The Perfect Fit: A stand-alone why choose romance(39)

Curling my fingers into Zeke’s thick hair, I gently tug his head back. He grunts and threads one of his hands through West’s hair and the other through mine, holding us in place and arching into the pleasure we’re bringing him. Dropping all his weight onto my back, West presses me flat against Zeke and wraps his hand around Zeke’s length, directly above mine. The two of us move in unison, pumping Zeke’s thick shaft as he shudders beneath us. We’re so tightly woven together that I can no longer tell where one of us ends and the next begins. All three of us remain locked in this sweet, sinfully hot embrace. Zeke and I chase our climaxes while West pushes us closer to that edge.

My orgasm rolls over me, wave after unending wave. The hand on Zeke’s cock goes still as the intense sensations render me immobile, and West takes control, milking Zeke’s shaft while coaxing the last tremors from my body. A few seconds later, Zeke wrenches his lips away from West’s with a harsh grunt, and thick ribbons of his cum spurt over West’s knuckles.

West turns his head and grins. “You okay, princess?”

My head spins. “Uh-huh.”

“You want to help me clean up?” he asks, lifting his hand to my lips.

Darting out my tongue, I lash it over his outstretched fingers and clean Zeke’s cum from them, working my way from his fingertips to his knuckles. West’s gray eyes turn stormy with desire. “You’re so fucking sweet.” Gripping my jaw tightly, he sweeps his tongue over my lips and groans when he tastes Zeke’s cum.

“Holy motherfucker,” Zeke mutters.

“Yeah, that was pretty fucking hot,” Xander says.

West lets me up for air, and I glance behind me to see Xander standing right by us.

“Damn. It’s my turn to cook,” West says with a groan.

“I can help,” I offer.

He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I can handle it. Stay here with Zeke and Fitch.”

“Yeah,” Xander says with a cheeky wink.

West untangles himself from me and strolls out, adjusting himself with a grimace. Xander flops down on the sofa beside Zeke and me.

Zeke turns me sideways on his lap so I’m facing Xander, who smiles at us both. “You two have a good time today then?”

I rest my head on Zeke’s shoulder and sigh. “We sure did.”

He chuckles. “I told you he was good at the aftercare.”

Zeke grunts, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face as he wraps his free arm around Xander’s shoulder. I lace my fingers with Xander’s and rest our joined hands in my lap. He turns on the TV and the three of us sit in silence watching Forged in Fire reruns while the delicious aroma of whatever West is cooking for dinner fills the penthouse.





Chapter

Twenty-Five





LILY


“You need to stop bending over counters like that, princess.” West smacks my ass on his way past me.

I straighten up and fix him with the fiercest glare I can muster while trying not to laugh. “I’m cleaning. Kind of hard to reach the middle of the island if I don’t lean over.”

He winks, his gray eyes twinkling with amusement. “I need to get some work done before bed. You two behave yourselves.” He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and leaves Xander and me alone to finish cleaning up after dinner.

My cell vibrates with an incoming call, and I glance at the screen, expecting it to be Jen calling for our usual evening chat. My heart stutters to a stop. Pressing the side button to decline the call, I dart a glance at Xander. Luckily, he’s facing the other way, so he didn’t notice my reaction. He turns around, a dish towel casually slung over his shoulder and a dirty dinner plate in his hand. “You not answering that?”

I look down at the counter, unable to lie while looking him in the eyes. “It was just someone from work about swapping a shift. I’ll call back later.”

He nods and goes back to loading the dishwasher.





I wait until after dinner and head to my bedroom to return the call from earlier. Wiping my sweaty palms on my legs, I wait for him to answer.

It takes him way too long to pick up, and I’m starting to panic when I hear his voice. Relief floods my body and weakens my knees. I sink onto the bed, breathing his name like a prayer to the heavens. “Nico.”

“Hey, Lily Pad.” His familiar voice washes over me and tears prick at my eyes.

“Is everything okay? Are you …?” My heart thumps violently.

“I’m fine. Everything’s okay.”

Taking a deep breath, I will my body to calm down. “Then why are you calling me on this number? You know you could get us both killed.”

“I’m in New York.”

Air whooshes out of my lungs, and I lie back on the bed before I fall down. What the hell is he doing in New York? My mind races with possibilities, none of them pleasant.

“Lil?”

I remember to breathe and take a gulp of oxygen. “I’m here.”

“I want to see you.” I imagine the scowl darkening his handsome features, marring the face I know as well as I know my own.

“No. It’s too dangerous.”

“Please. I miss you. It’s fucking hell without you.”

A single hot tear tracks its way down my cheek, my heart aching at the sadness in his voice. “I miss you too.”