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  Kara wasn't precisely certain what startled Zeke, but suddenly he withdrew from both her and Chase like a stunned rabbit. He scrambled back to the edge of the bed. Semen coated his now flaccid member.

  "What the fuck was that?" he growled, as Chase withdrew from her tender bottom. He moved her body so that she was nestled at his side, presenting a united front before Zeke. She slid her arm around his back, offering him her strength to say what needed to be said.

  "Zeke, we love you, what's wrong?" Chase asked, with all the barriers removed and a blast of love directed at Zeke that left her a bit in awe.

  "Chase, what did you say?" Zeke stilled, his back went rigid. He looked like a cage fighter preparing for a death match he was so tense.

  Kara rubbed Chase's back, offering him unspoken encouragement.

  "I love you, Zeke. I've wanted you for quite some time. And it seems our sub here knew it," Chase admitted, his heart shining in his eyes, his expression so tender and honest.

  Zeke sputtered, "But you're a Dom? Why would you—"

  "Actually, about that. I'm a switch, Zeke, and I have been bi my whole life. While I do prefer dominating a woman, I've wanted you to dominate me since we first met. I've been in love with you, man, for years. It's time you finally know it."

  Zeke backed off the bed, fury emanating from his features. "So you fucking lied to me, all these years."

  "Zeke, it's not like that," Kara attempted to cool Zeke's over-reactive jets. This was not how this revelation was supposed to go.

  "Zeke, I never meant to lie to you, not in the way you mean. I never meant to cause you any pain. I was concerned about how you would react and didn't want to lose you. Even if I could only share a sub with you, I tried to make that enough, but I can't keep on hiding who I am. I want—"

  Zeke interrupted Chase, shooting Kara a look filled with fury. "And you, you were in on this," he accused her. He glanced between the two of them. His body vibrated from the force of his anger. "The two of you deserve one another. I'm out. I don't associate with liars, no matter how good a fuck they may be."

  "Zeke," Kara cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She wasn't sure how everything had twisted and turned so incredibly wrong.

  "Enough. Stay away from me. Both of you. We are done."

  Chase almost choked on the air. "Don't do this, Zeke. We can work this out."

  "I don't want to work anything out with a pair of liars. I can't believe you of all people would betray me like this, Chase. Kara, either. I thought I knew you both better than that, but it seems I was horribly wrong."

  Neither Kara nor Chase moved as Zeke stomped into the bathroom and emerged fully clothed. He headed toward the door to the hall without a backward glance at either of them.

  "No," she sobbed. Tears poured down her face and she turned to Chase as his arms cradled her close, noticing the sheen of moisture in his eyes.

  "I'm so sorry, Chase. I never meant to—"

  "I know, love." He kissed her forehead and drew the sheets up over them. She cried herself to sleep in his arms, wondering how they could convince Zeke to forgive them.

  Chapter Ten

  Zeke disembarked the plane at JFK international airport. Unlike when he'd been there a week ago, filled with the anticipation of possibilities, he had a gaping hole in his chest, right were his heart used to beat. It felt like Melissa all over again. She'd feigned interest in him and his lifestyle, then used that knowledge against him. Her lies had ended his cooking show and he had vowed then that he would never again subject himself to a relationship steeped in deceptions. How could Chase not have told him? How had he never once seen the blatant desire? Had he been that focused with narrow-minded narcissism?

  And Kara, his beautiful sub, the sub he'd been waiting and yearning for all these years, had all but driven a twist of the knife with her deceit. Just thinking of her, his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He felt like the walking wounded. His world, the dreams he had held for the three of them so close within his grasp, had withered and died in the Scottish Highlands.

  He strode through the airport on autopilot. Nothing penetrated his beleaguered soul. Retrieving his luggage at the baggage carousel, Zeke hailed a limousine shuttle. In the back of the sleek black vehicle, he scrolled through calls on his phone. There were calls and text messages from both Kara and Chase which he ignored. He didn't want to hear their petty lies and excuses for their deception.

