Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
I’m so racked with worry I don’t even catch on to the ruse until it’s too late. It doesn’t even occur to me that Zeke is leading me up the cliff to get me alone until we’re standing at the top and he quickly takes my hand.
“I’ve been wondering all day how I was going to get you away from them.”
Okay, now I’m confused. “Why would you need to get me away?”
Zeke huffs in frustration. “Because my brothers are overbearing, meddling bastards, and it’s impossible to talk to you or even get near you without them hovering.”
“I don’t want you to jump,” I plead when I realize he’s standing near the cliff again. “Please?”
“Tell me what happened that day, and I won’t.”
“I told you already. Nothing happened. Why won’t you let it go?”
“Because nothing has made sense since I woke up, and it all leads back to you.”
“Well, if you feel that way, then jump. See if I care.” I go to storm back down the path when Zeke snatches my hand and yanks me back. I stumble into him, and Zeke pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger to pull me even closer.
“Is it me you’re really afraid for, or is it Seth, princesa?”
“Why does it even matter when you clearly don’t care about yourself?”
“I care.”
“Yeah, it really seems like it,” I toss back sarcastically.
“I won’t jump,” he promises.
“What are you telling me for?” I say as I cut my gaze away. “I don’t care.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Zeke smiling at me, and his teasing makes me irrationally angry. “Is this the real reason why you pulled me up here?” I ask. “To interrogate me more and make me feel even more awful than I already do?”
It’s a long time before Zeke answers, and I almost believe he won’t. “No, princesa. I never want to make you feel awful.”
“Could have fooled me,” I grumble.
Zeke takes my face in his hands and tilts my head back. “It’s not the reason,” he repeats firmly.
“Then why? If not that, why bring me up here? Why get me alone?”
“To do this.” Zeke presses his lips against mine, and the roaring in my ears rivals that of the waterfall. I must make some sound of distress because he stops just as abruptly. “I’m sorry.”
“You kissed me.”
“Yeah, princess. I did.”
My hand reaches up and curls around his nape. I feel his dark hair brushing my fingers, and I can’t help stretching them toward the strands. “We’re kissing now?”
Forehead pressed to mine, Zeke nods with eyes closed. “If that’s okay with you.”
“It’s been okay since I mistook you for Seth and you shoved me into the snow.”
Zeke winces at the reminder. “I’m sorry about that.” Eyes low as if drugged, he kisses me again before I can tell him it’s okay. That I understand why.
When it feels like my knees are going to give out, I shove him hard enough that he stumbles over a rock and lands on his ass.
We’re both fighting to catch our breath as Zeke stares up at me with a frown, waiting for me to explain why I stopped him or demand for him to kiss me again. I do neither, choosing instead to fall to my knees and climb on top of him. “Don’t be,” I finally say.
Zeke reaches for my hips and settles me over him at the same time I lean down to pick up where we left off. Lips fused and limbs tangled, we kiss above the roaring waterfall. It amazes me how differently Zeke and Seth kiss even though they share the same lips and feel the same. Seth kisses me like he might never get the chance again, while Zeke kisses me lazily like it’s the only thing he was made for.
And then he shocks the shit out of me when he asks, “Can I touch you, princess?”
I nod, and Zeke kisses me one last time as if he can’t resist before rolling me onto my back. He then curves the front of his body along my side rather than climbing on top of me and trapping me under his weight like I’m craving for him to do.
I don’t realize I’m shaking like a virgin—even though I’ve been fucked and sucked and turned inside out by all three of them—until Zeke slowly runs his palm down the inside of my thigh and back up again. By his third pass, my trembling stops and on his fourth, he grabs the seat of my bathing suit that’s damp from more than just the pool water and shoves it aside.
The mist and breeze from the falls immediately work to cool the hot flesh between my thighs until Zeke places his palm there and I’m burning for him all over again.
“Now it feels like we’re both playing with fire,” he grumbles as he teases my pussy. “You’re so fucking sweet, aren’t you, princess?” Feeling like I need him close, I whine as I reach for him, but then his eyes suddenly flash and his voice deepens as he rumbles, “Mine.”