Ty pushed his chair back and stood up, then picked up the bowls and stacked them. “Since Zeke cooked, I’ll clean up.”
Marie stood up and picked up the serving bowl. “You want my help?”
“No, I can handle it.” Ty placed the cutlery in the serving bowl and took the bowl from her hand, then disappeared into the kitchen.
Marie walked toward the living room and Zeke followed her.
“So you and Ty were out star-gazing earlier?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s a beautiful night. Very clear.”
He nodded, thinking about the two of them on the deck, proclaiming their love for each other. Kissing each other. The thought made his gut clench.
He wanted to remind her just how much he loved her. To show her. He wanted to ask her if she still loved him. To ask her to stay with him forever, and forget abo
ut Ty.
His insides ached with the need to pull her into his arms and convince her to stay with him. And him alone.
“Is there something wrong, Zeke?”
He couldn’t answer her. Couldn’t tell her he didn’t want her kissing Ty … or loving Ty. Couldn’t tell her he wanted her all for himself.
But he could show her.
He cupped her cheek and gazed lovingly into her eyes, then he lifted her face and met her lips with his, brushing lightly. At her sigh, he deepened the kiss, pulling her soft, feminine body close, his arms tightening around her.
Holding her in his arms was a special type of heaven for him. He cherished the feeling, moving his lips on hers in a gentle persuasion. Telling her with his kiss what he couldn’t tell her in words. That he wanted her always. In his arms. In his world. In his life.
Her arms glided over his shoulders and she tightened her embrace, her lips responding to his. He felt her nipples harden against him and she pressed her body tighter against him. His cock expanded, pushing against his jeans.
“Hey, I see you two got started without me.” Ty stepped behind Marie and stroked his hands across her shoulders.
She released Zeke’s lips and she smiled at him before turning to Ty. Zeke watched helplessly as Ty took his turn kissing her.
Not yet. I’m not ready to give her up yet.
As soon as Ty released her lips, Zeke turned her back to him and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Ty slid his hands around her body and cupped her breasts, his hands gliding between their bodies. Zeke could feel the backs of Ty’s hands as he stroked over Marie’s breasts. As he moved, his hand brushed against Zeke’s nipples, too, sending tingles through him.
Ty lifted the hem of Marie’s top and glided it upward. Marie’s lips parted from Zeke’s as Ty lifted her top over her head.
“Well, you two certainly make a girl feel wanted.”
Oh God, she had no idea.
She shed her jeans and socks, now standing before them in only a skimpy lace thong and semi-sheer lace bra. Both crimson. She stroked her hands over her breasts and Zeke’s cock shot to attention. He could see her erect nipples pushing against the thin lacy fabric of her bra.
“Sweetheart, you are so damned hot!” Ty slid his hands around her waist and drew her back against him. She leaned against his broad chest and hooked one arm around his neck while she stroked her breasts with her other hand, all the while gazing directly at Zeke.
“Should we go down into the dungeon?” she asked.
Zeke shook his head and reached for her, pulling her from Ty’s grasp and into his own arms, then kissed her passionately, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.
“I don’t need anything but you,” he murmured against her ear.
Behind her, Ty unfastened her bra. Marie dropped the straps off her shoulders then eased back and slid the garment from her body. Zeke’s gaze locked on her beautiful round breasts, the dusky rose nipples pebbled and hard. Her nipples thrust forward, erect and hard. He pressed his hand over one soft breast and stroked. Her hard nub pushed into his palm. He leaned over and took it in his mouth, licking and swirling his tongue around it. She sighed as she dropped her head back against Ty’s chest again. Ty stroked her other breast.
Zeke wanted her. Bad. He wanted to sink his cock into her. To claim her as his own. To show her just how much he needed her. And loved her.