My heart races into overdrive. Holy fucknuggets, I’m definitely going to pass out.
His lips are so close to my ear that his breath ruffles my hair. “I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here, shorty. So don’t ask me again, because if you do, you’re likely going to be bent over something real fast and I’ll be balls-deep in your sweet pussy before you have a chance to change your mind.”
Molten heat sears between my thighs and coils deep in my core, making me gasp. Without any further thought, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me, sealing my lips over his. He groans, his hands sliding to my ass and yanking me forward, our bodies so close that his hard cock pushes into my stomach. God, he’s huge. I curl my fingers in his thick hair, and he slides his tongue against mine, possessive and dominating as he takes control. My head spins. My pussy throbs. I shut my eyes and lose myself in the delicious pleasure of his kiss. It’s incredible. He tastes of Scotch and fire and fresh air, and I want more. But all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me breathless and needy.
He takes my key from my hand and unlocks the door, then pushes it wide open. Taking a step away, he passes me my key back. “Go inside, Lily,” he says in a low, commanding growl.
I sway on my feet. I should do what he says. If I beg him to come in with me, I’ll only regret it in the morning. Better to remember that perfect kiss for the rest of my life. I step inside Jen’s apartment, my eyes not leaving his. I don’t want whatever this is to end.
“I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night,” he reminds me.
I’d forgotten about that. I thought they were kidding around. “But where?”
He winks at me. “We’ll be in touch, shorty. Now go get some sleep.”
Chapter
Nine
WEST
Xander leans against the kitchen island with his signature cocksure grin on his face.
“Did you do anything?” Zeke asks.
Xander shakes his head. “Well, nothing more than a kiss. I was a good boy. As much as I wanted to take her up on her invite to come in for a beer.”
Leaning forward, I rest my hands on the countertop. “She invited you in?”
Of course she fucking did. He looks like Ryan Gosling’s better-looking younger brother.
“I told her I’d see her at dinner tomorrow.” He checks his watch. “Or more like tonight now, I guess.”
Zeke pours himself another Scotch and sits on a stool. “So we’re doing this again?”
Xander hops up and sits on the counter while I stare at Zeke, his face etched with worry and a deep-seated sadness that makes my heart feel heavy. “Do you want to try this again?” I ask.
“It’s not my decision to make,” he replies with a shrug, staring into his glass.
“No. It’s all of ours, Zeke.”
He lifts his head, his dark eyes piercing into mine. “But you and Fitch want to, yeah?”
I glance at Xander who nods. “I do. I mean I love you both, you know that. But …”
“We’re a lot to handle on your own,” I finish for him.
He closes his eyes like it pains him to admit that, but I get it. Zeke and I are pretty full-on.
“I’m a lot to handle,” Zeke adds before downing his drink.
Xander runs his hand through his hair. “I never fucking said that, Z.”
“It would be a whole lot easier if I could just fuck random strangers like you both can though, wouldn’t it? Or if I wasn’t so messed up that I made all the others go running for the fucking hills as soon as they find out the shit I’m into.”
“You are not messed up,” I tell him. “They didn’t all leave because of you. They left because the three of us together were too much, Zeke.”
Xander runs a hand through Zeke’s thick hair and gently tugs his head back. Zeke doesn’t pull away from his grasp, which is unusual for him. “It’s all three of us or none of us, Z. Like it’s always been.”
Zeke’s eyes land on mine again. “You want to do this, West?”
I didn’t think I’d want this again. When we agreed that Ebony would be the last one, we meant it. But that was before Lily. With her sweet laugh and sparkling green eyes. And legs I can’t stop imagining wrapped around my neck. I knew in my office today that Xander and I liked her, but now that Zeke does too … “I think it’s worth one more shot.”
He shakes his head. He’s fighting this, even though I know he wants Lily just as much as we do. But something changed on the ride home. Like once he knew she was a possibility, he closed himself off again. “What makes this one any different than the others?”