by E. L. Todd
Since it was Jess, I knew her comments weren’t serious. But if it was some other woman, that shit wouldn’t fly. “Tell me about it.”
Zeke tried not to grin, but he couldn’t help it.
My hair was all over the place, and I wasn’t wearing a bra, but since it was Jess, it didn’t matter. “Everything alright?”
“I need to talk to you about Tobias. Girl, shit went down last night.”
“Ooh.” I rubbed my hands together. “Girl talk.”
Zeke rolled his eyes. “Let me change, and I’ll make breakfast.”
“Perfect,” Jessie said. “And two mimosas.”
Zeke chuckled and walked into his bedroom to change.
Jessie and I sat in the living room with Safari. Jess was wearing black leggings and a loose Victoria’s Secret sweater. She wasn’t wearing makeup and her hair was in a sleek ponytail, but she looked phenomenal anyway.
“So, what happened?” I asked.
“Here’s the dirt,” she said. “After you guys left, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I’d only been to his apartment once, and he must have moved because this new place is fantastic. Has a great view of the Space Needle.”
“Cool. But I don’t really care about the view.”
“Anyway, we have a few drinks and some chitchat. And then he makes a move on me.”
“Is he a good kisser?” I’d never considered any of this about Tobias before. He was just...Tobias.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Picture kissing Zeke.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Now times it by ten.”
I grinned. “Wow. That must have swept you off your feet.”
“Oh, it did.”
Zeke walked into the kitchen and started breakfast. He threw bacon into the pan and scrambled some eggs. “Is everyone good with French toast?”
“Hell yeah,” I said. “I like extra cinnamon.”
“Me too,” Jessie said. “And powdered sugar.”
“Comin’ right up.” Zeke moved pots and pans in the kitchen, turning it into an IHOP. Safari ditched us and joined him in the other room, hoping for a scrap to fall on the floor.
“You wanna go on the patio?” I asked. “So Zeke can’t hear our girl talk?”
“I couldn’t care less,” Jessie said. “Zeke and Rex know everything about me anyway.”
“That’s cool with me.” I was open with everyone in our group, even Zeke when we weren’t together.
“So...I know I said I don’t sleep with guys on the first date but—”
“Jay Turner, Scott Bradley, Mike Hanson—”
“Anymore,” she said with a glare. “But...I slid into home plate with him last night.”
“And?”
She clutched her hands to her chest. “You know all that juicy stuff you tell me about you and Zeke?”
Zeke called from the kitchen. “I like this conversation.”
I rolled my eyes and continued to face Jessie. “Yes.”
“Now I know what you’re talking about. I must have come three times last night.”
“Is that a new record?”
“Duh. I’m perfectly happy with once. Then I’m on my merry way...”
Zeke’s voice came from the kitchen again. “What our record, baby?”
I turned in the chair toward the kitchen, seeing his back as he faced the pans on the stove. “We’re talking about Jessie, not us.”
“Just tell her,” he said. “It’s girl talk, right?”
“Are you a girl?” I asked.
He flipped the bacon with the spatula. “You want French toast or not?”
Jessie spoke up. “I already know it’s four times. Rae told me the news weeks ago.”
Zeke turned around to look at us, a smug grin on his face. “Just want to make sure people are aware...” He turned back to the pans and flipped the slice of French toast. Even with his head turned the other way, it was obvious he was still smiling.
Jessie chuckled quietly. “Wow. He’s proud.”
“I’ll say...”
“Anyway, I’m gonna keep seeing him, even if it’s just a booty call situation. Haven’t been with a guy this talented in ages, and I can’t give it up.”
“Do you like him for him?”
She shrugged. “He’s confident and successful. He has a nice smile. I don’t know, we didn’t really talk.”
“Maybe you guys should go out to dinner or something.”
“I’d rather skip to the good stuff, you know? I’m not really a wine-and-dine kinda lady.”
Maybe something more would develop as they continued to fool around. It was bound to happen. It happened with Ryker and me and with Rex and Kayden.
“Sorry about what happened last night with Rochelle.” Jessie had exhausted her conversation about her good sex and turned to the drama currently in my life. “I was seriously gonna punch her in the face after she threw that drink. I was okay with her doing it to Zeke because, no offense, he kinda deserved it. But you, absolutely not.”
“It’s fine.” I waved it off. “I like alcohol anyway, even if it’s in my hair.”
“And when she called you a whore...” She snapped her fingers. “I was gonna punch her lights out.”
“Well, when it comes to Zeke, I kinda am a whore.”
Zeke’s voice came from the kitchen. “Hell yeah.”
Jessie smirked.
“It doesn’t bother me because I know exactly how she feels. When I saw Ryker with someone else so soon after we broke up, it really hurt. I gave him everything, and he turned his back on me.”
Jessie’s eyes fell in sadness, and she patted me on the thigh.
“On top of that, I get to keep Zeke. She loved him so much, and she lost him. Now I’m the one who gets to sleep in his bed every night, go out to dinner with him, and basically have what she’s heartbroken over. So, a drink in the face and an insult is nothing in comparison to that. Let her throw as many drinks as she wants. Whatever makes her feel better.”
