Easing out, I slammed into him hard enough to force the air from his lungs. I didn’t ask if he was okay. We were soconnected, I could feel his aura. Every time I moved, it sent a wave of pleasure through him.
Moving out again, I thrust back, lifting him up onto his toes. Keeping myself as far into him as I could, I reached around and grabbed the lube. “Give me your hand.”
When he did as I asked, I poured some on his palm. “You can stroke, but you can’t come.”
“Ori . . .” It didn’t stop him from coating his cock. “That’s torture.”
“Don’t come until I say it’s okay.” I didn’t need to explain what would happen if he did.
I slowly worked into a rhythm, making sure I dragged hard and slow over his prostate when he was jerking his cock. I’d gotten him close, but he couldn’t resist touching himself while I fucked him.
Picking up my pace, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me. I fucked him with short, hard strokes, and as I got close, I nudged his ear. “Come for me, Zeke. I want to feel you come undone with my cock inside you.”
Zeke gulped air in quick bursts, panting in time with his fist. I changed to longer, less disruptive movements, and I felt him tip over the edge.
His first spurt caused him to clamp down on me like a vise. It made him so tight, I could barely move. He continued to jerk himself as he spewed cum against the wall. Zeke bucked and convulsed, and the added friction sent me barreling toward an epic release.
The beginning of my orgasm took me by surprise. Zeke grunted when I slammed into him, but he continued to stroke himself as I shot inside him. He’d finished, and I could tell he was sensitive, but he didn’t stop moving until I was finished.
Our chests heaved in unison, and I was afraid to let go. Zeke pressed his hands on the tile and gasped for air. I held onto him, but my knees felt too weak to move.
Finally, I drew a deep, shuddering breath and strength returned to my limbs. “Gods, you’re so amazing,” I whispered.
He muttered something that sounded like “You are too,” but the blood pounding in my ears made it hard to hear.
I cupped his face and turned his head enough so I could kiss him. Soft, but full of passion. In less than a week, I’d realized my greatest fear: Someone held my heart in their hands. Far from being scared, it revitalized my soul. Zeke did that. And I loved him for what he’d done to me.
Zeke
Ilooked around my home, happy to be back in Alexandria after nearly three weeks in Italy. Five days turned into seven, and then we took advantage of Michael’s offer to stay in his villa and relax for a few days. Michael owned properties throughout Italy, and he gave us permission to use them as we traveled the country.
Italy had changed a lot since I first visited, but Ori made our visit feel like I’d gone back in time. He pointed out things from the time of the crusades and the Holy Roman Empire. We explored cities that in the Middle Ages were the size of tiny villages today. We visited small towns, and he showed me secret pieces of art Michelangelo had hidden from the world.
The highlight was when we visited Cremona, a small town south of Milan. Ori took me to a small house he’d owned for centuries. It was currently rented to a human family who maintained the property. The father was a luthier who worked in one of the violin shops that had made Cremona famous. Ori had commissioned the man to make him a violin, and we stopped by to pick it up.
Ori was rusty, but it wasn’t the notes that made me proud of him. We added it to the music room, and we agreed we’d playtogether often. It was a small step, but it gave him a purpose and something we could share when we were alone.
The noise from out back snapped me out of my memories. My home, usually a quiet, understated mansion, was being transformed into a lively celebratory hub thanks to the efforts of my brothers and Orion. I could hear them arguing over who messed up the plans for the outdoor bar. I planned to have Dad go whip them into shape when he arrived.
I was finishing up the sweet tea Mom liked when Brenda came marching into the kitchen. She’d left her current boyfriend of the month, Grayson, or Graydon, or some other pompous, made-up name, with our brothers. It must be near the end if she left him to fend for himself with Hector and Perseus. Grayman was a human, which meant she’d have fun with him for a while and then move on. I didn’t agree with her approach, but who was I to judge.
“That ‘mixologist’ Orion hired isn’t even worthy of being called a bartender.” She held out a tumbler with something brown in it. “His New York sour was awful and he’s trying to tell me this is a boulevardier. Fat chance of that.”
There were times I wondered if Brenda lived in our world. “You think insulting Ori is going to do what exactly?”
“Oh, Zeke, you’re so cute when you defend him. I’m not insulting your beau, I’m saying that other man lied. I might need to toss him in the pool and make the drinks myself if he can’t do better.”
I took the drink from her hand, took a sip, and gave it back. “It tastes pretty spot-on, B. What’s really got you so daggone ornery today?”
“Oh.” Her eyes glinted with mischief and faint annoyance. Pinching her lips, she looked down her nose at me. “Been working a case involving rednecks, have we?”
And it was official. Something was bugging her. “Out with it, or I’m going to tell Graymatter you’re deeply in love with him, and he should put a ring on it as soon as possible.”
“You are an evil twerp of a baby brother, Nugget. Perhaps I should share that ‘nugget’ with Orion?”
I laughed at her silly attempt to shame me. Ori and I didn’t keep secrets. We might not tell each other everything that happened in our past—who could keep track of everything—but we never lied or refused to answer questions. “You’d need to get in line. Jax told him weeks ago, and Hector gave me a grin before he tried to embarrass me only for Ori to tell him he already knew.”
“Pfft. You’re not as much fun as you used to be.”
