members of the clan popped in and out to retrieve items they’d forgotten when they’d left the meeting. Many of them lingered outside in the hall and conversed quietly, no doubt trying to catch what Kele and Diaz said.
They spoke little. He wrote all of their plans down for Zeke. The clan wouldn’t allow them to leave without his consent.
At length, Kele nibbled on a sandwich, hardly tasting the meat. Diaz finally gave in to his hunger and finished half of the food on the tray. He was on his second glass of milk when Ike hurried into the room. Earlier, he hadn’t been at the meeting, no doubt tending to other security matters instead.
He ignored Kele. Clearly—rightfully—he was still angry at how she’d used him to leave the stronghold the night of the battle. Addressing Diaz, he asked, “Where’s Zeke?”
Kele answered. “He left with Liz and Jacob.” The pang of sorrow returned, sharper than before. “They’re probably in Zeke’s bedroom.”
Diaz stood. “What happened?”
Backing away, Ike mumbled, “There’s something we need to show him.”
“What?” Kele asked, also on her feet.
Without answering, Ike ran from the room and bolted down the hall.
Chapter Eleven
Jacob had been the first to recover from the lovemaking. Days before, he would have gathered Liz into his arms and expected her to submit to him once more, which would have given Zeke no other choice except to challenge him. If he hadn’t, then Zeke’s other option would have been to watch his brother. To wait for Jacob to finish with Liz while he hungered for her again.
No longer.
A while ago, Jacob had been ready to take her, yet he deliberately waited to see what Zeke had in mind.
A lifetime of knowing Liz was what he required.
Zeke couldn’t think of it; the prospect was too daunting and hastened his arousal, his need to have still more of her.
The mattress had bounced as he’d left the bed. He offered Liz his hand.
Blinking slowly, still obviously fatigued from her numerous climaxes, she’d slipped her fingers over his. Her hand was delightfully warm, her breathing slow and steady. However, when her lids slid down, Zeke’s panic flared. He blurted, “Are you all right?”
Jacob pushed to a sitting position and looked down at her, clearly concerned.
“Yeah.” She yawned. “I’m savoring.”
Zeke wasn’t certain whether to groan, laugh or bitch up a storm at her for frightening him like that.
Jacob didn’t look convinced that she was all right. He leaned over her shoulder, his hair sliding down her arm. “You’re sure?”
“About what?” She looked at them both.
Her eyes were bright with health and life, alert now, her
“Never mind.” Zeke squeezed her hand and led her from the bed to the bath. Jacob followed and touched several of the rocks.
In seconds, warm water filled the tub where it swished and swirled. More moisture misted from the limestone ceiling, directly above the receptacle, to create a gentle shower-like effect.
Liz put her palm beneath it. Pearls of water collected in her hand and dripped from her fingers.
Zeke kissed her shoulder. Jacob, her cheek. “Come on,” Zeke murmured, directing her into the tub. “We’ll give you a bath.”
She looked down at herself as though checking to see what they wanted to wash away. “Why?”
“Because we want to?” Jacob asked, joining them.
Zeke had to smile at his brother’s guileless, eager answer. The three of them being together in here would have seemed impossible days ago. It wasn’t something Zeke would have permitted, given his love for Liz.
His feelings for Jacob were as deep—the kind only brothers can have for each other—and no longer complicated. In Zeke’s mind, they’d never again be rivals for Liz. She belonged to him, always would. However, Jacob would also have a part in their lives. He no longer seemed to mind his secondary status. He seemed content with it, grateful.
Liz regarded Jacob’s erection. Water streamed from the ruddy crown. She actually licked her lips and answered his question with one of her own. “Know what I’d like to do?”
Zeke eased Liz’s damp hair from her neck and kissed it. “What?”
She took the soap, lathered her hands and sank to her knees.
Her breasts seemed to float on the bubbly water. She worked the scented lather over Jacob’s dark bush and Zeke’s, then down both of their rigid rods.
“Okay then,” Zeke breathed, having no objections to her intimate touch.
Jacob said something similar. After that, Zeke couldn’t focus on anything other than Liz’s hand caressing, fondling, squeezing his cock.
She ran her thumb over the tiny opening in the head and stroked the bumpy skin on the back. Zeke gritted his teeth at the pleasure tearing through him. He pressed his toes into the stone to keep from tottering back and losing his balance.
As he heaved in air and attempted to regain some control, she concentrated on Jacob, no doubt working her magic on him.
She’d taken him into her mouth.
Zeke clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt. However, it did keep him from screaming his joy at the incredible sensations she’d generated. With his head hanging between his shoulders, he watched her lips moving up him, finally touching his dark curls. At the same time, she fondled Jacob’s balls.
His brother gasped, swallowed loudly, then gasped again.
Zeke’s shoulders bunched. He squeezed his fists at Liz licking and suckling his cock. She did it so well he was a breath away from climax.
She pushed him over the edge by cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.
He came on a choked cry, not certain his legs would hold him much longer. As he struggled to remain upright, Liz ministered to Jacob, cleansing his cock and balls thoroughly, then taking him in the same fashion.
Eventually, they’d washed her, making certain her openings were prepared for their further use. Jacob got to bathe her breasts. She’d pressed her face against his shoulder as Zeke washed her cunt, then her tight ring of flesh.
He’d returned to her soft folds and explored them and her clit so thoroughly Liz came yet again.
At last, they were back in bed, this time with Jacob taking Liz vaginally from behind. As she submitted to his carnal need, she’d licked and loved Zeke’s cock, his balls.
Their newest orgasms were as powerful as the first. They collapsed as they had earlier. After another brief rest, they finally stirred.
Zeke ran his fingers down Liz’s arm, unable to stop touching her, checking to see if she was all right. Jacob was no different. He stroked her hip. Glancing at each of them, she murmured, “Did it work?”
Zeke brushed his mouth over hers. Jacob eased her hair away and kissed her temple.
“Did what work?” Zeke whispered.
“Your plan to restore me…to return what I’d given to both of you.”
