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“What is it? What’s eating at you?”
“I’ve got this gut feeling. Can’t ignore it and it’s pissing me off that Caleb won’t let me look into this guy until tomorrow. Won’t even give me his name.”
“Why won’t he tell you?” I ask quietly, moving closer and snuggling in next to him.
“The doctor told him I need a minimum of twenty-four hours off the computer or I may get headaches. Concussions can be serious, and since I’m doing well, he doesn’t want to risk it.” Zeke blows out a breath.
“Let me get this straight,” I say. “Your friend and self-appointed brothers are worried about you. They’re following up on every lead, have a car coming around every half hour, fill our fridge, introduce me to their girlfriends, and make me one of their own, and because they’re forcing you to take a night off, for your own personal health, I might add, you’re angry.” I pause. “Sounds a little crazy.”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“How else would you put it?” I counter.
“I’m not the kind of guy who sits back and lets people look after him. I earn my way. I do my part. That’s who I am.”
“That’s who I am too, yet here I sit, letting you take care of the bad guys. I leaned on you when my life fell apart. Does that make me weak?”
“Fuck, no!” he says. “You’re one of the strongest people I know.” He reaches out and touches my cheek. “It takes strength to give yourself over to someone else and let them help you.” He shakes his head and comes to his own conclusion. “I guess I should be taking my own advice, huh?”
“Sounds about right.” I give him a kiss. He opens his mouth to deepen our kiss, urging me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I love the way he kisses me. The rest of the world disappears, and a million magical stars appear, twinkling their brightness all around us. That’s what it feels like.
As our make-out session becomes more heated, the voice of reason tells me to cool things down. “You’re supposed to be resting,” I murmur, taking a much-needed breath.
A strong arm bands around my waist, and he lifts me up and over onto his lap with my legs straddling him and his hard cock heating my core.
“You can do all the work, baby,” he says. His voice is husky and sexy. Everything Zeke does makes me hot, but the way his voice sounds when he calls me “baby” makes me tremble from top to toe. My head says I should extricate myself and slow things down, making sure he gets his rest.
Then he moves my pussy over his rock-hard package, and all those good intentions are thrown out the window.
* * *
Zeke
“Are you gonna take care of your man?” I ask, gripping her hair and tugging her mouth to mine in another slow, sweet kiss before she can reply. As she grinds down, dry-humping me, a sexy moan escapes her lips. “You need to take off those tights. I want to see those pretty breasts. I need to taste those delicious morsels.”
Jasmine is careful to avoid bumping my leg as she stands. Her hands move deftly as she removes her top. “Slow down, Jazzy. I want to enjoy the show.” That shy smile emerges, and I can see that devilish look I love in her eyes. She turns her back to me, unclips her bra, then slips the straps down her shoulders, still holding the cups to her breasts. She glances over her shoulder, blows me a kiss, and holds her bra dangling from her index finger before she tosses it in my direction. It lands in my lap. With her back still to me, she wriggles the leggings down over her hips, down her silky thighs, until she steps out of them and kicks them away, leaving her in her pink panties.
I’m sure I’m drooling over the sight of the beauty in front of me. “Don’t stop now, Jazzy. I want the whole show,” I urge. The temptress spreads her legs slightly, but hesitates, second-guessing her next move. Jasmine looks at me. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re safe with me.”
Her hands inch her panties down, baring her rounded ass, and as she moves lower, bending at the waist, I get a full view of her ass and pussy. She turns to me, and I hold out my hand. She takes it, stepping closer. I guide her leg to one side so that her foot is planted on the sofa, the other is still on the floor, and her pussy is open for me.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” I tell her.
She blinks, yet doesn’t move. “I—I’m not sure I can—”
“The sight of you pleasuring yourself is intoxicating.” Her shaky hand runs down her belly, and her fingers move between her legs. Slowly, she strums her fingers over her pussy, cautiously at first, then finding her inner goddess and becoming bolder. I pull down my sweats and grab my cock, fisting it tightly, and begin stroking myself.
Jasmine is fixated on my cock, while I’m enjoying the dewy moisture on her finger. I thought I’d be able to last longer, but I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock. “I need you, Jazzy.” I guide her to straddle me once again, her pussy hovering over my thick, engorged member. As I lower her down to take me inside her, she groans loudly, gripping my shoulder, her fingers digging into my skin. “Ride me, baby.”
Sweet Jesus, her hot, wet pussy is so tight that I’m finding it hard to slow myself down. Jasmine finds her pace, then touches her finger to her clit. She gasps and moans my name, gyrating and grinding down on me.
“That’s it, baby, find it. Get there,” I urge. I need her to come. I’m so close, but I refuse to let go until I hear her come first. When she finally succumbs to her orgasm, her entire body spasms. She buries her face in my neck, then her teeth find my shoulder. I sink my cock deep inside her and enjoy my own release.
We remain in each other’s arms until my cock softens inside her, and we’re both able to speak.
“Love you, Jazzy.”
“Love you more, Zeke.” Jasmine rests her head on my chest. “Thanks for letting me do all the work. I want to do that again.”
