“Thank you,” she whispers, averting her gaze.
I grab her jaw and tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. She doesn’t get to act shy now, not after she’s the one who prompted all this. My heart thumps like a bass drum. My cock is harder than a steel girder and is currently leaking in my boxers. I’m desperate to get away from her so I can jack off with her scent still in my nose and her taste in my mouth. “So, compatible then?”
Her lips spread in a slow, sexy smile. “Very.”
I lean in and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. I need to tear myself away from her while I still can. “Goodnight, Lily.”
“Night, West.”
When I get to my room, Xander is sitting on my bed in just his boxers. Just like it does every time I see it, the tattoo on his chest—Poseidon and his trident—reminds me how lucky I am to have him and Zeke in my life. He grins at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You made her come, didn’t you?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“I heard her moaning your fucking name.”
“Then fuck yeah, I made her come.”
He palms his cock through his boxers and grunts his approval. “How did she feel?”
“Like fucking heaven, Fitch. Hot and wet and so goddamn tight. She’s so fucking sweet. But I dunno.” I shake my head and suck in a breath. “She’s a little dangerous too. Inexperienced for sure but not shy. She loves the thrill. And despite what Zeke says, she’s not naive.”
He scoots back and lies on the pillows with his arms behind his head. “You think she’ll agree to our proposal?”
“I don’t know. I sure fucking hope so, because she tastes even sweeter than she looks.”
He glares at me. “You tasted her?”
“I sucked her cum off my fingers.”
“Fuck, West,” he groans.
I sit beside him on the bed and run the two fingers I just had inside her over his lips. He opens his mouth and I slip them inside, allowing him a taste of her too. His blue eyes darken as he sucks greedily, swirling his expert tongue over my knuckles and making my already aching cock throb painfully.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” I growl, pulling my fingers out of his mouth and replacing them with my tongue. His hands slide through my hair, and he tugs me to lie on top of him. I grind my hard cock against his, and he moans into my mouth, letting me swallow the sounds he makes.
“Fuck me, West,” he pleads. “It’s been too long.”
I press my forehead against his. “I’m sorry. I know I get crazy when we’re close to closing a deal.”
He grazes his knuckles over my cheek. “You get distant, not crazy.”
“You staying in here with me tonight?”
His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip. “Yeah.”
“Is Zeke okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, he’s just processing.”
Pushing up onto my forearms, I rake my eyes over his face and down his toned, muscular body. He’s right. It’s been way too long. I arch an eyebrow at him. “Suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll fuck you.”
He flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me. “You’re such an alpha-hole sometimes, you know that, right?”
“You fucking love it.”
He works his mouth down my body, all teeth and tongue lashing over my skin. I push his head lower, trying to move him closer to my aching dick, but he chuckles, enjoying my torment. He’s such a fucking brat.
“The more you tease me, the more I’ll make it hurt,” I snap.
“Why do you think I’m teasing you?”
I growl. “Suck my fucking cock, Fitch!”
He licks a trail across my abs before swirling his tongue over the crown, humming appreciatively as he cleans off the precum already collecting there. Then he swallows me whole, wrapping his sinful lips around my shaft and taking me balls-deep into his throat.
I fist my hands in his hair, holding his head still while I thrust my hips and fuck his mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that too.”
He looks up at me, his bright blue eyes watering as he chokes on my length. I swipe the pad of my thumb over his cheek. “You take my cock like such a good boy.”
He winks at me, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder, and a few moments later, I come down his perfect throat.
I lean against the door frame, arms folded across my chest as I watch her and Xander chat over breakfast. I can’t hear their conversation, but she keeps giggling—he does too. The sound of their combined laughter reverberates around the expansive kitchen and makes me smile. They look so good together, and the thought of fucking the two of them, or of fucking him while he’s inside her, has my balls tightening and heat tingling at the base of my spine. Zeke comes up beside me, and we both stare at the two of them. I’m sure he’s thinking the exact same thing I am.
After a few seconds, he clears his throat, reminding me I have somewhere else to be. The car is waiting for me, and I need to leave. I straighten my tie and roll my shoulders back. Fuck giving her time. She’s ours, and she needs to accept that sooner rather than later.
I press my lips against Zeke’s ear. “I want her, Zeke. Make it happen.”
Chapter
Thirteen
LILY
“I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night.” Jen’s voice is quiet on the phone. Her boss is a tyrant, and she isn’t supposed to make personal calls during work hours. “I really wanted to hear about your date Saturday, but Trey took me to this party, and then after—” She sighs dreamily instead of finishing her sentence.
“Don’t worry. I love sleeping in your bed,” I remind her. “And I watched that movie with that actor you hate.”
She laughs. “I have so much to tell you, Lils. Trey is perfect.”
I roll my eyes. Trey the movie star, who turned out to not be a movie star at all. Apparently he’s a bouncer and he only used the whole movie star bit to get Jen to hook up with him. Lucky for him, my friend isn’t the shallow type and he told her soon enough that she didn’t feel betrayed by his lie. She’s into him, and she’s happy. Hell, I’m seriously considering the Unholy Trinity’s offer, so I don’t think I have the right to judge any woman for her choice of bed partners at this point. “We can catch up tonight. I’ll cook dinner.”
“Perfect.” She gasps. “Shit, I have to go. I have a meeting that started five minutes ago. Talk later, girl.”
“Bye,” I say, but she’s already hung up.
Jen is standing in the hallway when I get home from work, surrounded by bags and suitcases and holding a pillow under her arm. Two guys stand beside her, one of whom I recognize as Trey from the club, and the other wears navy coveralls and looks like he works in maintenance. My mouth goes dry. What the hell happened?
Jen shakes her head, and Trey puts a comforting arm around her shoulder as I jog down the hallway. “Hey, what’s happened? Is everything okay?”
Jen turns to me, her eyes wide. “Roaches, Lil.” She wrinkles her nose.