The Perfect Fit: A stand-alone why choose romance(29)

My heart leaps when I glance up and find him still staring down at me, a look of awe and desire on his face. His dark eyes shutter closed. “Fuck!” he grunts.

I continue to watch him, my eyes swimming with tears. A stray drop rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. That one simple act makes my heart ache for him. My beautiful Zeke. So damaged, but so desperate for someone to love him. He and I have more in common than he will ever know. I blink away my tears and stare into his eyes. Edging forward, I swallow every single inch of him, my throat constricting around the crown of his cock. His eyes roll back in his head. His grip in my hair tightens.

“Mother … fucker!” he growls, holding my head in place as thick ribbons of salty cum streak down my throat. I inhale through my nose and swallow again, and Zeke’s thigh muscles tremble beneath my fingertips.

Our eyes remain locked as he slowly slides out of my mouth, and I lick the drool from my lips. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that, buttercup?”

I figure it’s a rhetorical question, so I don’t answer. What would he say, or do, if I told him the truth? Instead, I smile up at him, thrilled that, for a few seconds at least, I made him lose control.

He grabs my jaw, squeezing roughly. “Here I was, thinking you were a delicate little flower, Lily. But you’re …” His dark eyes narrow.

I’m what, Zeke? Tell me.

He doesn’t finish his sentence. His Adam’s apple bobs, and he looks away, breaking the connection between us as effectively as if he’d severed it with a knife. Releasing his grip on me, he tucks himself away and zips up his pants. Then, without another word, he stalks out of the room, leaving me alone on my knees.





Chapter

Nineteen





LILY


Xander runs his fingers along my neck and rests his other hand on my thigh, sending shivers up and down my spine. I lean against his solid chest, trying to focus on the movie he chose for us all to watch, but I’m way too distracted by his hands and the fact that he, West, and Zeke are only wearing sweatpants. There’s so much toned muscle on display, it’s a wonder I can concentrate on anything at all.

“Is the movie boring you, buttercup?” Zeke asks after he catches me staring at him.

I squeeze my thighs together and squirm in my seat. “No. It’s just I can’t help thinking …” My cheeks flame with heat.

Xander presses his mouth to my ear. “Can’t help think what, shorty?”

“Um.” I press my lips together.

West winks at me. “Use your words, princess.”

Zeke switches off the TV and the three of them stare at me expectantly. Wetness seeps into my panties. They might not even be down for this. I moisten my lips. “I was thinking that there are way more interesting things that the four of us could be doing, is all.”

“Holy fuck,” Xander mutters.

Zeke narrows his eyes. “Such as?”

“We could go to bed.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and flutter my eyelashes. Please don’t make me say more than that.

Zeke opens his mouth, probably to taunt me, so I’m extra thankful when Xander jumps up, hoists me over his shoulder, and slaps my ass. “I think we all know what our girl is looking for.”

I giggle as he jogs down the hallway, and when I see West and Zeke following behind us, a surge of adrenaline and anticipation makes my head spin.

Xander tosses me onto my bed. “Get her naked, Fitch.” West’s growling tone turns my legs to jelly.

Xander wastes no time in pulling off all my clothes until I’m lying on the bed, naked and staring up at the three of them.

Zeke’s hungry gaze roams over my body. “Spread your legs, buttercup. Let me see our pussy.”

My breath hitches and heat blooms beneath my skin. I do as he asks, opening wider. His gaze drops to the space between my thighs, and his harsh inhale makes me feel powerful and self-assured. “Motherfucker. That’s fucking beautiful.”

Xander nudges his arm, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Told ya.”

West makes quick work of pulling off his sweatpants and tossing them into the hamper. “And already so wet for us, princess.”

Xander takes his pants off too before flashing Zeke a knowing smirk. “Our girl tastes even better than she looks, Z.”

Zeke merely grunts and takes a seat on the chair by the bed. I swallow a lump of disappointment. Maybe he likes to start off by watching.

Xander crawls onto the bed first, trailing his wicked mouth over my calves and my knees, along my inner thighs, all the way up to my soaking center. “So wet, shorty.” With one long swipe of his tongue, he licks my seam. “And so fucking sweet.”

West lies down beside me and cups my jaw in his hand. “As soon as we get you wet enough, princess, Xander is going to fuck you.” He drags his tongue and teeth down my neck. “And then I’m going to fuck him while he’s inside you.”

The vibration of Xander’s chuckle pulses through me. “That sounds so hot,” I whisper.

West slides his hand down my neck, squeezing each of my breasts in turn. “Oh, it will be.” He glances down at Xander, who’s looking up at us, his eyes twinkling with delight. “Make her come like a good boy,” West orders.