She shook her head slightly. “Wow...”
“What?”
“You’re way more mature than I am. I’d hunt her down outside and push her into a dumpster.”
When I pictured that actually happening, I chuckled. “You’d definitely kick her ass. My money would be on you.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Alright, ladies,” Zeke said. “Breakfast is ready. Don’t forget to kiss the cook.”
We walked into the kitchen, and Jessie grabbed a plate. She kissed Zeke on the cheek before she scooped the French toast, eggs, and bacon onto her plate. “Yum. This looks good.” She sat at the kitchen table and poured syrup over everything.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him an inappropriate kiss, giving him some tongue even though neither one of us had brushed our teeth. His hands squeezed me in return. “Thanks for breakfast.”
With lidded eyes and a smoldering gaze, he reluctantly released me. “Anytime, if you’re gonna kiss me like that.”
“I kiss you like that all the time.”
“It still knocks me off my feet.”
***
Zeke leaned back against the headboard, his chiseled chest hard and defined from his sculpting session at the gym every day after work. His hands gripped my ass as I straddled him, kneading my cheeks with his large fingers. My tits were in his face, and he stared at them like works of art. We’d just finished a particularly good round of sex with me on top, one of his favorite positions. I liked it too because I could take his cock as hard as I wanted.
He leaned forward and licked the drop of sweat the rolled down the valley of my breasts. He absorbed it onto his tongue and leaned back again, still infatuated with my rack.
“Like what you see?”
He nodded. “Your tits are perfect.” He squeezed my ass. “Your ass is too.”
“Really? I’m barely a B cup.” I didn’t have much going on in the boob department. My chest had always been small. Jessie was petite too,
but she had some serious curves in the boob department.
“It doesn’t matter what the size is. Men don’t care about that.”
I raised an eyebrow and silently questioned him.
“Some men think bigger boobs are better, but if they’re saggy and not firm, then the size doesn’t matter.” He cupped both of my tits. “They’re firm, round, and sexy. Best tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, thank you. Very sweet of you to say.”
He chuckled then moved his hands back to my hips.
“We’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”
He nodded. “We have.”
“So, can I ask you a few questions?”
He leaned his head against the wooden frame of his bed. “Is this the how many women I’ve slept with question?”
“Yes. But I’m asking as a friend, not your girlfriend.”
He sighed before he tried to calculate the number in his mind. His eyes shifted back and forth. “I don’t know...fifty or sixty.”
I tried not to react with shock. “Oh...”
“Not what you were expecting?”
“Honestly, no.”
“Expecting more?”
“Less.” He was almost thirty, so it shouldn’t have been surprising.
“What’s your number, baby?”
“Ten.”
He nodded in approval, like that number was something he could handle.
“Ever had a threesome?” Zeke and I talked about our dating lives when we were friends, but I suspected he didn’t tell me everything because it wasn’t any of my business.
“A few times. One foursome.”
My jaw dropped. “A foursome.”
He nodded.
“How does that work?”
“Honestly, being with two women isn’t all that different than being with one woman. So being with three women is like being with two women. And that’s kind of a challenge. You’re all over the place, so you don’t enjoy it as much.”
“How the hell do you pick up three women at once?”
He grinned when his ego grew. “I’m a smooth talker, what can I say?”
“I’m serious. How do you do it?” This was fascinating to me.
“Well, I had three women hit on me at once when I was out one night. They were competitive with each other and didn’t want to see me walk out with one of the other women. So, I invited them all back to my place. And they all went for it.”
“Wow...”
He chuckled. “That interesting, huh?”
“I’ve heard men talk about threesomes...but foursomes? I can’t even imagine how that would work.”
“They aren’t all that great. Too much work for one man.”
“Did you like the threesomes?”
He grinned again. “Baby, I’m a man. You know what I’m gonna say.”
His response didn’t bother me. “Would you want to have another threesome?” Zeke had an adventurous lifestyle before I came along. If this was going to last forever, we would have to give in to each other’s fantasies.
Both of his eyebrows rose to the ceiling. “You want to have a threesome?”
I shrugged. “I’m open to it.”
“I’m not getting naked with another dude.”
I rolled my eyes. “With a woman.”
“Oh...”
“So, is that something you want to do?”
He looked away as he considered my question. When he had his answer, he looked back at me. “No, I never want to have a threesome ever again.”
“What?” I blurted.
“I don’t want to be with any other woman but you,” he said with sincerity, and his fingers tightened on my hips. “I don’t want to touch another woman, I don’t want to look at another woman, I don’t even want to think of another woman. The idea repulses me, honestly.”
Since I didn’t know what to say, I remained quiet.
“I love what we have. I can’t picture me ever being bored or unsatisfied with you. Honestly...all those crazy nights only felt lonely. I was only doing those things because I couldn’t be with the woman I actually wanted. I never want to go back to that lifestyle. It’s just depressing.”
My eyes softened, and I wrapped my hands around his wrists. “That’s sweet...”
