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“Fuck, Zeke,” I said around a moan. “Ah, fuck, that feels good.”

Every second he sucked me, I expected him to jerk away, to throw me to the floor, to pin me to the wall. Anything except for him to continue. The man sucked me like he was starving, as though I was the sustenance he needed to survive. My hand slid over his head, my skin soaking up the feel of him. He had rarely allowed me to touch him, but I’d dreamed about it plenty.

His tongue glided over the underside of my shaft and I hissed, my head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed me. It was more than I ever thought I’d get from this man, and every second felt like an eternity, but still not enough. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.

And I prayed like hell he wasn’t going to discard me, because, although he’d tried to break me physically, I wasn’t sure the man was aware that he had all the power to break me in so many other ways.

Ways I feared I would never recover from.

CHAPTER 34

Zeke

When I left the office to come home, I’d had good intentions. I had mapped it out in my head, how I wanted to sit down and talk to them. My sister was right, that was the one thing we hadn’t done in the month we’d been together. I knew very little about them and vice versa.

However, the second I opened the front door, I had no idea what came over me. The moment I saw Brax, something clicked inside me. An emotion, a feeling, an urge, maybe? I was overwhelmed by a strange need to take care of him in any way that I could.

And yes, at some point this afternoon, I’d started thinking of them both by name. They were no longer just my fuck toys. They were so much more.

While it would’ve been easy to force my dominance on Brax, I didn’t. I was testing him, attempting to see just how human he would allow me to be. As I swallowed his dick, groaning as his salty taste coated my tongue, I felt a surge of power. More so than I did when I was hurting him. Oddly enough, it didn’t make me feel weak as I’d expected. It made me feel invincible.

“Fuck …” Brax thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. “You’re gonna make me come, Zeke. I need permission to come. Fuck … it feels too good.”

I pulled my lips off his cock and stared up at him. Brax’s eyes jerked down to my face, and I saw the real concern. He was trying to please me, and he wasn’t sure he had. What he didn’t realize was that everything he did pleased me, even when it didn’t. The two of them had become part of me in the short time I’d known them. The thought of coming home to an empty house, not having them with me, didn’t sit well.

“Come in my mouth, Brax,” I insisted, my eyes locked with his. The taste of his name was odd, but not in a bad way.

He cried out when I wrapped my lips around him again. Both hands curled around my head, holding me in place as I took him to the root. I growled and groaned, wanting him to feel the vibrations through his entire body.

“Zeke! Oh, fuck … oh, fuck… It’s too much. Ah, shit!”

Brax’s hips bucked as he forced his cock deeper into my mouth. Seconds later, he roared his release, his cock pulsing against my tongue. I drank him down, relishing his taste, his warmth. Pleasure coursed through my veins.

His body relaxed against the wall, his chest heaving. I pushed to my feet but didn’t move away. Instead, I pressed my lips to his, wanting him to taste himself on my tongue. This wasn’t my usual style. I was a planner, even when it came to sexual experiences. I had an end goal and a means to get there. With Brax, I was following my instinct, doing what felt right. In this moment, I wanted to please him.

I’d never done this before. Never given in to my baser urges like this. Not even with Matt.

Then again, what I felt for Matt paled in comparison to what I felt for the cowboy and the pretty boy. Brax and Case. It would take some time for me to get used to calling them that, but I would. If they would have me.

The question was, would they be able to handle me? Not only the Sadist but also the man?

I managed to pull away, staring into Brax’s eyes, looking for … something. I wasn’t sure what, but that insecurity waging war on my mind was undeniable. I needed some sort of confirmation that I wasn’t setting myself up for failure.

That was my biggest fear, what had held me back all these years. Until Brax and Case appeared in my world, tipping everything off its perfectly balanced axis. Somehow, they had changed me. They had given me the safety and security I needed to open myself up to them. Maybe not verbally, but in all the ways that counted.

The sound of the front door opening had both our heads turning. Case stepped inside, his attention on the floor as he closed the door behind him. When he finally turned around and looked up, his eyes locked on the two of us. We were still standing against the wall, Brax’s jeans around his ankles.

“What’s … uh…?” Case looked confused, but that was quickly masked by something deeper, something darker. Something that looked a hell of a lot like pain.

Unable to resist, I stood tall and stalked toward him. Case’s eyes locked on my face as I neared. He appeared to be searching for something, but I had no idea what. I wanted to ask him questions, to find out about his past, but I needed something else from him. A confirmation. I didn’t necessarily care about what experiences had formed him, more so about how he felt now. Today.

Without warning, I stepped right into his personal space, close enough that only a breath passed between us when I cupped his head. I wasn’t rough, but I wasn’t gentle, either. This man didn’t want gentle. He wanted the dark side of me; he wanted the Sadist. However, I was pushing that part back. For now.

Angling my head, I watched him as I moved in to kiss him. He didn’t budge. Didn’t try to move away. Case remained perfectly still even when I pressed my lips to his. At first, I thought he would reject me, push me away, and make the decision for all three of us. That lasted all of two seconds, and then his hands were on me and he was crushed up against my chest as I kissed him rough and hard, my desperation to have him near me winning out.

I forced myself to speak between kisses. “Can you taste Brax on my tongue?” I could still taste him, and I knew Case could, too. It was an erotic intimacy I didn’t expect, but it soothed something in my soul. “Do you want to know what we did before you walked in?”

“Yes,” he whispered, holding my head and forcing my lips back to his.