Page 69 of Denial

Chapter 13

I don't open the door completely; only enough to peek out and find Ezekiel and Jeremiah standing there, satisfied smirks on their faces.

"How did you find me?" I ask.

"We got into my car," Jeremiah says, "and we waited for you to leave the hall."

"Then, we followed you here," Ezekiel adds.

Why does the thought of them following me, watching me walk into the hotel, eyes on me when I didn't know, turn me on so much?

"What took you so long to come up, then?" I question.

"We were deciding what we were going to do with you." Jeremiah's smirk deepens, becoming sexier, sinful.

"And?" The word comes out hoarse, betraying the desire rushing through me, all gathering right at my pussy, making me feel the wetness gathering on my inner thighs and the tension coiling there. "Whatareyou gonna do?"

Ezekiel licks his lips. "I seem to remember you telling me I needed to grovel, and whilenaked. So, we figured that was a good place to start."

"Well..." I open the door wider, keeping my naked body hidden from their view. "Don't let me hold you up."

Jeremiah comes in first, stepping just far enough into the room to leave space for Ezekiel to enter before he stops short. Ezekiel bumps into him as I push the door to close. Neither seems to even notice the collision. Not with their eyes on me. Both of their hands move, Ezekiel's right hand going to his mouth, thumb sweeping across his bottom lip, Jeremiah's left hand going down to cup his clear erection.

I step back, my attention split between watching Jeremiah walk towards me and Ezekiel removing his suit jacket. But as Jeremiah gets closer, wide shoulders making it so all I can see is him, I tilt my head back to look up at him. His lips are curved up in a small smile as his hands come to my face. His kiss is soft, lingering, longing, and hopeful. Maybe like me, he wondered if we’d have this again, and now that we do, he doesn’t want it to end. His lips press to mine again and again while my hands go to his shirt, undoing the buttons. My fingers stumble when Jeremiah slides his tongue into my mouth.

Just having the feeling of his tongue on mine again is enough to make me moan, but then there’s also his cock pressing into me through his pants, sending lust thrumming through me. Our tongues circle and his hands leave my face, sliding down my body until they’re going around me to grip my ass, pushing me harder into his body. He breaks our kiss, but only puts a few inches between our lips.

“God, I missed you,” he says low. “You can’t even imagine.”

“I think I can, Jeremiah. It wasn’t right without you and Ezekiel. None of it.”

“I know. But you’ll let us make it right now?”

Have I already forgiven Ezekiel in my heart? Yes. But do I still want to see him groveling on his knees? Do I still want to hear him promise we will never have this issue again, this distrust, again? Do I still want these two men to spend all night making it up to me for every moment that we’ve had to be away from each other? Yes.

“Depends on how well your brother grovels,” I answer.

His lips curve up. “Oh, he’ll fucking grovel. And so will I, if you need me to. Anything to get you back where you belong.”

“Where do I belong, Jeremiah?” I breathe.

I need to hear the words. Need them to wrap around my heart and burrow so deep nothing can remove them.

“Between me and Ezekiel. When you wake up, when you go to sleep. When you’re moaning our names and when you’re telling us about your day. Your place is with us, always.”

There they are, exactly what I needed. And they do just what I needed them to. But then Jeremiah’s moving behind me, his motions telling me he’s undressing now. I want to turn around and watch, but my eyes are firmly on Ezekiel with my realization that I need other words than the ones Jeremiah just gave me. I need words from Ezekiel. I need assurances from him. I need all the bad to be erased by him. I need him.

Jeremiah’s cock presses against my ass when he wraps his arms around me as Ezekiel walks towards us, completely naked now. For a moment, I consider saying fuck all the words and groveling and just demand they get me into bed right now, but as Ezekiel reaches us and I tilt my head back so our eyes lock, I know this needs to happen, for both of us. Because his apology is right there in his gaze before he even opens his mouth. He brings his forehead to mine and our chests collide with my heavy breaths and his deep one.

"This last week without you has seemed endless, Lexa. I didn't sleep all night and warred with myself all day. Plus, I had Jer letting me know what a dumbass I was being every single time he set eyes on me."

My cheeks rise with my smile, and he brings his hands up to cup them.

“He was right, though. That was never more apparent than after you came to the gym and as you walked away, I was struck with all these terrible what if’s. What if you were walking away forever? What if being blind to what I had right in front of me had caused me to lose it? What if I never got to touch you again..." His hand drifts down my stomach until it’s at my clit, making shaky breaths escape me as he circles it.

"Never got to taste you again."

He kisses down my front while rubbing his finger against my clit. When I arch, I press harder into Jeremiah, allowing his cock to slide between my cheeks. He groans in my ear as his brother's lips trail between my breasts, over my belly button but not without licking a circle around it before he continues lowering. He takes his finger away to give my clit a single hard lick. Then, he backs away, looking up at me as his fingers slide through my wetness until they're at my opening.

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