“It’s the truth, baby. I know Rex feels the same way about Kayden, even if he won’t admit it. Actually, I think all men feel that way—deep down inside.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his soft lips against mine. The greatest man in the world was sitting underneath me, and he was all mine. I pulled away and felt his cock slowly begin to harden underneath me. “I guess that works because I’m not thrilled about being with another woman.”
“I’m not thrilled about it either.”
“So...where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?”
He raised an eyebrow again. “Where does your curiosity come from?”
“I don’t know. I already know everything about you, so this is the only new material.”
“My sex life?” he asked with a chuckle.
“It’s not like I’m the jealous type.”
“You are. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Excuse me?” I didn’t know what he meant.
“If some woman hit on me at a bar, you’d flip out.”
“Would not,” I said defensively.
“Trust me. You would.”
“When have I ever struck you as the jealous type?”
“You aren’t, I admit that,” he said. “But it’s different with me. If some woman were groping my arm and flashing me a smile, you’d walk over and kiss me right in front of her. And I’d want you to.”
“What makes you think that?” I asked curiously.
He shrugged. “I just do. And I don’t mean it in a bad way.”
“So...where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?”
“Hmm...” He leaned back and considered the question. “In the ocean.”
“The ocean?” I asked. “That’s not that crazy.”
“Have you had sex in the ocean?” he asked. “It’s cold, the waves are always coming at you, sand somehow gets everywhere, and then something slimy touches your leg and you think your life is over.”
I pictured the image in my head and couldn’t stop laughing.
Zeke smiled as he watched my face light up. “Not sexy at all. I went soft halfway through and just gave up.”
“Well, I guess we should steer clear of the ocean.”
“And lakes,” he added. “There are no waves there, but it’s disgusting. So, what’s your craziest place?”
My sex life wasn’t nearly as adventurous as his. “Um...in the bathroom at a bar.”
“Like, in a stall?”
“Yeah, the girls’ bathroom. Wasn’t very sexy. We kept hearing chicks pee in the stall next to us. Kinda a mood killer.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell which is worse, yours or mine.”
“Well, we couldn’t get bit by a shark, so yours was worse.”
He chuckled. “True. So, can I ask you something?”
“Absolutely.”
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done sexually?”
I was drawing a blank. “I don’t understand what that question means.”
“Like, have you ever been tied up? Whipped? Stuff like that.”
“Oh... Fifty Shades of Grey stuff?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod.
“You know, nothing really.”
Zeke seemed surprised.
“I guess I’m pretty old-fashioned.”
“Not even anal?”
“Well, I’ve been fingered back there, but that’s about it...” It was with Ryker, and I wasn’t crazy about it. But he seemed to really like it, and seeing him that turned on got my engine revving. “Have you ever done anal?”
“A few times. Wasn’t crazy about it. So much lube, and it makes a mess...” He shook his head. “But I admit, I’d l
ove to fuck you in the ass.”
I felt my spine tingle when I heard the way he said it. Anal wasn’t something I cared about, but Zeke turned me on in a way no one else ever had. Uncharted territory didn’t seem so strange when he was with me. “You would?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed both of my cheeks again. “You have such a gorgeous ass. The nicest one I’ve ever seen. Of course, I want to stick my dick inside it.” Now his cock was at full mast, dripping with pre-come. He looked up at me expectedly, like he wanted me to give him permission to do it now. “You want to give it a try?”
“Uh...I don’t know.”
His hands stopped gripping my ass. He loosened his hold and restrained himself. “If you aren’t into it, that’s fine. No pressure.”
“It’s just... I’ve never considered my ass to be an erogenous zone.”
“I think you’d like it if you gave it a chance. I know what I’m doing, baby.”
Seeing the desire in his eyes and hearing the confidence in his voice made me reconsider. I was willing to do a threesome, so why was this any different? He said the sweetest things to me, basically worshiped me and the ground I walked on. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I just got a little harder.”
I wiggled my hips and rubbed my clit against his length of steel. “I can tell.”
His eyes darkened before he kissed me, and one hand left my hip and opened his nightstand drawer. Without breaking our embrace, he pulled something out and left it on the bed beside him. He broke our kiss then stuck two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I tasted his fingers while our eyes were glued together. Once they were thoroughly wet, he pulled them from my mouth and moved his hand to my ass. I noticed the bottle of lube sitting next to my knee. “You always have that on hand?”
“I jerk off with lube.”
Like a jolt of electricity, arousal rushed through me.
He sealed his mouth over mine again and gave me purposeful kisses, bringing me back into the moment. Within a few seconds, his fingers pressed against my back entrance and pushed through the tight muscle, entering my channel.
Like last time, the situation was uncomfortable. It didn’t feel natural having something pressing inside me, even if it was Zeke.
Zeke kept me in the moment by kissing me harder and gripping my tit. His thumb and fingers clamped over the tip and gave it a gentle pinch before he palmed my breast again. His finger slowly moved in and out, loosening me up for the real thing. “Relax, baby. It’ll feel so damn good.”