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Last but not fucking least, we have to be honest with each other. The three of us.
I’m a firm believer in do first, talk never. Thing is, if the three of us don’t fess up to our feelings right this minute, we’ll end up worse than we had in the conference room.
We need to clear shit up.
“No one’s breaking up with anyone.” I stay in place, loosen my tie, and throw it to the floor. “Amara gets me, don’t you?”
I catch the moment realization dawns behind her chocolate brown eyes. While Killian remains tense at her side, her teeth bite into her bottom lip. My gaze drops to her hard nipples and the outline of her piercing.
She arches her back, her full lips curving up. “I do.”
“Carter, leave her the fuck alone.” Killian puts himself between us, his hands on my pectorals, ready to push me. “She isn’t one of your toys.”
He’s a wall of a man I’m dying to lick.
Whose nipples I dream of sucking.
For him, I’d get down on my goddamn knees.
Talk first, fuck later.
“She’s into my games.” My arm outstretches to Amara as an invitation, and she comes to my side. “Except tonight and every night after, we’re done playing by ourselves. We’re done being just the two of us.”
I grip Amara’s chin, tipping her head up. This close to her, I smell jasmine. Jasmine and Killian. Her swan-like neck smells of him.
I’m drawn to finding out what he would taste like on her. Fucking obsessed.
My lips part. My mouth and tongue trace the sweet taste of her cheeks, going lower, where Killian’s smell is the most prominent.
The taste of him on her does exactly what I thought. It makes me wild. Makes me groan with pleasure. Amara moans when I bite her, her little fingers clinging to my dress shirt. One of my hands grabs Amara’s waist, and the other delves into her hair.
Killian’s silent. After getting my fill, I gaze up, watching his dark gaze eyeing us intently. Still in place. I need him. I feel Amara’s energy coursing between us. She needs him just the same.
“We have one person in mind.” My fingers brush the underside of her swollen breasts.
She tries to wrench herself from my grasp. Amara and her kink of being my prey. It stirs the predator in me awake and my teeth clamp on her throat to keep her in place.
“No,” Amara cries out. She’s in pain. The good kind.
“Be a good girl and tell me you want me.”
“Always.”
The air Amara and I share stirs. Gets heavier.
Killian’s shadow blocks some of the light.
My cock jerks in my pants. My Prince Albert grazes my briefs. The mild pain heightens the insane arousal taking over me and I’m getting really fucking restless.
“Tell Killian you want him with us.” I pinch her pierced nipple, coaxing a delicious scream out of her. “Tell my stepdad you want him.”
She whimpers. Whispers something that sounds a lot like mm-hmm.
A rough hand rests on my nape. Long, big fingers slide around the side of my neck possessively and wrap around me.
I cast my eyes up to find Killian’s dark, hungry ones roaming over the two of us. Eating up Amara and me in turns.
“This little dream of yours from last night, pet.” I slide my hands to her hips, thrusting her body to mine. Bumping her belly to my erection. My cock jerks every fucking time. “You wanted it. Wanted us.”
