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Can feel it when he presses the corner of his mouth to mine. Our eyes lock on Killian’s. Calling him.
One of his hands remains firm on my cheek. The other one lets go of my waist. Of Carter.
For a brief moment, I worry he’ll revert to the strict version of himself. That he might think we’re too much. Everything’s so new.
Killian eliminates my fears. He inches closer. Raises his hand to cup Carter’s jaw. Presses his lips to where Carter’s and mine connect.
Wow.
My heart races as their mouths touch mine. They move their lips, their tongues exploring mine and each other’s, and fuck, I struggle to breathe.
This is everything I’ve dreamed it would be.
I cling on to Killian, locking my knees to keep them from buckling. It feels too good to be true. I’m at a melting temperature, and the hot water has nothing to do with it.
It’s them. Our lips glide smoothly together. We lick and nip at each other’s mouths and tongues, diving deeper. Breathing harder. Hands and hot bodies touch and caress and stroke. I can’t tell where they end and I begin. I just can’t.
I inhale their scent. I feel them. Until the water goes cold, until I’m well and truly spent, I revel in the most wonderful symphony ever known to mankind.
They help me out of the bathroom, then the two men dry me off. One of them carries me to Killian’s bed. I have no idea who, since my eyes are heavy and my brain is foggy. I’m exhausted and blissed out.
I’m out of it. And this out-of-it state gives me the courage I need to ask, behind closed eyes. “Can I stay here?”
The firm “Yes” and “Always” wash over me and send me straight into a peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Carter
My eyes blink open to a familiar feeling.
One of Amara’s legs drapes over mine. The other slides between my thighs. Her hot, naked pussy and tits press against the front of my body. Jasmine. Soft curves. Shallow breath tickling my chest.
The room’s dark, so it’s safe to assume it’s sometime around the middle of the night. Doesn’t matter though. I see my beautiful pet.
Her eyelids are heavy on her beautiful eyes, eyelashes resting peacefully on her pink cheeks. I’m already brimming with desire for her.
She’s sleeping and still seeks me out. I’ll never tire of that.
Out of habit—same as I’ve done many times before—I take her with me as I scoot to a sitting position. Ready to feed her my cock. Get her teeth scraping my shaft and giving me the most delicious kind of pain as I face-fuck her while she sleeps.
My dick swells just thinking about her waking up from gagging on me. How fast she comes when she has my seed for breakfast instead of coffee.
The tip of my cock presses to her plump lips. Aching to push against them. Past them.
And… I don’t do it. For the first time since Amara and I started dating, I stop myself from violating her while she sleeps.
My instincts scream to put her mouth where it belongs. My ever-softening heart twists, forcing me to stop. My fingers are dug deep in her silky tresses, ready to do it, and I can’t.
I’m split in half, because there’s a void in this bed that’s not mine.
Because something’s missing.
Someone.
Killian.
The memories of this evening slowly creep up on me, and like a really good fucking nightmare, I can see—no, feel—everything.
