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Jeremiah comes in first, stepping just far enough into the room to leave space for Ezekiel to enter before he stops short. Ezekiel bumps into him as I push the door to close. Neither seems to even notice the collision. Not with their eyes on me. Both of their hands move, Ezekiel's right hand going to his mouth, thumbsweeping across his bottom lip, Jeremiah's left hand going down to cup his clear erection.
I step back, my attention split between watching Jeremiah walk towards me and Ezekiel removing his suit jacket. But as Jeremiah gets closer, wide shoulders making it so all I can see is him, I tilt my head back to look up at him. His lips are curved up in a small smile as his hands come to my face. His kiss is soft, lingering, longing, and hopeful. Maybe like me, he wondered if we’d have this again, and now that we do, he doesn’t want it to end. His lips press to mine again and again while my hands go to his shirt, undoing the buttons. My fingers stumble when Jeremiah slides his tongue into my mouth.
Just having the feeling of his tongue on mine again is enough to make me moan, but then there’s also his cock pressing into me through his pants, sending lust thrumming through me. Our tongues circle and his hands leave my face, sliding down my body until they’re going around me to grip my ass, pushing me harder into his body. He breaks our kiss, but only puts a few inches between our lips.
“God, I missed you,” he says low. “You can’t even imagine.”
“I think I can, Jeremiah. It wasn’t right without you and Ezekiel. None of it.”
“I know. But you’ll let us make it right now?”
Have I already forgiven Ezekiel in my heart? Yes. But do I still want to see him groveling on his knees? Do I still want to hear him promise we will never have this issue again, this distrust, again? Do I still want these two men to spend all night making it up to me for every moment that we’ve had to be away from each other? Yes.
“Depends on how well your brother grovels,” I answer.
His lips curve up. “Oh, he’ll fucking grovel. And so will I, if you need me to. Anything to get you back where you belong.”
“Where do I belong, Jeremiah?” I breathe.
I need to hear the words. Need them to wrap around my heart and burrow so deep nothing can remove them.
“Between me and Ezekiel. When you wake up, when you go to sleep. When you’re moaning our names and when you’re telling us about your day. Your place is with us, always.”
There they are, exactly what I needed. And they do just what I needed them to. But then Jeremiah’s moving behind me, his motions telling me he’s undressing now. I want to turn around and watch, but my eyes are firmly on Ezekiel with my realization that I need other words than the ones Jeremiah just gave me. I need words from Ezekiel. I need assurances from him. I need all the bad to be erased by him. I need him.
Jeremiah’s cock presses against my ass when he wraps his arms around me as Ezekiel walks towards us, completely naked now. For a moment, I consider saying fuck all the words and groveling and just demand they get me into bed right now, but as Ezekiel reaches us and I tilt my head back so our eyes lock, I know this needs to happen, for both of us. Because his apology is right there in his gaze before he even opens his mouth. He brings his forehead to mine and our chests collide with my heavy breaths and his deep one.
"This last week without you has seemed endless, Lexa. I didn't sleep all night and warred with myself all day. Plus, I had Jer letting me know what a dumbass I was being every single time he set eyes on me."
My cheeks rise with my smile, and he brings his hands up to cup them.
“He was right, though. That was never more apparent than after you came to the gym and as you walked away, I was struck with all these terrible what if’s. What if you were walking away forever? What if being blind to what I had right in front of me had caused me to lose it? What if I never got to touch you again..." His hand drifts down my stomach until it’s at my clit, making shaky breaths escape me as he circles it.
"Never got to taste you again."
He kisses down my front while rubbing his finger against my clit. When I arch, I press harder into Jeremiah, allowing his cock to slide between my cheeks. He groans in my ear as his brother's lips trail between my breasts, over my belly button but not without licking a circle around it before he continues lowering. He takes his finger away to give my clit a single hard lick. Then, he backs away, looking up at me as his fingers slide through my wetness until they're at my opening.
"Never got to be inside you again."
He thrusts his fingers into me, and Jeremiah's hands come to my breasts, holding me to him as I arch my hips back and forth, seeking more, needing more. Of their touch, of Ezekiel's words, and Jeremiah's sounds in my ear.
Ezekiel continues sliding his fingers in and out of me as his forehead comes to my stomach. It's such a humble gesture, so pleading of forgiveness and understanding, that my hand moves before I even realize it. The tips of my fingers are in his hair while my palm settles on his cheek. He tilts his face further into my touch. I couldn't take it away from him if I wanted to.
"Worse, I thought about what if I never got to hear you say my name again without that sadness and pain I heard in your voice at the gym. What if I never got to hold you again? Wake up toyou again? What if I never got to tell you I love every day? What if I...what if I lost you?"
He looks up at me, a raw hope there. Then, he kisses my belly before saying, "But we'll see if you let my heart have any of those things after I'm done apologizing with my body."
He moves his head down and wraps his hands around my thighs, pulling them apart so my clit is right there for him to suck into his mouth. I buck at the intense pleasure that rushes through me, my ass pressing harder to Jeremiah. He arches up to grind into me as Ezekiel's tongue flicks across the tip of my clit. A broken sound leaves me, and my hand moves to the top of Ezekiel's head, fingers pushing his mouth even harder into me. The other goes behind me, fingers gripping onto Jeremiah's neck. I turn my head enough for him to bring his mouth to mine. I gasp into our kiss when Ezekiel releases my clit and lays his tongue flat against it, licking up, my hips arching to follow its motion. Jeremiah's tongue circles mine while Ezekiel's slides through my lips, moving from side and side, making my body tremble.
Jeremiah's hands move on my breasts, fingers rubbing my nipples as Ezekiel's tongue reaches my opening. From the first thrust into me, I'm nothing but arching hips, moans, and gasps between them. My thighs are shaking against the sides of Ezekiel's head, nails digging into Jeremiah's skin as our kiss isn't even lips meeting anymore, just him sucking on my tongue. I'm so close to coming. So close to losing control. So close to exploding between the two of them.
As if they can both tell how badly the tension is coiled inside of me at that very moment, Ezekiel begins devouring me, groaning against me while his tongue drives into me. One of Jeremiah’s hands ghosts down my stomach. When it reaches my clit and he rubs it in a slow, torturous circle, I break my mouth awayfrom him so a broken moan can leave me. It only takes a few more circles and Ezekiel hooking his tongue in me for an orgasm to crash through me. No matter which way I arch, I am overwhelmed with pleasure. Forward and Ezekiel’s mouth is there, feasting on me like I’m his last meal. Backwards and Jeremiah’s fingers are there, pressing even harder as he grinds his cock against me, a dark promise of more. Either way, I am at their mercy, but neither of them gives me a bit of the mercy I don’t even want.
Jeremiah’s finger leaves my clit, leaving a trail of wetness along my skin as he brings it over my belly, between my breasts, across my collar bone and up my neck and chin. Then, it’s at my lips and I don’t hesitate to open my mouth, so he can slide his finger in. I moan at the taste of myself on my tongue, and at Ezekiel licking up to my clit. He sucks on the far too sensitive bud, but I whimper and then he releases it, sitting back to look up at me.
"Pussy or ass?" Jeremiah asks huskily.
"Wh-what?" I breathe, turning my head to look at him.
