I wave off his thanks.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” It’s not one of those rhetorical questions people who love each other ask. He’s genuinely looking for an answer. And I suddenly understand why he’s always telling me that I’m too hard on myself. Always trying to keep me out of a self-loathing spiral. He never lets me forget how loved I am, by both him and Xander.
I trail kisses across his chest, and he groans, his fingers still threaded through my hair. When I move lower, teeth and tongue swirling over his hard abs, he hisses out a breath.
I rub my palm over his cock, and it grows harder at my touch.
“Zeke,” he warns, but I don’t stop. Moving lower, I shove his boxers down and grip his shaft. I lick a path from the center of his stomach all the way to the base of his dick.
His fingers dig into my scalp. I tug on his thick cock and precum beads on the slit. Darting out my tongue, I lick it off, letting the taste of him fill my mouth.
“Zeke, don’t.”
“Why? Because you think you don’t deserve this?”
“No,” he grits out. “Because you don’t do this.”
He’s right. But why don’t I? He and Fitch are two of the three people I’ve ever truly loved. Why should the prick who fucked me up be the only man I’ve done this with? “I would do anything for you.”
I wrap my lips around the end of his cock. It’s been over twenty years since I gave a blowjob, but I’ve had enough of them to know what to do.
“Motherfucker!”
Suppressing a smile, I take him to the back of my throat.
“Oh, that feels so fucking good.” He loosens his grip on my hair. I know how desperate he must be to hold my head still and fuck my mouth the way he does with Xander and Lily.
I shift my weight until I’m lying between his thighs and swirl my tongue across the crown of his cock, moving down his shaft and back again. His free hand fists in the sheets. Reaching up, I push a finger into his mouth, and he sucks, coating it with his saliva. I love that he knows me so well. When I slip that finger into his ass a few seconds later and press it against his G-spot, he grunts my name and comes down my throat. I swallow every fucking drop he gives me.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
WEST
“Hello, West.” Her soft sultry voice fills my ear.
I rub a hand over my face. “Alison, I need a favor.”
“A favor? From me?” She laughs. “You must be desperate.”
“Well, yeah, I am.” Beyond fucking desperate to fix at least some of the damage I caused.
She laughs again, and I can picture her sitting at her desk, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder, getting such a kick out of this. “What can I do for you?”
“I need you to give someone a job.”
“A job?” She snorts. “You have like three billion employees. You give them a job.”
“I would if I could, but she won’t take one from me.”
“Oh, West,” she purrs. “Have you been a naughty boy?”
Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Look, she’s a great writer. She’d be an asset to your magazine.”
“So give her a job at yours. If she says no, offer her more money. Everyone has a price.”
Regret grips my throat. “Not this girl, Ali.”
“Oh, West.” Her tone is serious now. “Has someone broken your ice-cold heart?”
“A job, Ali.”
She hums but doesn’t say anything.
“Did you see that puppy farm piece in Genevieve last month?”
“Yeah, I read it.”
“That was her.”
She’s silent for several seconds, and I’m opening my mouth to beg when she asks, “That’s who you want me to offer a job to?”
“Yes, Lily Sloane. But she can’t know I had anything to do with it.”
She lets out a loud breath.
“Ali, come on. You read the article; you know she’s a good writer. She’s a great person too. Sweet and loyal and …” The words stick in my throat, and I cough to clear it. “Do this for me and I’ll owe you.” I hold my breath and wait for her to give me an answer.
“Fine,” she eventually says, and my heavy exhale makes her laugh.
“Thank you.”
I end the call and rest my forehead on the cool desk. My head throbs, partly due to the aftereffects of drinking almost an entire bottle of Scotch last night, but mostly with the knowledge that we’ve lost her. We had the perfect woman, and she loved each of us equally. With everything she had.