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“Always.” He fingers the O shape he left on her shoulder. I join him. “But call us next time, A. We’ll come for you, no matter what.”
“I will.” Her shy smile is tired. Her eyes flutter shut. “Promise.”
We give her this reprieve. These few minutes of shut-eye.
“Her shop,” I mouth, needing to take care of business.
“I know,” he mouths back. “We’ll fix it.”
I lean forward, kissing his full lips. He kisses me back, and it’s right. So right.
He slips from under her, whispering that he’s going to get a first aid kit to clean and bandage the O on her shoulder. Amara doesn’t even stir.
“I’m proud of you,” I tell him. For taking care of Amara. For taking me in. For everything.
He blushes and gives me the finger.
Some things never change.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Amara
“You’re planning on taking turns driving me around?” I ask Carter on the ride over to their penthouse after I woke up on their office floor. “Like you take turns on my ass?”
A devious smile curves his lips. “We’re not taking turns, pet.”
“Breathe” by The Prodigy comes up next in his playlist. His eyes twinkle in that wicked way of his. I bet if we were on the freeway right now, he’d speed up to 160. I’d let my head out and scream something like, “Fuck my parents,” into the wind. Until Killian’s firm hands would pull me back in.
One of us would have to be the voice of reason. It’s damn sure not Carter or me, so—
“We’re taking, period.”
“I might say no,” I challenge, teasing his fly.
His cock swells. Greeting me. I slide my hand back to my lap. No pairing up.
“You might, and we’ll ignore you.” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless the no turns to begonias.”
“What if I forget?” My saccharine sweet voice has his eyes snapping to mine. He sees through my playfulness. I continue anyway, “What if my floaty brain says petunias instead?”
“Brat.” Carter’s smirk doesn’t fool me. His hold on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles whitening at the prospect of spanking me. “We’ll remind you about begonias. Then slam into you until you scream it.”
“You’re going to be rough?” I whisper, pretending to be scared.
“Oh, baby. Your pussy will be so sore.” Though his eyes are on the road, I feel every ounce of his attention on me. “You won’t be able to walk for days.”
“And you two?”
“Don’t worry about us, pet.” Carter’s smile bathes the inside of his Porsche with darkness. A decadent one. “We’ll have enough of each other when we fuck your pretty pussy. Together.”
“I’ll scratch your chests.” Heat rushes down my body, thinking of them both in my pussy together. “Make you bleed.”
“Tease.” Carter shoots me a look. “You’ll live to regret it.”
“Doubt it.” I probably will.
I imagine I would as early as this evening. When Killian’s back from work and it’s just the three of us in the penthouse. There were arrangements to be made for Luna’s upcoming wedding and he had to stay late.
