Page 159 of Lucky 14

“Please.”

“No.” The answer is out of my mouth before Kyan can say anything. I’m sure of this no. Just as sure as I was when I told Oakley not to leave the house.

Oakley doesn’t get to come. Not this time, and maybe not for a long time in the future. Maybe I’ll edge him fourteen times, one for each day I had to play the game. Maybe he’ll get lucky the fourteenth time, maybe not.

Kyan gives me a look that slowly twists into a grin. Like he sees what I’m thinking and approves.

“You heard her. No, it is.” Kyan looks me up and down. I’m hot and worked up, and I just want to leave so I can make myself come.

“You owe her an orgasm.” Kyan pats Oakley’s thigh. “Get her seat ready.”

I freeze. Wait, he wants me to come? Here? In front of both of them?

Oakley licks his lips, panting. “Please, Holli. Let me make you come.”

“Suffocate him.” Kyan shrugs. “You deserve at least an orgasm out of this.”

For a second, I hesitate. Coming feels vulnerable. Dangerous. Letting them see me lost in pleasure?

Then, Kyan’s words register. I deserve it. At first, I kick back against the thought, but the truth of that statement hits me. You know what? I do deserve it. I’ve been fighting for my life. I deserve a chance to feel good. I don’t have to be vulnerable. It’s just messing with my body, which has already been done.

I break out of whatever is holding me back and pull my pants down, swinging my leg over Oakley’s face. I don’t give him a chance to adjust, just sit on his mouth.

Oakley immediately moves his mouth, licking up my slit. I ride, using his tongue to stimulate my clit. He adjusts, latching on to my clit and sucking. It makes pleasure burst through my core. I barely even notice that Oakley’s hands are free and he’s gripping my thighs hard enough to give a small bite of pain. I press all my weight down into him.

He needs to pay.

And he does, sucking my clit and moving his jaw to stimulate it at the same time. The orgasm builds until every muscle is tense.

I can’t hold it any longer. I come, exploding all over his face in waves of ecstasy. Oakley eats me through it with muffled groaning. The orgasm is powerful, rocking my mind and putting me in a haze of pleasure.

When I clear the haze enough to feel that Oakley is trying to get me off again, I move off him. He doesn’t deserve more than one. And I think if I stay, I’ll never get up again.

I catch my breath, panting. Kyan takes my place, shoving his dick into Oakley’s mouth. The groans and wet sounds they make do nothing to help the pleasured fog to clear. I remember why I’m mad, but it’s hard to feel it right now.

There’s a groan, then Kyan is coming. When he rolls off Oakley, he lies beside me, panting. “That was good as fuck, mousey. Now snuggle me.”

He grabs Oakley, pulling him to him.

“Please,” Oakley groans.

“Nope.” Kyan just nestles his head in Oakely’s neck. “Lady makes the rules.”

I’m starting to come to my senses, and I move to get up, but a heavy hand claps down on my thigh. It’s Kyan.

“Stay?” he asks.

And in this moment, I realize I have nowhere else to go. What am I going to do, go downstairs and hang out alone?

I’ve been doing that my whole life.

So, I stay. I stay with Kyan and Oakley and lie in silence, staring at the ceiling. As I do, I’m forced to acknowledge the tough emotions that come with betrayal. I stare at the plaster, trying to sort them out. Trying to feel them.

Then, soft snores come from beside us.

Kyan is asleep.

I won’t sleep. I know that much. Not with Oakley. And yet, I also won’t leave. Nothing is okay, but in this exact moment, there’s a weird semblance of peace. And I’ll accept that. Just for now.