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"Yes," I gasp out.
My eyes widen when Jeremiah slides under me, head between me and the bed, raising up so his mouth can suck on my nipple. I give a long, deep moan as I circle my hips on Ezekiel, desperately trying to take him deeper. He slams me back on him, groaning as he arches his hips forward. Jeremiah's tongue circles my nipple and I arch, needing more of his mouth, but Ezekiel takes advantage of it, pushing on my lower back to bring my ass even more in the air. Then, his hands are on my ass, fingers digging into my skin, widening my ass so he can get even deeper inside me.
My body rocks back and forth, driven forward by Ezekiel's thrusts, moving backwards with me slamming my pussy down his cock. And every stroke brings me closer to coming again, each time his cock enters me, hitting nerves that have me panting and moaning. Ezekiel's hand goes back to my hair, pulling on it until my neck aches and I see Jeremiah's once againhard cock in front of me. God, just the sight to it, the thought of both of them filling me at once, sends me rushing to the edge, barely keeping my feet grounded. But I want to fall over, and never stop falling. I'm right there. I just need—
All my thoughts cease when I feel two tongues at the same time. Ezekiel bent over me, licking up my spine as he drives his cock into me as deep as possible. And Jeremiah's tongue licking up my chest, over my collarbone until he's at my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and making me cry out with the orgasm that overcomes me.
"Ezekiel!" I brokenly moan.
"Again," he demands gruffly, pounding into me.
"Ezekiel." I sigh this time, starting to feel dizzy with the speed that he's fucking me with now.
I begin to say his name again, but then Jeremiah's lips are on mine, tongue clashing with mine as I kiss him as frantically as his brother fucks me. Then, Ezekiel's grip in my hair tightens right as his hand on my ass turns bruising. He groans, long and deep, and comes, strokes frenzied and harsh.
He slips out of me so suddenly, I'm left feeling utterly empty. I gasp and Jeremiah's mouth breaks away from mine. I see his grin as I collapse to the bed. My chest heaves with my quick, shallow breaths as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened. Ezekiel ate me out. I sucked Jeremiah's cock. Jeremiah fucked me, the way I told him to. Ezekiel fucked me the way he wanted to.
It's not until my breathing has calmed down and I feel I have enough energy to even turn to my back that I realize I'm alone. They've both left and the door is closed. Why does that bother me so much? That they didn't stay? That it bothers me at all?
"It doesn't matter," I murmur to myself as I exert far too much energy just to reach over and turn off the light.
This was it. The night I've wanted with them for far too long. It was better than I ever imagined. But this is it. Already, I can feel myself wanting more, trying to convince myself that I can do this again without feeling anything. But I'm only lying to myself, because lying here right now, I want them beside me. I want them telling me that this was more than sex. I want...more. So, I know that this cannot, under any circumstances, happen again. It would put me at risk of feeling anything other than desire, and I refuse to do that. For any man. Even two who make me want to feel more. But it's because I want to feel more that I know I can't. Won't.
I get under the sheets that smell just like Jeremiah and close my eyes, already trying to figure out how the hell I'll silently escape this room come morning.
Chapter 4
I wake up to two voices that have filled my dreams many a times, but I immediately knew that it was no dream this time. The ache between my thighs told me it was real. Jeremiah's scent all over the sheets, mixing with mine and Ezekiel's lets me know it had all really happened. It's exactly for that reason that I'm still laying here with my eyes closed, memories of what we did last night racing through my mind. I should get up, walk out and join them, eat the breakfast I can smell from here, but I feel like I can't move. Not when I'm too focused on the war inside my head.
One part of me wants to move these sheets back, beckon them into this room, and ask them to do every single thing to me again. I want to ignore the soreness between my thighs and beg them to make it worse. I want them over me, under me, inside of me. I want their tongues, their hands, their cocks. I want their dirty words and vicious strokes. I want...them.
It's that last part that scares me enough not to give into what I want. It's because I want them so badly that I'm terrified to go out this room and join them. I'd wondered if I would regret last night, but I don't. And it scares me more than I want to admit that I don't. That I want more only goes to show me that I shouldn't have given into my urges at all, because now that I've had them, I know I'm going to come back for more. That I will somehow end up with them again. And I can't afford to.
I can't afford to let this feeling nagging at me grow any more than I foolishly already have. Because if I'm being honest with myself, and I really hate doing that right now, there's more than desire thrumming through me towards them. There's...a longing. A dangerous longing. It felt easier before to pretend it wasn't there when I hadn’t spent a night between them. Easier topretend their mere presence annoyed me when I didn't want it this badly. Easier to ignore the intense feelings that rush through me whenever I look at them before I'd had their eyes on my naked body.
"How long do you think Lexa will pretend she's still sleeping?" Ezekiel asks loudly.
"Bastard," I seethe, narrowing my eyes at a closed door.
"I can guarantee she just called me either a bastard or an asshole." He snickers.
"A bastard!" I shout, angrily sitting up.
"Such pretty lips shouldn't say such filthy words," Jeremiah teases.
I gather every single bit of false confidence and toss the sheets back, marching to the door and tossing it open. Jeremiah's eyes comically widen and Ezekiel arches that stupid fucking brow as his eyes go over my naked form. That confidence doesn't feel so false anymore with the desire growing in both their gazes with each second.
"I don't remember either of you having an issue with my lips doing filthy things last night." I smirk.
Jeremiah smoothly rises from his chair at the table. "I already ate breakfast, but I can assure you, I am now starving."
I roll my eyes. "Is that the best you can come up with?"
He grins as he reaches me. "Well, did it work?"
Judging by the slickness I feel between my thighs, yes, but luckily, Ezekiel's phone rings, saving me from having to answer that question.
"It's Jackson," Ezekiel says as he swipes the screen. "Hello? Yeah, she's here." His eyes go up and down my body again. "Shelost her room card last night, her phone was dead, and they wouldn't give her a new card since the rooms are in Law's name." He smirks, adding, "You can tell Charlotte that we tookverygood care of her friend."
