My core pulsed and I shifted on the counter, trying to stay in control. “Anyway. I don’t own the apartment anymore. I rented it, but with the price going up so high, I couldn’t afford it. I’ll find something in time for the school year, but for the summer, it was either live in the house with my mom and Granny Lane or do something like this.”
“I have a hard time believing Griff’s mood swings are easier to deal with than whatever your mom and grandma can throw at you.”
“Well, you’d be surprised.”
Moving to stand between my knees, Zeke offered me a perfectly cut carrot. When I took it, he stroked his thumb over my lips. “I’m sorry about your apartment.”
A wave of unexpected emotion washed over me and I had to look away to keep him from seeing the unshed tears in my eyes. “Thanks.”
“I’m not sorry that you’re here for the summer, though.” The oven made a sound, and he backed away to continue with dinner.
I sat there, contemplating loss and time, wondering what I was doing with my life. Being a nanny was strange and overwhelming in a way. Time didn’t feel real when I was just hanging out with the kids every day, not really doing anything. I didn’t have a ton of downtime to think, though, and that had been nice. The summer would’ve been the first chance I really got to mourn Dad’s passing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. If I just kept moving, maybe it would just fade away in time. Maybe, it would be easier.
“You okay?”
I looked up and found Zeke watching me. Forcing a smile, I nodded. “Sure.”
“I know a lie when I see one. Is it something I said or did?”
I shook my head. “No, of course not.”
“Sure you don’t want to talk about it? I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”
“I’m sure. Thanks, though.” I hopped off the counter and walked over to him. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do?”
He pulled me into his arms and pressed me into the counter. “I’m sure there’s nothing you can do for the food.”
“And for you?” I ran my fingers down his chest and smiled. “Is there anything, at all, I can do to help you out, Zeke?”
His nostrils flared, and his fingers tightened on the counter behind me. “You offering something?”
I was thankful for the distraction, and despite having no intentions of sleeping with Zeke again when I came into the kitchen, I found myself beyond tempted. I licked my lips and sank to the floor with my knees spread on either side of his legs and my back pressed to the cabinets behind me. Looking upat him, I smiled sweetly and batted my eyes. “Areyouoffering something?”
He swore and reached down to cup my chin. “You’re fucking addictive.”
I grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them so I could free his cock. I knew it was wrong to do it at all, much less in the kitchen, but I was turned on, and there was something about the Phoenix men that I clearly couldn’t resist. Pulling him out, I stroked him and then took him as deep in my mouth as I could. I fought off a gag and sucked hard, tasting the slightly saltiness of his precum and the rest that was purely Zeke.
He jerked and gripped the counter over my head. “Jesus, woman.”
I chuckled with him still in my mouth and then started bobbing my head up and down his length. I teased the tip with my tongue and swallowed when it pressed into the back of my throat. I gripped his legs and held on while I tried to take even more of his length. I wanted to give him the best blow job he’d ever had. I wanted to leave my mark.
Zeke groaned and gripped my hair, pulling me off of his cock. “You’re going to make me come too fast. Jesus.”
I held my tongue out and slapped the dark red tip of him against it. I stroked him and then shook free of his hold to take him back into my mouth. I wanted to make him lose control. I wanted to swallow him while he stood in the kitchen. I wanted him to think of me on my knees every time he stepped into a kitchen for the rest of his life. Pulling him into the back of my throat, I sucked hard and moaned.
Zeke slapped the counter and let out a growl of pleasure as his balls tightened in my hand. “I’m going to come, Autumn.”
I moaned again and relaxed my throat to take him even deeper. With the head of his cock buried in the back of my throat, my tongue stroking the underside of him, and my handsmassaging his balls, he lost it. He came with a loud curse, spraying the back of my throat with his come. Hard and hot, he came so much that it dripped down my chin and onto my chest, leaving a mess. Still, I sucked him clean and smiled up at him when he pulled back.
Wiping my mouth, I giggled and shrugged. “You made a mess.”
He put his cock away and then sank to his knees in front of me. “You just about killed me.”
Proud of my rarely used skills, I preened. “Thank you.”
Laughing, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. “I want to send a gift to whoever taught you that while simultaneously wanting to find him and beat the shit out of him for ever daring to touch you. That’s normal, right?”
I didn’t want to get into what it said about me that the man he wanted to find was his twin brother. Kissing him back, I pushed him away and stood up. “I’ve got to get cleaned up before dinner. You can handle the rest of this without me?”
