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My eyes widen, but I don’t see anything around me. Nothing other than Killian Murdock. His ravenous gaze, the tic of his jaw, his strong nose. Every pore on his skin. His overpowering intensity.

“And the other way around. How you’ve been touching Carter. How he looks at you when he bends you over and fucks you on the kitchen island.”

I knew it. Yesterday and today solidified months of this sweet notion I’ve been having. Those silent conversations they’ve been having. The idle, never-ending fire in the room whenever these two are there.

Words evade me. Killian stops talking, too. He’s watching for my reaction. Seconds of laden silence pass between us when his gaze travels across me. It delves lower to my neck, my collarbone, landing on my nipple ring. He shakes his head, breathing hard.

Despite the turned-on, stupefied state I’m in, I don’t forget what’s right and what’s wrong.

Carter’s not here to hear Killian’s confession. He deserves to be here for it.

Ignoring the heat in my core and the lust overtaking me, I talk. Because ruining this moment will save the three of us later.

“Uh, Killian, my eyes are up here.” It’s cheesy as fuck. Then again, I’m kind of short on brain cells at the moment.

“Beautiful girl.” Killian’s eyes are a wrecking ball, hitting my soul hard. Then his hand is on my throat. “I’m fully well aware of every inch of your body. Where every part of you is. Yours and Carter’s. Have been for months.”

Boom!

The sound of two duffel bags echoes in the vast space of the penthouse. Bags bearing my clothes and other shit I packed from home. A thunk that sounds awfully like a new body lotion that’s still in the box, too.

“Pet,” Carter says, his voice laced with the smile of his that I obsess over.

A smile I don’t see since Killian looms even taller to hide me from him. By the fierceness of Killian’s gaze, I’d go so far as to say he’s protecting me.

Which is unnecessary. I’m not in danger from Carter.

He’s not mad. I didn’t hear an ounce of anger in his voice.

When Carter closes the distance between us, appearing at Killian’s side, I have my proof as well.

At least I think I do.

“Carter, I—” Killian starts.

“Pet.” Carter sidesteps Killian, snatching me and pinning me to his front. He walks me over to the kitchen island, pinning my back to it.

Killian’s quick to follow. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Carter’s gray eyes are playful. He doesn’t smile, though. He doesn’t smile at all when he says, “You’ve been a bad girl, pet. A very bad girl.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Carter

Watching Killian hovering over my—our—girl is hot. More than that.

Motherfucking lava.

I hid in the shadows of the apartment, letting them bond. Giving him the space to open up to each other. Amara wasn’t cheating on me. Killian didn’t try to steal her from me.

He knows I want him. She knows we’re going to get him tonight.

Only thing is, I had no idea watching them together would give me one of the hardest boners of my life.

Our roleplay yesterday didn’t prepare me for this. For the full force of the desire for both of them barreling into my chest.

So, no, I’m not mad.

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