Page 71 of Denial

"You're far too quiet, Lexa," Jeremiah groans.

I take a deep breath to gain some bearings. Even though Ezekiel sliding in and out of me doesn't make that easy in any way.

"I...I've wanted your marks on me when I look in the mirror the next morning. I've wanted the ache between my thighs, at my ass, so with every step, I remember what we did. I've wanted—"

My words cut off; my mouth unable to do anything but open with a silent sigh as Jeremiah begins entering me. Ezekiel's hand is back on my thigh, gripping it tightly, lifting it even higher as he and his brother fill me. I reach up to wrap my fingers around his neck, clinging to him as pain and pleasure mix. Ezekiel strokes into me slower, but just as deeply, staying inside me each time and grinding against my clit. Jeremiah slides inch after inch into me, stretching me, giving me that too-full feeling I've missed so much.

"Speak," Jeremiah tells me, but his voice is hoarse, betraying how him having to slide into me slowly is testing his restraint.

"I've wanted Ezekiel's demands and your need for my words." My words are barely anything more than a moan at this point. "I've wanted your cum inside of me after, leaking out of me in the morning, reminding me that I belong to both of you."

Ezekiel comes forward and kisses me, swallowing my gasp as Jeremiah slides the last of himself into me, groin against my ass. His fingers move my hair away from the back of my neck and then his lips are there, soft and reassuring. Ezekiel's tongue licks lazily across my bottom lip as he begins thrusting into me faster. I arch into him, which makes my ass tighten around Jeremiah each time. He doesn't move yet, even though his hand comes to my side, fingers gripping me tightly. The pain is fading, pleasure building, tension coiling.

Then Jeremiah begins moving, sliding out of me as Ezekiel slides in. Entering me when my back arches from Ezekiel leaving me. They fill me at opposite times, making it so I am never without one of them sliding into me, giving me bliss, bringing me closer to the abyss only they can bring me to.

My mouth breaks away from Ezekiel with the deep moan that leaves me as he slams into me and stays there, grinding against my clit while Jeremiah begins really pounding into me. All I can do is hold onto Ezekiel as the tension inside me becomes unbearable. It has to snap. It needs to snap. Or I feel I'll succumb to it until I'm nothing but insane lust between them.

"Please," I beg them. "I need to come. I need you to come."

Because them coming inside of me is its own rush of pleasure. To know I brought them to the point where they couldn't hold back any longer. Neither of them says a word, they only begin fucking me. Both driving into me, their hands gripping so tightly I know I'll get the marks I wanted. Both of their lips on my skin, kissing wherever they can, their groans and grunts pushing me closer and closer to the orgasm I can see approaching in the stars that dance behind my closed eyelids.

Then, I'm there, and a high-pitched moan breaks past my lips as I spasm around both of them. They feel it, their hisses tell me so. Ezekiel curses my name while Jeremiah sighs his release. He slams into me and stays there, coming deep inside my ass. Ezekiel though, pounds into me harder, thrusts frantic as he comes as well.

As I come down, my body twitches, tightening around both their cocks as the aftershocks of my orgasm slowly fade. Ezekiel's grinding against my clit certainly isn't helping though. Or Jeremiah licking the top of my spine. Or Ezekiel's hand drifting from my thigh to my neck, arching it up. His hand tightens, telling me he wants something I'm not giving. I lazily open my eyes and get a smile from him, making me realize he wanted my gaze on him. Maybe for the words he says next.

"I love you."

Something so deep inside me releases the last of anything I had to be angry about, to be sad or hesitant about.

"I'll never be able to say those words enough to come anywhere close to how much you deserve to hear them, but I'll say it at least every day in an effort to. If...If you let me."

I smile at him and see a little relief enter his eyes.

"Twice a day and you have a deal."

His smile grows. "Deal."

"And no splitting that between you and Jeremiah," I tease. "That's two apiece."

Jeremiah chuckles behind me, pressing harder into my body. I turn to look at him over my shoulder and he brings his lips to mine.

"Hey, I'm making my own deals with my own terms," he says when we break apart.

"Oh, do tell?"

"Or more like an exchange."

I raise my brow. "Go on."

"You agree to move in with us, and I promise to tell you I love you every time before I walk out the door. And again when I get back home."

"Move...in with you?"

"I don't think you quite understand when I say this week has been utterly miserable," Ezekiel states, making me look back at him, especially at the sad tone of his voice. "It felt like everything was hollow without you. Every conversation, the house, me."

"And me," Jeremiah adds.

"I'm not going back to that. So, either we're moving in with you, or you're coming home with us. Those are the only two options. Although, I mean, we have a pool and a room you can use as your office already, so..."

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