CHAPTER 13 #2
I would have to come up with something even better, something to push their boundaries further. I was going to take advantage of having them around.
After all, that was why they were here.
My pleasure and my pleasure only.
Brax (the cowboy)
Monday, October 15
By the time the workweek started, I was feeling a little wrung out. Never since the day I learned the pleasure my dick could afford me had I ever thought the damn thing could possibly be the reason for my demise.
Yet I got the feeling Zeke Lautner was trying to prove that theory.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But I did feel slightly worn. The one lesson Case and I had learned over the weekend was that Zeke was insatiable. He could fuck for hours, and even then, I wasn’t sure the man’s cock was ever fully satisfied.
After the scene on Saturday morning—likely the most intense thing I’d ever been involved in—he had found ways to keep us guessing throughout the weekend, taking his pleasure in whatever form he wanted.
On Saturday night, when I was making dinner, Zeke had restrained Case to a kitchen chair, then pinned me to the kitchen cabinet and fucked me for all I was worth.
On Sunday night, without warning, Zeke had strolled into the living room, insisted I drop my jeans, and bend over.
I was, without argument, enjoying the hell out of the way he fucked me ruthlessly and without preamble.
Yesterday morning, Zeke had insisted I follow him outside when Case was playing ball with Tank. He had forced me to kneel beside him, then instructed my boyfriend to hug the wall of the house while he plowed Case from behind.
Last night, I had just settled into my bed alone—a place I had learned I would no longer be sleeping—when Zeke came in.
The man proved his strength by flipping me onto my stomach before fucking me in earnest on the bed.
For a brief moment, I had wondered if the frame was strong enough to hold us both. I was happy to say it had held.
I wasn’t positive, but I thought Zeke had gone into Case’s room shortly thereafter and done the same thing.
Needless to say, my body was on high alert, waiting for Zeke to make an appearance.
I had texted Trent last night to let him know that Case and I were currently staying with Zeke, but we were available for him should he need us. His response was simple: I’m good for now. Enjoy yourself.
I was certainly doing that. The suspense, though, was killing me.
I had no idea what to expect. At any given moment, Zeke could walk into a room, command me to my knees so he could shove his dick down my throat, or force me to bend over so he could pummel my ass with his giant cock.
Oddly enough, I continued to hold out hope that he would, because I would take him any way I could get him.
On the other hand, I missed spending time with Case. Although we were in the same house, Zeke was keeping us apart for some reason. Not by ordering us to our rooms or anything, but he seemed to know whenever we were getting closer.
I wasn’t sure if that was his plan. Perhaps he wanted each of us for himself. Or maybe he felt threatened by the fact we had a relationship.
Yeah, okay. So perhaps that was wishful thinking.
I knew Zeke wasn’t in this for a relationship.
Despite the fact he was mindlessly fucking us both, it was always slightly impersonal.
Not once had he used my name, referring to me only as cowboy or fuck toy.
And he insisted I thank him for whatever he’d so kindly given me.
Once I did, he walked away without a backward glance.
“How long until breakfast?” Zeke asked as he passed through the living room, which was separated from where I stood by the enormous granite-topped island.
He was sweaty from his workout, having spent the past two hours down in his basement with Case in tow.
“Half an hour,” I informed him.
“I’m gonna shower. When I get back, I want you naked.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Without pausing, the big man headed up the stairs to his bedroom.
Case appeared a minute later. He was wiping a towel over his face.
“Morning,” he greeted. “Where’s Zeke?”
I motioned toward the stairs with the knife I was wielding. “Shower.”
Case made a beeline over to me. I paused, setting the knife on the counter, when he pulled me into him, our lips pressing together. He was hot and sweaty, but he was exactly what I needed right then.
“Mornin’,” I said with a smile.
That was what I missed the most. Kissing.
I had a thing for it, and not once had Zeke kissed me.
I was curious as to what it would feel like.
It had me wondering whether or not Zeke had kissed Case.
Not that I would ask. I was curious, but I didn’t really want to know.
How would I feel if I found out that Zeke had kissed Case and not me?
“I miss you,” Case whispered as he kissed me harder. “I hate sleeping alone.”
Gripping his hips, I pulled him into me, my heart swelling. “I miss you, too.”
