy yourself.
I was certainly doing that. The suspense, though, was killing me. I had no idea what to expect. At any given moment, Zeke could walk into a room, command me to my knees so he could shove his dick down my throat or force me to bend over so he could pummel my ass with his giant cock. Oddly enough, I continued to hold out hope that he would, because I would take him any way I could get him.
On the other hand, I missed spending time with Case. Although we were in the same house, Zeke was keeping us apart for some reason. Not by ordering us to our rooms or anything, but he seemed to know whenever we were getting closer.
I wasn’t sure if that was his plan. Perhaps he wanted each of us for himself. Or maybe he felt threatened by the fact we had a relationship.
Yeah, okay. So perhaps that was wishful thinking. I knew Zeke wasn’t in this for a relationship. Despite the fact he was mindlessly fucking us both, it was always slightly impersonal. Not once had he used my name, referring to me only as cowboy or fuck toy. And he insisted I thank him for whatever he’d so kindly given me. Once I did, he walked away without a backward glance.
“How long until breakfast?” Zeke asked as he passed through the living room, which was separated from where I stood by the enormous granite-topped island.
He was sweaty from his workout, having spent the past two hours down in his basement with Case in tow.
“Half an hour,” I informed him.
“I’m gonna shower. When I get back, I want you naked.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Without pausing, the big man headed up the stairs to his bedroom.
Case appeared a minute later. He was wiping a towel over his face.
“Morning,” he greeted. “Where’s Zeke?”
I motioned toward the stairs with the knife I was wielding. “Shower.”
Case made a beeline over to me. I paused, setting the knife on the counter when he pulled me into him, our lips pressing together. He was hot and sweaty but he was exactly what I needed right then.
“Mornin’,” I said with a smile.
That was what I missed the most. Kissing. I had a thing for it and not once had Zeke kissed me. I was curious as to what it would feel like. It had me wondering whether or not Zeke had kissed Case. Not that I would ask. I was curious, but I didn’t really want to know. How would I feel if I found out that Zeke had kissed Case and not me?
“I miss you,” Case whispered as he kissed me harder. “I hate sleeping alone.”
Gripping his hips, I pulled him into me, my heart swelling. “I miss you, too.”
When he stepped back, his bright eyes scanned my face. “You still good with this?”
“Yeah.” I hoped I didn’t sound as giddy as I felt. I didn’t want Case to think I was getting attached to Zeke. I wasn’t. Well, I was and I wasn’t. It was difficult not to develop some feelings for the big man. He might lack certain emotions, but he made up for it in the way he looked at me. I could tell he was thinking dirty things whenever his black gaze landed on me.
