I stopped on the stairs when Zeke’s voice echoed from below.
“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”
“Yes, Zeke,” Brax replied.
“He needs me,” Zeke stated. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
My legs turned rubbery beneath me when I heard the torment in Brax’s voice. He was serious. Zeke might’ve been taunting him, but Brax was speaking the truth. He wasn’t playing a role, he wasn’t trying to push Zeke to give him what he needed. Brax honestly believed that I wanted Zeke more than him.
How could that be possible?
How could he doubt my love for him?
For the past three nights, I had curled up to sleep with Brax in my arms. I hadn’t cared about the fucking torture device on my dick or the fact that we were being treated like animals, forced to sleep in a cage beneath Zeke’s bed. I would take that any day over having to sleep separately from Brax.
And he thought I wanted Zeke more?
“What do you think he’d say right now if he came home to find you hooked up to that machine? That dildo penetrating your ass? Do you think he’d be jealous?”
“No, Zeke.”
“Do you want him to be jealous, cowboy? Do you want the pretty boy to see you like this, to know you willingly crawled up on that table like a dog, let me strap you down so I could impale you with a fucking machine?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
There was a long pause and I couldn’t stay still any longer. I continued down the steps until I was in the basement with them. There was Brax, shackled to a table while a dildo hooked to a rod fucked into his ass. Zeke stood in front of him, far enough away that they could continue to make eye contact.
“What do you think would make him jealous, cowboy? What would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”
“I don’t know, Zeke.”
“Do you want him to hurt?”
“Yes. No!” Brax moaned. “No. I don’t wanna hurt him.”
“But you do. That’s why you’ve been pouting. Because he’s giving me what you want him to give you. Yet you’re still here. Shackled in my basement while that machine drills your ass. Now tell me, what would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”
“I don’t know!” Brax yelled.
“I do,” I said, making my presence known.
To my shock, Zeke didn’t move. He didn’t look over at me.
I stepped closer until I could see Brax’s face. His eyes shot to me and I could see everything he was thinking. Anger, confusion, doubt. It was all there. My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Tell me, cowboy. What will make him jealous?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”
“He said he knows,” Zeke stated firmly. “Now I want to hear you say it.”
“Nothing,” Brax ground out. “Nothing will make him jealous. He needs us both equally.”
“You think that’s it?” Zeke taunted.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“You think he needs me to hurt him as much as he needs the cuddling and kisses you shower him with?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Zeke’s head turned and those black eyes pinned me in place. Something dark lurked there and I suddenly felt a chill in the air. I’d never seen him like that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him like that again.
His attention shifted back to Brax and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. When Zeke’s lips brushed Brax’s, I swallowed so hard I wondered if my heart had shot up into my mouth and then back down.
That … that wasn’t part of the deal, was it? Zeke hadn’t kissed either one of us up to this point. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t thought about that before.
Zeke’s head tilted and he deepened the kiss. I could see the way their tongues slid together. It was erotic and dangerous for my sanity. My heart lurched, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was drawn to the way their mouths moved together in such an intimate way.
“I think that worked,” Zeke said, drawing me out of my stupor. “Look at him, cowboy. He doesn’t know what to think about that. He’s the only one who’s supposed to be kissing you. Not me. Not the big, bad wolf. I’m only allowed to use your body, to fuck your ass and your throat. To shove my dick inside you. Kissing’s too intimate; it means more than anything else.”
Zeke stood tall and stared into Brax’s eyes. He was practically vibrating with barely restrained rage.
“And that’s all bullshit, cowboy!” he snapped. “Kissing means nothing. It’s merely fuel for the fire, but it does seem to get your boyfriend amped up. He doesn’t like me kissing you. Now tell me, do you want that fake dick to move faster?”
