At length, Jacob removed his fingers from her sheath and pulled his other hand from her ass. When he abandoned her clit, Zeke lifted Liz into his arms and put her on the bed. There she lay, sprawled indecently, her nudity displayed to both men.
The brothers regarded her as they undressed. Zeke beat Jacob by a few seconds. Both of them were erect, their balls plumped by lust, their bodies flushed with desire. Liz noted the network of veins on Zeke’s cock and sinewy arms. She regarded Jacob’s broad chest and hard abs.
Zeke climbed on the bed and lay on his back. Jacob followed, his weight also shaking the mattress.
Liz didn’t wait to see what would happen next, knowing what the Neekoma brothers craved. Straddling Zeke, she took his thick cock and directed it into her sheath, her slit juicy and wanting of him. Her body eased down his, swallowing his sex, taking him as deep as he could go. Zeke inhaled sharply. Liz released a wanton sigh at his size, how relentlessly he stretched her so her body would shelter his.
The pleasure was intense, but not nearly enough. Liz needed it all. Draping her torso over his, she sought his lips.
Zeke’s tongue filled her mouth before Liz could think to do the same to him. His kiss was wild with passion, tender with love. An incredible combination that touched her soul. The noise she and he made thrilled her. So primitive. So necessary.
If Jacob thought the same, he didn’t voice his opinion. Nor would he allow Liz to ignore him. He settled between her and Zeke’s legs. With his hand on the small of her back, he directed her to present her ass to him.
Readily, she obeyed.
Jacob placed his hands on her buttocks and eased them apart. His thumbs stroked her anus.
Liz gasped around Zeke’s tongue. He slanted his mouth for better penetration and deepened his kiss.
Jacob ran his hand over her belly to her mound and touched her clit.
A shock of pleasure rippled through her. She had no chance to indulge in it.
Jacob had stroked her there to merely bathe his fingers in her moisture. He now brought them to her tight ring, lubricating it.
She wiggled at his touch. Didn’t deter or stop him. Jacob rubbed the head of his cock against her anus. Liz trembled in anticipation of his crown entering her, the invasion of his rigid yet silky flesh.
The wait wasn’t long. Jacob eased the tip of his shaft into her tightest opening, then tunneled inside.
The pressure proved so intense and seductive, Liz pulled her mouth from Zeke’s. Several sounds escaped her, betraying her lust, her desire for this.
Zeke pumped his hips, a demand that she work her body up and down his cock. Jacob was already fully within her other opening, his fingers pressed into her hips to make certain she couldn’t get away from him.
Filled by both men, Liz surrendered to each. Immeasurable feelings coursed through her along with a sense of being restored. Not only emotionally, but that they were returning some of her life force to her.
Or was she merely imagining that?
Liz didn’t know and couldn’t dwell on the matter. The bed shook with each thrust and pump, the springs squealing. The noises they made were far more enticing. Jacob grunted. Zeke groaned. Moan after moan spilled from Liz followed by a whimper of delight as Zeke slid his hand between their bodies and worked her clit.
Liz collapsed on top of Zeke, her gasps muffled by his shoulder. His chest pumped with his harsh breaths. Perspiration coated his skin. Panting, Jacob leaned over Liz and kissed her back. Not to be outdone, Zeke again suckled Liz’s neck.
Both of their actions told her they weren’t anywhere near sated. Nor were they through with her.
A stack of ham sandwiches lay on a tray in front of Kele and Diaz. Next to it were cups of coffee and glasses of milk.
He hadn’t taken one bite of the food. Nor had he sipped the offered drinks. Given his growling belly, Kele knew Diaz had to be starving. His worry over Pedro must have made him oblivious to his body’s needs.
She was no different. Her hunger repressed by her thoughts of Isabel’s disapproval and Jacob’s concern over her welfare…how he actually seemed to care for—
She had no right. Leading Carreon’s men here had nearly cost Jacob his life. She’d allowed her jealousy, her unending love for him to color her choices. Her life would never be the same.
No matter how much time passed, her clan would never forgive her fully. She saw it in their eyes, heard it in their cautious responses to her questions or comments since they never spoke to her first. The people she’d grown up with, had trusted and loved, now treated her worse than a stranger. To them, she might as well have been a member of Carreon’s clan. Their expressions betrayed the contempt they felt.
Kele had seen that on the faces of the men when she’d offered to go with Diaz. She’d noted Isabel’s distrust. So different from the relationship they’d once had. Then, Kele could have gone to the older woman for solace and guidance, as she would have done with her own grandmother when the woman had been alive.
Not any longer.
There would be no comfort from Isabel in the future, no matter how badly Kele might crave it. Jacob was lost forever too. She harbored no more foolish hope that she could make him desire her alone. That had been a fantasy she’d lived for too long. Liz coming here put an end to it. If only Kele had accepted the truth then, she wouldn’t have betrayed her clan.
She didn’t deserve to be here. She shouldn’t be pining for Jacob right now, wondering, worrying about what he and Liz were doing.
Had they made love already? Were they doing so now? Kele had caught the look on Zeke’s face when he said Jacob’s name. Zeke intended to share Liz with his brother for reasons Kele didn’t understand and had no right to pursue.
She’d never have the love she wanted from Jacob. It was a miracle she still had his compassion.
Diaz turned the laptop toward her. It displayed a Google Earth map. “This is the route we need to take from here…unless you have a better suggestion.”
Kele was fresh out of ideas. The one she’d had about Pedro coming here had divided the clan once more. The one before that had turned disastrous. What if the clan’s children, or the women and older men, had gotten hurt in the battle she’d caused? How could she have lived with herself then?
“Kele?”
She blinked and focused on Diaz. He had some of Carreon’s features, but not his pale blue eyes and cold stare. Warmth, humanity, the capacity for love welled in Diaz’s dark eyes.
“Can you think of a better route than this?” he asked.
She regarded the map, not really seeing it. Something bumped against the ceiling. It came from one of the teens’ bedrooms, not Zeke’s, where he, Liz and Jacob surely were right now. Kele’s mind didn’t care. She kept picturing Jacob on top of Liz, his cock inside of her, their bodies and mouths joined.
Her belly cramped, stealing her breath. She feared she’d cry.
If she didn’t, Diaz would see. He’d ask too many questions that she wouldn’t answer. He might alert the others. They’d know then that she hadn’t stopped loving Jacob, not even a little, which would only increase their mistrust. Especially Isabel’s. She and the rest wouldn’t want Kele to leave, wouldn’t believe she could do this without harming them again. She’d lose her last chance to prove her loyalty.
To make amends.
Her heart ached, but she ignored the pain. With all the will she owned, Kele forced herself to concentrate on the map and to answer Diaz. “I don’t know. Give me a sec.”
It took several minutes before she could actually focus her attention on the problem at hand. Once she had, Kele made changes in the route, updating the map. During the next hour, they discussed strategy. Various