  His thumb hovered over the delete button. The words of Kara's last text made his breath seize up in his lungs.

  It read simply: I love you.

  No pleading for forgiveness or asking him to respond.

  God, he loved her, had been in love with her for so long. He wanted to believe her, wanted to believe in them, but any time he thought he could try to go back to the way things had been before Chase's admission, he felt that knife slice another piece of his heart off.

  Needing a distraction he shifted to his emails, finding a few from Kara and Chase that he passed over until one stopped him. It was from the producer from his cooking show, Blazing Inspirations, inquiring about whether he'd be interested in runnin his new elite bistro in Los Angeles. Zeke had always liked Byron. Byron had never been the issue with the show; nor had he been the reason why he'd walked away from it.

  He checked the time, ensuring it wasn't too early on the west coast, and rang Byron.

  "Zeke, my man, how the hell are you?" Byron's voice emitted through the phone.

  "Good, yourself?" he responded.

  "Not too shabby. Hollywood is always a bitch, but I can't complain too much. So you got my email?" Byron's southern California accent was always at crosshairs with his brisk no-nonsense attitude.

  "I did."

  "And, are you interested?"

  "Possibly. What type of control will I have? What's the menu going to be like?" Zeke's heart stammered as Byron presented a possible escape route.

  "You'll have full control over the menu. You're a fucking god in the kitchen and I think your talent has been undervalued. I want you as my head chef. I'll give you free rein to find your own staff. In fact, I want you to help me create the restaurant from the ground up. I just purchased this art deco building on Rodeo. I want my place to cater to an elite clientele who are looking to be seen and be the IT spot for Hollywood's A-listers dining. What do you say?"

  "I say send me your full proposal with numbers and I will think about it," Zeke said.

  "Done. It'll be in your inbox today."

  "Perfect. I will look over it and get back to you by the end of the week."

  "Awesome, man! Talk to you later." Byron ended their call.

  Zeke stared out the window as the car entered the city. He had options, at least. It should have excited him, the thought of being given free rein over a new kitchen, but he was left feeling empty. The thrill of the hunt for new and exciting culinary frontiers was shrouded by Chase's betrayal, which sat like lead in his stomach. Five years. Chase had hidden his true feelings from him for five years. For all his perception and ability to cut through other people's bullshit, Zeke had never seen it coming with Chase.

  But what really made his gut clench was the fact that Kara had been privy to Chase's little deception and had tried to help Chase, not him. He'd been in love with her since before she'd agreed to be their sub. Even now, he felt himself harden remembering her sweet little cries of ecstasy and the breathy little moans she emitted when he ate her pussy.

  She fit him—them—and he felt his heart breaking over their betrayal. How had he never noticed Chase's affections for him? He loved the guy, of course he did, but he'd never gone deeper than the 'we're buds who like to top a woman together'. It made him wonder how many times they'd been with a sub where Chase had imagined it was him that Zeke was screwing.

  He wasn't going to lie. Their little session with Kara on that last night, both of them penetrating her tight little ass at the same time, the feel of Chase's cock rubbing against him, had been one of the
most erotic experiences of his life. It had only felt natural to kiss Chase at Kara's urging. The termagant had maneuvered them into it. Zeke had liked kissing Chase, which messed with his head. He had never considered having sex with Chase if there wasn't a woman between them. Zeke had never even thought about it; never considered the possibility.

  He didn't know what he wanted to do about Chase and Kara. He loved them both, but he didn't know if he had it in him to move past this betrayal. It undermined the trust he'd had in Chase, and the trust he begun to build with Kara.

  It was ripping his heart to shreds to think of never being with Kara again, never feeling her writhe beneath him, or watch the way her pretty backside would redden when he disciplined her. It was one of his favorite things to do to her, and he knew she enjoyed being on the receiving end just as much as he enjoyed dishing it out.

  His limo pulled up next to his building on the upper west side. He exited the car before the driver made it to the door, handing him a sizeable tip.

