Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He looks me over, taking in various bruises, some healing, some newer. I look him over too. He didn’t get by unscathed. No one could.
“We’re a sight, huh?” I ask, both of us a little awkward after yesterday.
He smiles, takes my hand and walks me into the shower where he begins to wash me.
“I think they loved each other,” I say, taking some body wash into my hands and rubbing it over his shoulders.
He raises his eyebrows.
“Girard and Ines.”
“I think they’re both a little mad. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t think we’ll see them again.”
“What about the files?” I ask, remembering.
“He destroyed everything pertaining to my brother and I.”
“Good. And the manager at the hotel in Austria, what happened with him?”
“Jericho’s men caught up with him and they got the duffel from the locker he’d stashed it in.”
“What was in it?”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s destroyed,” he says as we wash the last of the shampoo out of our hair. “I don’t know about you, but I’m done talking about all of that. We have much more important things to do.” He pulls me to him.
“Oh?” I say, reaching between us to wrap my soapy hands over his erection.
“M-hm.” He kisses me, wrapping both arms around me and pulling me close, warm water pouring over us. “Much more important.”
He lifts me up, so I wrap my legs around him. The lock of our lips never breaks as he slides easily into me, bracing me between himself and the wall. We fuck like this, water pouring over us like a baptism, holding each other close because we both know what we came too close to losing.
That fucking turns to love making as we near our climax and Zeke pulls back, water dripping over his lashes, his breathing ragged. He holds me like that, our eyes locked, his final thrusts as if marking me as his from the inside, like the Society men mark their women on the outside. And when my orgasm has me cry out, Zeke kisses again, emptying inside me.
“I love you, Blue,” he mutters as I bite my lower lip, tasting the copper of blood. “I love you,” he repeats, taking my lip into his mouth and sucking on it. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I manage when I’m able to speak again.
He draws back, sliding out of me but holding on to me when he sets me down. He switches off the shower and wraps me in a towel before drying himself and we walk into the bedroom where his cell phone is ringing.
“Ignore it,” I say, and he does, the call ending.
He checks the display just as it starts to ring again. “It’s my brother. He wouldn’t call twice if it wasn’t important.”
I sit on the bed with a pout. I slip my towel off and lay back, my eyes on his. I muster my most seductive expression, not really sure what it looks like when he shakes his head, one corner of his mouth curving upward.
Zeke answers the call, his eyes roaming over me, landing between my open legs. “Mhm,” he says, crouching down between them on the floor, dragging his nose over my folds.
I moan and slap my hand over my mouth.
He grins. “Okay. Be there soon.” He disconnects and sets the phone aside as I begin to sit up.
“Be where soon?”
He pushes me backward, grips my thighs and tugs me to the end of the bed where he buries his face between my legs.
I moan.
Too soon, he rises to his full height. “At my brother’s,” he says, lips glistening. “Turn over and spread your legs.”
“Your brother’s? Now? Can’t it wait.”
He gestures for me to turn over and I do, spreading my legs.
“Hildebrand wants to see us,” Zeke says, gripping my hips, hauling me up to my knees before leaning over me to push my head down so my face is in the bed.
“Hilde—”
He nibbles the shell of my ear. “If you don’t mind, I really don’t want to talk about Hildebrand while I fuck you,” he whispers, his breath making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
He straightens, hands on my ass splaying me wide. I just have time to turn my head to watch before he pushes into me with a guttural groan coming from deep inside his chest.
I bury my face in the bed and reach between my legs to rub my clit, his balls slapping against my fingers as he thrusts.
“Fuck, Blue. You are so wet,” Zeke tells me over the sounds of our lovemaking.
“I’m going to come, Zeke.”
The first wave of my orgasm overtakes me, and Zeke shifts his grip, tilting my hips higher, setting one knee on the bed and pushing me flat on my stomach as he pounds into me. He comes violently, gripping my hair with one hand to turn my face, to kiss my mouth before stilling, throbbing inside me with the last of his release.