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Chapter 5
"You actually showed," Jeremiah says as he opens the door. "I had a bet going with Ezekiel on if you'd come."
For once, his smirk puts me at ease instead of making my shoulders tense with the rush of emotions it causes in me. It sets the tone for the night when I wasn't sure what it would be, along with his outfit. A tight grey t-shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips, bare feet. I wonder if there is anything this man doesn't look good in. Maybe a hospital gown? But then I picture it slipping open and giving me a glimpse of his tight, sexy ass and realize, nope, not even that would succeed in lowering his appeal.
I clear my throat to focus on him actually being clothed in front of me so I can finally say my first words to him.
"Well, I guess I should have waited a little longer because I do not see the red carpet I was promised."
His smirk becomes a smile. "So sorry, Your Highness, but do come in and we'll make sure the meal is more up to your standards."
"Meal?" I arch a brow as I walk into their house. Now I can smell it, though, that something absolutely delicious is cooking. "Who's the chef?"
"Both of us," Ezekiel announces as he walks into the living room.
These two are fucking killing me. Can't a girl have two minutes before her panties become soaking wet? Apparently not, because between Jeremiah and Ezekiel, wearing a white T-shirt and black pants that show the imprint of his cock far too well, there is no relief in sight from the desire threatening to overtake me.
"And what meal can I expect?" I ask.
"We have prepared pesto chicken with grilled green beans and cherry tomatoes for the royal lady." Jeremiah bends at the middle, giving an exaggerated bow.
I chuckle. "Now we're talking. And dessert?"
"We can make whatever you want."
"I like a man at my command."
Ezekiel gives a wicked grin. "Well, that's Jeremiah's thing. When it's my turn, you'll be doing whatever I want."
And just like that, the sexual tension in the room skyrockets, sending heat rushing to my pussy. Without a single touch, I'm ready to moan right here, right now at just the thought of what's to come.
Jeremiah snickers, making me look over at him as he says, "Take your shoes off. Stay a while."
I toe my shoes off as I watch them walk back into the kitchen. Taking my time finally looking at the living room and dining room, I eventually make it to the kitchen. Ezekiel is stirring something in a pan while Jeremiah puts down three plates on a smaller table in the corner of the kitchen. Jeremiah pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. Then, he's walking to the refrigerator, so I turn my attention to Ezekiel turning the stovetop off. He looks over his shoulder so quickly, I don't have time to look away. The bastard winks at me. It sends the filthiest of things rushing through my mind. Him giving me that same wink as I come on his tongue, or as he slides his cock deep inside of me.
"You look like you need it." Jeremiah chuckles.
He places a glass cup on the table and although I mean to glare at him, I end up blinking when I see it's my favorite drink.
"How did you..." I fade off.
"I notice a lot," he simply says.
I look at Jeremiah walk away again, but it's not desire that floods me now, although that's there, too. I'd be fine if it were only that, but it's mostly interest, curiosity...like. I cannot like him or Ezekiel. What they do to me, with me, but not them.
"Boy, those wheels just never stop turning, do they?" Ezekiel shakes his head, walking over with the pan.
"What do you mean?"
"You make this face when you're thinking," he answers. "And anyone thinking that hard, is thinking about things they shouldn't be. Or, that's my experience."
My eyebrows shoot up and I gasp. "You...think? Wow, you continue to surprise me."
"You’re trying to rile me, but instead, it just excites me."
I swallow as Jeremiah joins us. Ezekiel places the pan atop a cloth and puts a good amount of chicken on each of our plates before Jeremiah puts the green beans and tomatoes.
"This looks good," I compliment. "Thank you."
