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“So now what happens?” She whispered, going back to patch me up. “Now that you’ve fought.”
“Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulder, winning a playful slap when I disturbed her work. “I won’t stop unless you tell me you don’t want me.”
Her eyes flicked back to mine, and she blinked rapidly before looking back at my wounds as if we didn’t make eye contact, she was somehow braver for it. “I want you.” She whispered after a while. “You know that.” She repeated my words as she worked, and my body responded to her, even as I tried to control it. “But he’s my brother.” She sighed, pouring ice water on my cock that was hardening under the towel I still wore. “I can’t just cut him off.”
“I’d never ask you to.” I immediately countered because I wouldn’t. Asking her to cut ties with someone so significant to her was something I’d never do. “We’re men.” I tried to downplay it, “We’ll get over it.”
“Do you really believe that?” she asked, dropping her hands from my back as she finished up and I turned to face her. “Do you think you two could be friends after this?”
“I have no ill will towards Jed, Laila.” I admitted, with a hand on her knee: “But I’m not a pushover either. I’ll always stand up for myself and the respect I deserve from the men inside the crew. Your bother included.”
“You’ve earned your spot at Ryker’s side.” She looked at me head-on. “Everything I’ve heard about you since I got here has spoken of your honor and loyalty to the crew. To Ryker.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not in the least.” She replied instantly. “If a man is honorable and loyal to something important in his life,” she shrugged and swallowed uncertainly, “Maybe he can be honorable and loyal in other aspects of life too.”
“To you, you mean.” I cut to the point. “You’re talking about yourself.”
“Yes.” She shrugged. “I’ve never been honored before, Zeke.”
I growled, cocking my head to the side as the protective side of me fought for control. “You have no idea how good I can treat you, Laila.”
“I want that.” She whispered, closing her eyes as she leaned closer to me. “I want this.” She put her hand on mine atop her knee. “I want you. But I don’t know what to do.”
“Trust me,” I growled, sliding my hand up her thigh as her nails dug into the top of my hand, pulling it higher. She had jeans on, so my ascent was safe, but knowing she wanted it was what was important. “Trust me to take care of you.” She nodded, clawing at my hand as she panted. “Open your eyes, Laila,” I commanded, and her golden-brown eyes flicked open, hazed with arousal as she fought for focus. “I need you to see that it’s me touching you.” I slid my hand furtherup her thigh until my thumb rested near the apex of her legs, and she trembled. “No one else exists anymore. Once I have you, no one else will.”
“Yes.” She moaned, arching her hips until my thumb brushed over the seam in her jeans, right against her pussy. “God, yes.”
Chapter 11 – Laila
Every inch of my body hummed in a way that only happened when Zeke was nearby. He was electric. Hot. Powerful. And my body responded to him in ways that words couldn’t portray.
They didn’t need to, it was natural.
Instinctive.
Right.
Everything about Zeke felt right, and I ached to just fall headfirst into what he promised me, without a second of hesitation. I was on the edge, ready to jump.
To trust.
To give in and lose myself in him.
“Open your eyes, Dove.” He whispered and my eyes snapped open. I didn’t even realize I’d closed them again; lost to the sensations he was giving me. “There’s my good girl.”
I moaned, leaning into him, desperate for his praise as much as I was for his touch. Did he know how badly I wanted to be his good girl? To be good for him?
“Please,” I whispered, tilting my head back as I fell into the need he was creating inside of me.
“Please what, Dove?” He asked against my ear. “Tell me.” His breath was warm, and I shivered. “Beg me.”
“Please,” I repeated, fighting embarrassment and hang-ups as he patiently waited for me to give him what he wanted. What I wanted.
Because the truth was, I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead with him to touch me. To kiss me. To make me feel good. To fuck me. God, I wanted to fall to my knees at his feet and show him just how much I desired this. Him.
But I didn’t know how.