  "Thank you, sir." The driver popped the trunk and hefted his luggage onto the curb.

  Zeke grabbed the handle just as his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and clicked 'ignore call'. Zeke wasn't ready to talk to Chase, not by a long shot. Zeke slipped his phone back in his pocket and climbed the stairs to his brownstone.

  Zeke had quite a few decisions to make, and until he did, he wasn't in the mood to talk to either of his partners.

  * * *

  "Anything?" Kara asked, kneading the knotted tension from Chase's shoulders. Her delicate fingers knew all the right spots to hit and he groaned. The tension from the previous night's disaster weighed heavily on him. He and Kara had comforted each other instead of going after Zeke. Whenever Zeke lost his temper or was upset, the best course of action was to leave him alone to sort out his emotions and allow his jets to cool a bit first. But then Zeke did something completely uncharacteristic of him; he left in the middle of the night, with an excuse to Declan about a family emergency. Chase and Kara had not discovered his departure until this morning. Chase felt like a hole had opened up inside his chest that just continued to expand with every passing moment.

  If it weren't for Kara, he would be beside himself entirely. As it was, he was barely holding it together. The day had passed in a blur of trying to reach Zeke while constructing and painting faux Greek columns.

  "No, he's still ignoring my call. His flight landed about an hour ago," he murmured as he glanced at the dark night sky beyond the window. He didn't know how to fix this. He normally did, but he couldn't find it in him to be ashamed of his feelings for Zeke. They were there, and just as prominent as his love for Kara. For him, it was the three of them that were a unit. It would have come out eventually; Chase had no doubt it had only been a matter of time. And there was a weight he had been carrying in his soul that was no longer present. Even though it had gone so disastrously, he was glad Zeke knew he loved him.

  Kara's arms slid around his back from her perch at the side of the bed. She kissed his cheek and pulled him close. "I miss him, too. We'll get him back."

  He rubbed her arms, leaning into to her embrace. He wished he could believe that. He knew Zeke, and how much he held on to a slight or hurt. Chase had been with Zeke when things had fallen apart on his show. He'd been there to help his friend pick up of the pieces of his life, had been the one to convince him to top a sub with him that first time at the DFC. Chase was bi. He'd been with both women and men; it wasn't something he felt ashamed of in the slightest bit, but he'd understood that, when it came to Zeke, if he wanted to get close to him then he would have to keep his love for him under wraps.

  One thing had led to another, and Chase had subverted his feelings for Zeke into the subs they topped together. And then the miracle of Kara had happened. She had been the missing piece to their puzzle. Chase adored her with every fiber of his being. She'd been the rays of sunshine entering his life after so much darkness. All she had to do was smile at him and he was lost in her. His perceptive little sub had seen right through his sleight of hand act, straight into his heart of hearts. If it weren't for her prodding him to accept his feelings for Zeke, he would likely still be hiding who he was and how he felt. He wasn't upset with her, for her intentions had been out of love in the purest sense of the word. And he didn't regret admitting them to Zeke, he only wished he'd told Zeke sooner and that he hadn't hurt his partner the way he had.

  "How?" Chase asked Kara, his voice gruff with unshed tears. She rubbed against his naked back, and his eyes closed at the feel of her pert breasts against his skin.

  "Well, first off, we need to finish any of the preparations for the McDougal wedding over the next few days. I have everything in hand with the organization so I can come help you paint or whatever else you need me to do," she began. "Once we finish those columns, we can fly back to Manhattan and make our case with him. And if all else fails, remember Zeke is contractually obliged to cook for the McDougal wedding. I won't let him out of that to save his pride or hurt feelings, and neither should you. This means that, even if our first attempt to woo him back to us doesn't work, we will have the full week of the wedding attempt another volley."

  "God, I love you." Chase shifted his head and laid his lips over hers in a tender graze.

  Her eyes were like liquid emeralds when he pulled back. "I love you, too. We will get him back, Chase. You'll see."

  Kara ran her hand in a light caress against the side of his face. Her touch sent tendrils of heat down his spine.

