Page 124 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“We want all of you, Zeke,” I told him. “Not just the man who forces us to wear chastity devices because he owns our dicks. Not just the man who comes up with creative ways to get us to come.”
I moved my hand up Zeke’s arm, surprised when he didn’t pull away.
“Believe it or not, we’re not submissives all the time, either. Right now, I’m just a man, Zeke. Just like you. And I…” I swallowed back the emotion. “I don’t like the idea of not having you in my life.”
“I didn’t agree to this,” he said, his eyes still searching my face as though he was seeking the truth.
“That’s fair. You didn’t. You warned us up front that you weren’t in it for a relationship or for commitment.” My hand moved higher and I gripped his bicep. “We agreed to your terms, Zeke. But somewhere along the way, it changed.”
“Not for me,” he countered.
Case appeared beside me. “Liar.”
Zeke’s eyes shot over to him. I couldn’t read his expression but I could tell he was trying to figure out what the point was. Why we were being persistent about this.
“We didn’t abide by your rules, Zeke,” I admitted. “We couldn’t. It’s not possible when we had the opportunity to get to know you.”
“You don’t know me,” he snapped.
I kept a firm grip on his arm and closed the space between us. We were so close he couldn’t keep his eyes on my face. His beard was brushing against my lips.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
He shifted his head down, and when he did, I kissed him.
At first, I thought he would shove me away, but he didn’t. Zeke merely stood there, his lips firm, his hands still hanging down to his sides.
“Tell me you didn’t feel anything,” I whispered when I pulled back.
I felt Case shift, his hand sliding over mine when he moved to stand behind Zeke.
“I didn’t,” Zeke said, but there wasn’t any truth in his words.
Case’s hands slid between my chest and Zeke’s. He was wrapping his arms around Zeke, holding him in place. Not because he thought he would bolt but because he wanted to be as close to Zeke as I was. I couldn’t blame him. This thing between us might’ve started out as a game, but it wasn’t a game anymore.
Now came the hard part.
Convincing Zeke to take a chance when I could still see in his eyes that he wasn’t going to give an inch.
THIRTY-TWO
ZEKE
DESPITE THAT INNER DESIRE TO want more than I knew they could give, giving in would only end up hurting the three of us in the long run.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the cowboy and the pretty boy wanted something more from me. Perhaps one night would slake the lust, give them the rush of having conquered the big, bad Sadist, but it wouldn’t last.
I placed my hand on the cowboy’s where he was clutching my arm. For a moment, I let the warmth of him seep in. I felt the pretty boy’s arms wrapping around me. I felt safe with them for the first time in a long time. However, I couldn’t bank on that for eternity.
Which meant I had to do the three of us the favor of ending it now.
I easily pried the cowboy’s hand from my bicep.
“This is nonnegotiable,” I told him, my eyes locked with his once more. “I’m not willing to give more than I agreed to. It’s best we end it now.”
With that, I worked my way out from between them and whistled for Tank to follow. They could sleep in my bed for all I cared. I had plenty of other beds in this house. And worst case, I could always sleep on the couch.
“If you follow me,” I warned, “I will make you leave tonight. So, for your own sakes, just leave me alone.”
To reiterate my point, I closed my bedroom door, effectively shutting them completely out.
That was the only way this could go.
I was sure they would see that by morning.
*
Friday, November 2
As I sat at my desk, I stared down at my cell phone.
It had been buzzing endlessly since six o’clock this morning. My sister was evidently pissed at me for not being home when she came by for breakfast. I couldn’t blame her. However, I also couldn’t stand the idea of listening to her interrogate me about all the shit going on in my life. No doubt she was aware of the issues I was having with the cowboy and the pretty boy. Based on her texts, they’d filled her in on the situation with Matt, too.
Jamie: I’m on my way to your office. You better be there when I get there, Zeke.
Son of a bitch. I didn’t think she’d actually come after me. She should be getting ready for her class right about now.
