When it feels like my knees are going to give out, I shove him hard enough that he stumbles over a rock and lands on his ass.
We’re both fighting to catch our breath as Zeke stares up at me with a frown, waiting for me to explain why I stopped him or demand for him to kiss me again. I do neither, choosing instead to fall to my knees and climb on top of him. “Don’t be,” I finally say.
Zeke reaches for my hips and settles me over him at the same time I lean down to pick up where we left off. Lips fused and limbs tangled, we kiss above the roaring waterfall. It amazes me how differently Zeke and Seth kiss even though they share the same lips and feel the same. Seth kisses me like he might never get the chance again, while Zeke kisses me lazily like it’s the only thing he was made for.
And then he shocks the shit out of me when he asks, “Can I touch you, princess?”
I nod, and Zeke kisses me one last time as if he can’t resist before rolling me onto my back. He then curves the front of his body along my side rather than climbing on top of me and trapping me under his weight like I’m craving for him to do.
I don’t realize I’m shaking like a virgin—even though I’ve been fucked and sucked and turned inside out by all three of them—until Zeke slowly runs his palm down the inside of my thigh and back up again. By his third pass, my trembling stops and on his fourth, he grabs the seat of my bathing suit that’s damp from more than just the pool water and shoves it aside.
The mist and breeze from the falls immediately work to cool the hot flesh between my thighs until Zeke places his palm there and I’m burning for him all over again.
“Now it feels like we’re both playing with fire,” he grumbles as he teases my pussy. “You’re so fucking sweet, aren’t you, princess?” Feeling like I need him close, I whine as I reach for him, but then his eyes suddenly flash and his voice deepens as he rumbles, “Mine.”
“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself.” Zeke doesn’t answer though because he turns his head away and takes a few deep breaths as if shaking off some dark influence. I pause. “Are you okay?”
After a few more seconds, he finally answers while sounding like he shoved his head underwater and he just barely kept from drowning. “Yeah,” he chokes out roughly. “I think we should stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart kicks painfully against my chest as I feel my panic rise.No, we’re so close.
I lift my head enough to kiss him, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, accepting my gift of the air he seems to be fightingfor. When I end the kiss, I pull back enough to see his green eyes. “Does it feel like I’m worried, Zeke?”
Curling my hand around his between my legs, I push on his fingers resting against my hole, and Zeke groans and shudders before curling and pushing them deep inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he swears as his shoulders tremble once more. “You’re so—” He stops as though he’s at a loss for words. My clit throbs like it has a pulse against his palm, and I squirm for the friction I definitely need. Zeke’s green eyes become sharper, more focused when he sees me trying to race to the finish. “If we’re not allowed to stop, you’re not allowed to come yet, princess.”
I watch with quickening breaths as he plunges them deep one last time before freeing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. Somehow, I still don’t believe that the man who’s been scowling, taunting me, and wishing I would disappear is going to actually taste me.
And then he does.
I don’t breathe as he slips his fingers between his lips.
With his gaze locked on mine, Zeke sucks them clean and then promptly pushes them back inside, driving them deep and drawing those sounds from me again that make his pupils dilate and nostrils flare. I’m on the verge of pulling him on top of me and begging him to fuck me when he finally turns those torturous fingers to my swollen clit.
“Zeke…”
“Just let it happen, princesa. I’m here.”
He circles my nub, and I come with a cry that he quickly muffles with a kiss. “Shhh. We have to be quiet, princess,” he pleads against my lips. “Thorin and Khalil can’t hear.”
Zeke continues kissing me even after my body’s settled and I’m quiet. It goes on and on with the two of us only stopping long enough to catch our breath before we’re drawn back togetherlike polarized magnets. Weeks of longing and lingering looks have left us hypnotized and powerless to resist now that we’ve given in.
That is until I feel something tickle my cheek.
It’s easy to ignore with Zeke’s fingers still stuffed deep inside my pussy like he’s opening it to draw out another orgasm, but when that light fluttering feeling returns, I frown and lift my hand to slap it away.
Zeke grabs my wrist and I open my eyes to see that his are full of wonder. “Wait.”
Okay, now I’m freaking out. “What is it? What is it?”
He exhales in awe and disbelief. “It’s a butterfly.”
“No, really. What is it?”
Zeke lets go of my wrist and presses the back of his fingers to my face below my cheek. The ticklish feeling leaves me a moment later, and then he pulls his hand back to show me a blue butterfly with black spots balanced on his bruised and scarred knuckles.
“What the—” The butterfly flaps its wings and flies away. Zeke and I follow its flight path to a swarm of them flying under a copse of trees not far away. “Oh, wow.”
