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I’m happy. Ecstatic. This is happening.
Carter grabs Killian’s hand. Killian’s broad shoulders are squared, and he keeps his focus trained on Carter. He’s looking at him the same way he looks at me sometimes.
Carter said it’s the look that means Killian needs.
Oh, Killian’s fixing me with this glare now.
There’s no apology behind his eyes. There’s also no mistaking the wickedness on Carter’s face.
The depravity.
The invitation.
The command.
I’m positive neither of them was about to do anything dirty while I was gone. They seem as if they’ve been holding back. Restraining their desires.
No need anymore.
I’m here.
I nibble on my bottom lip, ambling toward them. Giving each man equal amount of my attention.
Each step is calculated. Seductive. Teasing.
“Enough.” Killian’s warning thunders in the closed room.
My body reacts, and I stop in my tracks, less than a foot from Carter’s chair. Carter just tilts his head at Killian.
The older man shakes himself out of Carter’s hold. When Killian rises to his full, impressive height, he’s towering over his stepson and me.
I don’t miss the way Carter sends me one of his attractive, unhinged grins before turning his gaze up to Killian.
The confidence dripping from Carter is infectious. It injects courage into my veins. Bad thoughts into my head.
Neither of us says a word. A whole fucking lot is being communicated between us, anyway. In the silence.
Last night happened. The three of us are aware of it. The three of us feel it.
I’m breathing heavily. My heart’s doing all sorts of crazy things in its cage.
“Come here,” Carter repeats his request, outstretching his arm to me.
Hesitantly, I peek at Killian. At his fiercely snapped shut lips. The thick hard-on in his pants that he doesn’t bother adjusting. Much like Carter.
Wetness soaks through my panties. A shiver runs up my spine.
The room screams of sex and debauchery. Exactly what Carter and I talked about yesterday. The longer I stay in place, the more likely it is that the moment will be ruined.
No.
The last foot disappears beneath my feet as I hop into Carter’s welcoming arm.
Our movements and needs are in tune with each other. My body melds into his arm, and he hooks it around me, pulling me into his lap.
My legs hang over his side, my shoulder presses into his familiar chest.
“Good girl,” he praises, though he isn’t looking at me.
