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I had a feeling I’d be on my knees with her often. Apologizing since I was a dumb ass. But also because I wanted to worship her. We’d just shown her how, with her between her men. We’d take her everywhere and we had a lifetime to do it.
I’d share her with Jed, but no one else. Not the asshole who’d been watching. Not with Jed eating her pussy from behind, thumb buried deep in her ass as she sucked my dick. Kaitlyn’s body, the sight of her aroused, lost to the passion we built, her cries of pleasure, her screams as she came… all of that belonged to us. No one else.
I still tasted her. I knew the feel of her silky soft, slick pussy. The way it gripped and clenched. The color of it. Fuck, it was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And Jed had been lucky enough to be the first to get into that virgin ass, to carefully open her up to just his thumb. Soon she’d take our cocks, one in her ass, the other her pussy. Make her ours officially. Fill her with our cum in both holes and there would be no mistake, no denying the truth of whom she belonged to.
Oh, we’d get it all official, a marriage license from the courthouse, but that was a formality. We’d already made her ours, and I had a feeling she was just starting to understand that.
Jed opened the passenger door, climbed in and Kaitlyn scooted into the middle between us—right where she belonged, her thighs bumping ours. He was breathing hard, his face flushed.
“Well?” I asked.
He cupped Kaitlyn’s cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded and he kissed her, quick and fierce.
“I chased him two blocks.” Jed looked to me. “About six feet, one-eighty. Dark hair. Had on jeans and a light colored hoodie. Got in a silver four-door and peeled out.”
Kaitlyn stiffened beside me. “Oh god.”
“What?” I asked.
“It’s Roger Beirstad.”
“Beirstad? Didn’t T go to school with the fucker?” Jed asked.
I grunted. I didn’t remember the details behind my brother’s dislike of the guy, but it didn’t matter now. Only the fact that at thirty, he was a fucking lurker. A creep who’d been standing outside Kaitlyn’s window. Where she was usually alone.
“Why do you think it’s him?” I’d go after Beirstad, lasso his ass and fucking hog-tie him, but I wasn’t going to do it to the wrong man.
Kaitlyn glanced at her lap. Her fingers fidgeted. “We dated.”
I knew she’d had a past, had men in it. She was gorgeous and twenty-five. Of course she’d had men. But her saying the words made them real. Now I really wanted to go after Beirstad for getting his hands on our girl.
“Not like this. It wasn’t like… us. And we’re not even dating. God, I don’t know what to call us,” she commented.
No, we weren’t dating. We skipped dating and jumped to exclusive in twenty-four hours. The fact that there was a man fucking lurking at her window also meant we’d jumped to living together. There was no way in hell she’d be spending one more night alone without her men to protect her. The scent of her pussy filled the cabin of my truck. It was on both our faces, our fingers.
Jed glanced at me over her head, but we stayed silent.
“We went out on two dates back in July. The first one was pretty bad. No connection. But since it was a blind date set up by a woman from the library, I felt I had to try again. So date two.”
She sighed.
“What the fuck happened on date two?” Jed asked. “Tell us, baby. I promise, this guy won’t get near you again.”
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “He said I was The One.”
I swore. “No wonder you freaked with us in Jed’s office.”
Looking up at me, she shook her head. “No, it’s not the same. Sooo not the same. Yeah, it should be just as creepy with how fast this is going and how ridiculously possessive you are, but it’s not.”
“What else? That can’t be it if he’s showing up and snooping around your house almost two months later.”
“There were conditions. I had to lose weight to be the perfect wife for him. He judged, criticized. Nit-picked. I told him no, that I wasn’t interested, but he told me I wouldn’t find another man, not being a Leary. No one would want me.”
Shit. No wonder she’d been so upset. I’d only reinforced what Beirstad had told her. I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
“It was just a lunch date. I even paid.”
