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I sent Luna home an hour ago to get her beauty sleep.
That only leaves Carter and Amara. They’re supposed to be together by now.
Something’s happened and I’m here instead of there.
My pulse spikes, rage clouds my vision. Anyone who dared lay a hand on either of them will pay with their lives.
I can’t get my hand into my pocket fast enough. “Carter? What’s going on?”
“Everything’s fine.” His voice is husky. Hungry. “We missed you.”
“Hi, Killie,” Amara adds, her voice muffled. “I’ve missed you all day today.”
They both sound breathless, and my dick jerks in response.
“Really, really missed you.” She ends the sentence in the background, and I think I hear a moan.
A fucking moan.
“Really, really, really,” Carter grunts, low and feral, before I hear something thumping.
So this is what I walked into.
They’re seconds from ripping each other’s clothes off. And they called me. They could have fucked each other senseless and I wouldn’t have known.
They didn’t.
Yeah, Carter and I asked for Amara’s permission the other day. This is different. In my head, it’s still their relationship.
This evening, they’re proving to me it isn’t. It’s ours.
Ours.
“I missed you too.” I press my phone between my ear and shoulder, unbuckling my belt. Not giving a fuck that the clock’s ticking. That my meeting is about to start. “You still at the shop?”
“Open the app and see for yourself.” Carter’s words get swallowed by another moan from Amara.
One of my eyebrows hikes up. “You know about the cameras?”
“She can’t hear you,” Carter murmurs. “He asked about the cameras.”
“Yup. Couldn’t care less.” Her hum is a sweet, faraway echo. “I just want you. Open the cameras, Killian. Please.”
She’s pleading. After we invaded her privacy, she fucking begs for us.
Then I realize what’s been bothering me. “Why can’t Amara hear me?”
“Because…” Carter’s voice hints to the answer. Amara doesn’t have a bud so she won’t listen in on the upcoming meeting. That’s fucked and I resent having to withhold secrets from her, but I won’t push Carter. “We’re playing a game.”
Heat spreads through me. Urgency, too. I drop my phone in my lap and put my AirPods in my ears. “Hold on.” I open the app on my phone and zoom in on the camera to Amara’s right.
Carter stands between Amara’s thighs. She’s seated on the counter, legs spread, hands raking his hair. He’s definitely hard, grinding into her. Dry humping our little flower girl.
The way her mouth is parted in pleasure, it’s evident he hits her just where she wants it. He’s got to be throbbing for her—for us. Thrusting into her warmth. She has to be soaking through her panties.
My own erection gets fucking uncomfortable. I don’t take myself out, instead fisting myself over my pants, biting back a groan.
“Kill, you’re quiet.” Carter’s attention splits between the cameras spread around and Amara. “You fucking your hand already?”
