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A groan rises in my throat, and my molars grind to shut the damn thing down. The choked sound and my silence get Killian’s attention back to my face and thank fuck for that.
This isn’t the time or place for him to see my cock straining in my slacks.
“I have thought this through.” Going for the casual look, I shrug. “Nothing. Nothing’s felt off. I’ve been hyper-vigilant the few times we spent the night outside or when I’d visit her at her shop.”
“I’m sure you have.” He levels me with his penetrating gaze.
That’s his love language. Harsh and meaningful deep glares. The people he dislikes—basically everyone other than me and recently Amara—get something else. They get a chilling blank stare.
“Whoever’s behind it—if there’s someone behind it at all—will pay for what they did.”
“That’s great, Carter.”
His nearness, his hand on my knee, the dark shadows on his jaw… it confuses me.
“No one touches Amara and gets to enjoy another breath,” I go for the truth. For words that wouldn’t mean something else. “No one.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Four words. Four words and my mouth clamps shut.
This isn’t the first time he’s said this to me. After yesterday, though, they hit differently. A whole fucking lot.
My jaw works, and I want to tear his hand off of me. I want to tear it off so I can get on my knees and thank him for his praise.
I’m a dominant through and through, always have been. Never switched. Never considered switching. But I will take Killian’s cock up my ass. In my mouth.
When we’re together. When he’ll be soaked with Amara’s arousal. She’ll play with me while I suck him off. The perfect little trio.
Time slows as we stare into each other’s eyes. His are as firm as the flat line of his lips.
Neither Killian nor I speak. We don’t need to. The charged energy in the room does all the talking for us.
He inches closer. I smell the mint on his breath. Every hair of his groomed stubble. Each thick, dark eyelash.
I won’t let him kiss me. I won’t pull away either. I can’t. He pulls me in. Has me in a chokehold.
Move away. Move the fuck away. You have a woman. Remember her? Ama—
“Flower delivery.”
What a surprise. A pleasant one. A needed one.
As if summoned by my thoughts, Amara’s voice emerges into the room. She doesn’t knock. Doesn’t have to when the staff told her we’re here.
My sweet, naughty girl didn’t mention she’d be here early. Probably didn’t want any of us joining on her deliveries.
I completely forgot she was supposed to come in today. By the look of shock on Killian’s face, so had he.
The three of us are in the same room. With Killian and me hot and ready to fuck. My Amara who wants us—both of us.
Her sweet presence snaps me out of my trance. Stirs my desire to play and wreak havoc.
We’re doing this.
This is the time.
Right here. Right now.