  "Let's not worry about it right now." He shifted, taking her face between his hands. He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, enjoying the way her breath caught and her eyes filled with passion. She was so responsive, so generous with herself; he'd never loved a woman more.

  He explored the contours of her mouth, sucking her luscious bottom lip into his mouth, tasting her sweetness. Chase moved, maneuvering her until she was lying on her back, her beautiful breasts beckoning him. He rose over her gorgeous body and nestled himself between her lush thighs. She fit him—and Zeke—fit him in a way no woman ever had. He rotated his hips, rubbing his dick along her slick folds. She purred against his mouth when his hands cupped her plump breasts.

  He nipped at her lips and then trailed kisses down her neck, marveling at her soft skin. He nibbled on her delicate collarbone, tasting her flesh with his tongue. His mouth traveled south, hovering over her beautiful tits; he tongued one pert nipple, lavishing it, circling the areola, and was rewarded with a breathy little moaning sigh. He drew the tight bud into his mouth, clamping his lips over the tender flesh, sucking and teasing her as she bowed her back, offering him more of her breast. Chase felt her arch beneath him and growled as he bit down.

  "Ah, Chase," Kara wailed as her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her breast.

  He sucked and used his teeth until her nipple was swollen red and engorged before moving onto its twin. He paid homage to its twin. He could nuzzle and fondle her breasts all damn day. His own desire thrummed in his body, humming like a live wire that had been cut. When the other nipple was a pointy, swollen, red nub, he shifted, traveling down over her abdomen, planting open mouthed kisses on the slight swell of her flesh, tracing his hands over her hip bones.

  He spread her thighs further as he angled his shoulders and groaned at the sight that greeted him. The lips of her sweet pussy glistened with dew and his cock jerked. His mouth descended and he thrust his tongue inside her delicate folds without preamble. Kara's back bowed in pleasure. He held her still, restraining her movements as he ate her beautiful pussy. Over and over he slid his tongue in her sweet folds, lapping at her clitoris, slurping on her swollen flesh. Her succulent scent filled his nostrils and he had to calm his own raging lust which urged him to hurry, to sink his dick inside her and plunder her depths with all the skill of a marauding pirate.

  Chase tempered his lust. This was an act of love; for him to show her how much she meant to him, that she was his world and he wante
d nothing more than to love her like this until the end of time. He wanted his bond with Kara solidified before they faced off with Zeke. He had no idea how Zeke would react to their entreaties and wanted to ensure that no matter what, he and Kara had each other.

  Chase inserted two fingers into her tight sheath and began fucking her with his fingers while he sucked on the tight nub of her clitoris. In, and out, he set a rapid fire pace. He added a third digit and Kara bucked against his hand as he felt the walls of her pussy clench with her orgasm. He loved the sweet tremors as she rode the waves of pleasure, how her pussy walls gripped and fluttered around his fingers. He could love her like this all night long, but he needed to be inside her slick folds. Needed the completion of their joining in every way possible.

  While her climax still lashed at her body, Chase withdrew his fingers, sucking her moisture from them. Then he relocated his position until his dick was lined up with her sheath. In a single thrust, he seated himself inside her warmth and growled at the sensuous feel of her snug channel. Her pussy quivered and fluttered around his cock. He caged her in with his body; he held her face between his hands. He remained unmoving, embedded to the hilt inside her until her gaze, heavy-lidded with desire, met his.

  "I love you, Kara," he declared.

  Tears formed in her emerald eyes and the force of her emotions was nearly his undoing. "I love you, too."

  He felt her hands caress down the length of his back. On a groan he captured her lips, letting her taste herself. And then he moved, thrusting his pelvis in slow languid strokes. He reveled in her luxurious body, her pussy clamped and pulled at his dick as he shuttled his length in and out. He drew out their lovemaking, keeping his gaze locked on hers, feeling his soul tremble. She was a part of him now, and he of her. Her drank the mewling moans from her lips feeling like he had finally come home.