Reaching between us, I grip my aching shaft in my palm. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving and eyes darker than coal. “No. Let me make you come, West.” He pulls out and drives into me again. “Like this.”
I throw my head back and let go. My orgasm draws near, and my mouth falls open. Zeke slides his tongue inside again, stealing my breath and fucking me with unrelenting force. He sets a demanding pace that leaves us both gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat as they grind and slap against each other. I bear down on him and band my arms around his back, digging my fingers into his hard muscles.
“That’s it. Come with me, West.” The way he grunts my name in my ear sets me off, and thick ribbons of my release coat our stomachs.
“You’re such a good fuck.” Zeke gives one final thrust of his hips and fills me with his cum. With his forehead on mine, our heaving breaths mingle. Our lips brush once, twice, then he smiles and turns his head. “You enjoy the show, buttercup?”
So, that’s what this was? What an asshole.
Looking over, I find Lily watching the two of us, her mouth open in a perfect O. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she moans. The motion of her hand working her clit draws my attention down. She rocks into her hand, tremors shaking her body.
He turns his attention back to me. “I guess she did, huh?”
Chapter
Twenty-One
ZEKE
West storms into the kitchen. Judging by the fine film of perspiration covering his toned chest and abs, he just finished his workout. My eyes are drawn to the V that disappears beneath his running shorts.
Snarling, he crosses the room in two strides and slaps his palms down on the counter. “Don’t ever fucking use me again, Zeke.”
My eyes narrow, confusion and annoyance prickling at my skin. “The fuck?”
His lips curl back over his teeth. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.”
I stand up and mirror his stance, planting my own hands on the counter and leaning forward. “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” My nostrils flare as I try to keep a lid on my temper. “I would never use you.”
His brow furrows. “No? So what the fuck was that last night?”
A cold wave of guilt hits me in the chest. “Last night?”
“You think I wouldn’t realize that you were testing Lily by fucking me in front of her?” His gray eyes smolder with indignation. “To see how she’d react to the two of us together?”
“Why are you only bringing this up now?” I ask, but I know why. He never would have said anything in front of her, and I got the hell out of there before he came down from the high of his climax. West might be a top, but he loves it when I fuck him.
“You know why, you fucker,” he shouts.
I suck in a breath and run a hand over my face. “It wasn’t just about that.” I stare into his eyes and drop my guard. My voice drops an octave. “You know it wasn’t.” He knows me better than anyone else on this entire fucking planet.
His jaw ticks. A vein in his neck pulses. “Don’t ever fucking do it again, Zeke. I’m not a pawn in your fucked-up mission to prove that Lily isn’t going to work out.”
That slow-rolling guilt grows and gnaws at my gut. “I never said she wouldn’t work out.”
“No, but you’re convinced she won’t, right? So convinced of it that even though you can’t take your fucking eyes off her, you’ve barely touched her since she moved in here over two weeks ago.”
Rage courses through my veins alongside the gnawing guilt. My chest tightens. “I told you, she sucked my fucking cock yesterday before you got home.” What more does he want from me?
He leans closer. “And you’ve barely spoken to her since. What the hell are you afraid of, Zeke?”
I slam my fist on the countertop. “Don’t, West.”
“Don’t what? Don’t ask why you refuse to fuck the woman you jerk off to in the shower every morning? When are you going to stop second-guessing everything and show her who you really are?”
A throat clears behind us. Motherfucker.
We both turn to where Lily stands in the doorway, a pained expression on her face. “I’m so sorry, but I really need some Tylenol.”
“Are you okay?” West asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Yeah, just some cramps.” She slips past us and heads to the medicine cabinet. “I’ll be out of your hair in a few seconds.”
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I sigh. “How much of that did you hear?”
She spins on her heel and arches one eyebrow. “Not much. Just that West thinks you should show me who you really are.”
I run a hand through my hair and mutter curse words.
She grabs the bottle of painkillers from the cupboard and takes two with a glass of water. When she’s done, she stands beside West at the kitchen island and studies me. “So who are you really, Zeke?”
Nope. Not going there. “You got your period?”
“Yup. Happens every month,” she replies, one corner of her mouth curling up. “Who are you?”
“You always get cramps?”
“Not always.” One eyebrow goes up. “So?”
West watches me, no doubt enjoying this.
I narrow my eyes. “You should probably go lay down or something.”
“It’s only period cramps. I’ll be fine. They usually go away with a couple Tylenol and a little heat. Do you guys have a heating pad?”
I look at West, and he shakes his head.
“That’s okay,” she muses, then sinks her perfect white teeth into the pillow of her bottom lip and releases it with a sharp inhale. “You know what else is good for period cramps?”
West dips his head, running his nose over her hair. “Orgasms.” She turns and smiles at him, but he gives her an apologetic look. “As much as I would love to help you out with that particular problem, princess, I have to shower and get to work.”
He kisses the top of her head, and with a final pointed glance in my direction, he leaves Lily and me alone in the kitchen.
“So, what about you, Zeke?” She manages a steady tone, but her body language portrays her nerves. Body language betrays everyone. She has no idea what she just walked into, but the fact that she’s still standing toe-to-toe with me is admirable.
“You want me to help with your cramps?”
“That too much for a big guy like you to handle?” Her defiant glare makes my cock twitch with the need to be inside her. “If you’re worried about a little blood, I’m wearing a tampon and you only need to stay in the clitoral area. You do know where that is, right?”
Fucking brat. Slowly rolling my head on my shoulders, I fight the urge to grin. A thrill of anticipation travels straight to my balls. I stalk around the island and stop directly in front of her, inhaling her scent. So sweet and inviting. I curl a strand of her dark hair between my thumb and forefinger, and she cranes her neck to look up at me, a playful smile on her lips.
“You should be very careful talking like that around me, buttercup.”