When he stepped back, his bright eyes scanned my face. “You still good with this?”
“Yeah.” I hoped I didn’t sound as giddy as I felt.
I didn’t want Case to think I was getting attached to Zeke.
I wasn’t. Well, I was and I wasn’t. It was difficult not to develop some feelings for the big man.
He might lack certain emotions, but he made up for it in the way he looked at me.
I could tell he was thinking dirty things whenever his black gaze landed on me.
“You’ll tell me if something changes?” Case asked, a hint of concern in his tone.
I frowned. “Of course. Why? Have you changed your mind?”
“Not at all.” He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “I’m supposed to set the table, then head up for a shower.”
I nodded before turning back to the stove.
Being mindful of Zeke’s request to keep the carb count to a minimum, I was making egg white omelets this morning, stuffing them with red and green bell peppers and spicy sausage.
Since I was merely using the ingredients Zeke had on hand, I could only assume he wouldn’t be opposed to my choices.
So far, he hadn’t complained about the meals I had served.
Of course, that had my mind drifting to the restaurant. I’d started writing down some of my favorite recipes in an attempt to come up with a tentative menu. I was eager to get this endeavor underway, even if I was enjoying the break from it all.
“Do you know what the plan is for today?” I asked when Case grabbed the silverware and headed to the small table in the breakfast nook.
“He hasn’t told me.”
Maybe that was a conversation we would have over breakfast.
“All right. I’ll be back in a minute,” Case declared before practically jogging out of the kitchen and over to the stairs.
I put the finishing touches on breakfast, hoping like hell Zeke would approve of my choice.
Case wasn’t a picky eater, and for the times he wanted something specific, he never hesitated to tell me.
Being that he was a conscientious eater—paying close attention to balancing protein versus carbs and fat—I had learned to cook for him appropriately.
Zeke was an entirely different beast. Aside from mentioning he didn’t want carbs, he hadn’t given me any clues as to what he preferred.
And holy shit, between the two of them, they could put down some food.
I was just shucking my jeans off when the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs alerted me to Zeke’s return.
He walked into the kitchen looking like a shiny penny in his gray slacks and white button-down shirt, currently open at the neck.
Since he’d spent the majority of the weekend wearing well-worn jeans and little else, it was a little shocking to see him so nicely put together.
The tats on his neck were still visible, but all the others were now covered up. Still, I had a hard time picturing him at his corporate gig, although I’d seen him there with my own two eyes.
Without a word, Zeke walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out several packages.
I recognized them as Tank’s food. I didn’t offer to help because I had noticed Zeke enjoyed doing things for Tank.
The man spent a ridiculous amount of time with the dog.
They were outside for hours playing ball, sometimes going for a walk around the property.
At night, when Zeke watched television, Tank curled up beside him on the couch, and when Zeke went to bed, Tank followed.
“Anything you need me to order?” Zeke asked, his deep voice startling me.
“Uh…” I glanced over at him, not sure what he was referring to.
“Food for the week,” he said simply. “I’m sure you’ve run through most of what I had. Not used to feeding more than one.”
A sheepish smile curved his mouth, and I felt my insides tighten. I wasn’t sure I’d seen Zeke smile at all. Ever.
“I made a list,” I told him, keeping my tone firm. “I’m takin’ into account your request for low carbs for the meals I’ve planned. If there’s somethin’ specific you’d like, I’ll gladly amend my menu.”
He stood tall. “No complaints. I’m actually impressed. You’re a great cook.”
I knew my eyes were wide, but I couldn’t help it. That was the only compliment he’d given me, but considering this was my life, it meant everything to me.
“Thank you,” I said, turning back to the pan before dishing out the last omelet. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Great. I’m starving.”
After setting Tank’s food bowl on the floor, Zeke headed toward the table. He glanced around, obviously in search of something. A minute later, he returned with a carafe of orange juice and the stainless-steel coffeepot.
He waited to sit until Case was jogging down the stairs.
“Let’s eat,” Zeke stated. “Then we’ll head to the office. Figured maybe you’d like to get out of the house for a bit.”
My eyes darted to Case, curious as to whether he’d noticed the eerie change in Zeke. Gone was the stern, no-nonsense man, and in his place…
I wasn’t sure what this was.