And theirs.
All the practice they’d had at administering their own form of justice through their Clandestine Agency had been in preparation for dealing with Levi. Zeke understood that now, and wouldn’t back down from the fight. A small part of his brain still wondered how he could have gotten it so wrong. He reckoned he was a good judge of character and had liked and respected Levi. He had been in the Israeli army for fifteen years, had a spotless record and a wife and two kids whom he supposedly doted on. Of course, he hadn’t seen his family since he absconded from captivity, and nor would he ever again. Still, that was not punishment enough for what he’d done to their Cantara. The problem was, they’d spent endless hours and countless resources trying to find the man, without any luck. They had some of the best people in the business at their disposal, but they’d all come up empty-handed. Zeke was starting to think Levi must be dead, which infuriated him because it meant he’d escaped justice, either by taking his own life or being given a helping hand. Unless, until, he and Raoul knew for sure, they would never stop looking for him.
About to go into the bedroom, he paused on the threshold when he heard noises coming from within. Noises he hadn’t expected to hear. He didn’t need a degree in rocket science to figure out what was going on. A broad smile broke out across his face.
“Well, well,” he muttered. “Now that’s what I call progress. Hadn’t expected her to be up for that quite yet. Leave it to Raoul to change her mind.”
But Zeke knew Raoul wouldn’t have instigated proceedings. They’d talked about it. Worried over her anxiety if they kissed her too enthusiastically, held her for a little too long, or touched her too intimately. They had learned that any physical contact at all, aside from holding her hand or giving her a chaste kiss, had to come from her. The last thing they wanted to do was spook her, or remind her of aspects of her three-year ordeal she wasn’t ready to remember.
He leaned on the door jamb, watching their baby climax. Watching Raoul’s ass moving as he gave her what she so obviously needed before taking his own pleasure.
“You guys started without me,” he said, strolling into the room with their breakfast and pulling an injured face. “That wasn’t nice.”
“It was from where I was lying,” Cantara replied with a saucy smile.
Zeke laughed, put the tray down, and leaned down to kiss her lips. “I’m real glad about that, babe,” he said, tweaking one of her nipples. “You deserved it.”
She stretched like the satiated cat she was, her smile wide and smug. “I remembered something,” she said, looking excited.
“You did. What was that then?”
“I remembered that you and Raoul both used to play with me like this.”
Zeke widened his eyes as a shot a sideways glance Raoul’s way. “How do you feel about that, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re gonna settle just for this big bad ass,” he said, pointing dismissively at Raoul. “I can give you just as much as he can. More in fact.”
Raoul flipped him off. “In your dreams, bud.”
“Who says anything about choosing?” she asked with a mischievous little smile that moved Zeke’s heart. She used to flash that particular smile all the time, but it was the first time he’d seen it since she came home. Progress.
“He is so insecure about his size,” Raoul quipped. “Still, I guess he has reason to be.”
“You two used to banter like this all the time,” Cantara said. “I do remember that much.”
“Hey, this isn’t banter,” Zeke replied, clutching dramatically at his heart. “The size of a man’s weapon is no joking matter.”
Cantara bit her lip, her eyes coming alight with laughter. “Sorry,” she said meekly. “But I didn’t start it.”
“You okay, darlin’?” Raoul asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, I feel…well, I’m not sure.” She sat up and stretched her arms above her head. Zeke was pleased to note there was now enough weight on her tits again for them to bounce when she moved. She had already gained back ten pounds, and all in the right places. “I feel like I’m coming alive.”
“Just think how much better you’d be feeling if it was me who’d just fucked you,” Zeke said, moving in to steal another kiss.
“You’re full of it,” Raoul said, unable to stop grinning. “Come on, babe, let’s get you cleaned up, then I reckon we could all use some breakfast.”
“Poor, Zeke,” Cantara said, pouting. “He missed all the fun.”
“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve only taken a rain check.” He waited until Raoul had returned with a cloth to clean Cantara’s * with, then moved the breakfast things aside and lay down next to her, pulling her against him. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
“It’s a date.”
“Talking of dates, darlin’,” Raoul said. “What would you like to do today? More walking?”
“No,” Cantara said, sharing a look of determination between them, like she was readying herself for a fight. “I want to ride Iesha.”
Zeke glanced at Raoul. “Wadda you think? Is she ready?”
Raoul shrugged. “She was ready to be fucked, so I figure she’s strong enough to ride.”
“Hey, excuse me, gentlemen, but she is in the room.”
They laughed aloud. “That’s more like it.” Zeke swooped in for yet another kiss. “She’s getting her sass back. That has to be a good sign.”
“Go get yourself showered, darlin’,” Raoul said once they’d finished breakfast. “I’ll make sure the horses are saddled up for us.”
Chapter Ten
“Oh, this is lovely.”
Dressed in jeans, a checkered shirt and cowgirl boots, Cantara smiled with delight as she touched the exquisite saddle and bridle Zeke had had handmade for Iesha.