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Cool. We’re locked on the balcony covered in piss, and now Oakley’s gonna have to come save us.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

Holli and Wyatt have been alone together for twenty-nine minutes.

I try not to notice. I really do, but I think I always will. At least I haven’t written about it. In all honesty, I don’t want them to find the note. Because I’m not jealous. Not like I used to get with Poppy. I didn’t think Poppy cared about me, and I know Holli does. And I want her and Wyatt to have good things. I just want to be there with them.

Restless energy buzzes through my veins, but I force myself to take a breath. My shoulder twitches, but I grab it, the pressure of my grip grounding me.

Holli has been distant. And that’s fair. If she never wants to speak to me again, I understand. Doesn’t mean I don’t want her to.

I’m giving myself a pep talk when banging and knocking start from the bedroom. I pause. The knocking continues, and there’s muffled yelling.

I dart into the room, and they aren’t in there, but I see them outside on the porch. Moving over, I try to open the door, but it’s locked.

Ah, they locked themselves out. Unlocking it, I step back.

Holli comes inside in just a shirt, holding up her finger. “I don’t want to hear it. The door locks on its own.”

I scan Wyatt’s eyes, hoping they have that wild edge of Ky in there. But instead, his expression is hard and serious. Wyatt follows behind her, big and imposing, sans shirt. I try not to notice the fact that his pants are unbuttoned, and his crotch is wet.

Oh my god. Did she squirt on him? My cheeks get warm.

Suddenly, Holli is there, her small hand around my throat, and I look up at her, startled. Her gaze is searching, and I can’t help but imagine what she’d look like riding me while she gave me those eyes.

I stiffen in my pants because I am, in fact, a glutton for punishment.

Holli smirks. Wyatt is behind me, his huge frame pressing into my back. My heart is racing. What’s happening? Holli passes Wyatt some sort of look that he returns. His gaze snaps to mine, arresting me in its intensity. His eyebrow raises, and he moves. His arms wrap around mine, and he pins them behind my back.

“What…”

“Do you want to prove how sorry you are?”

“Yes.” My answer is immediate. No hesitation. I’ll prove how sorry I am for the rest of my days if she lets me.

“Sit.”

Holli gives the command, and Wyatt drops to the floor, sitting me on his lap, still pinning my arms. Then Holli is there, working my pants down. My heart races with the thrill of it, my dick hard since she looked at me.

Holli drops over me, warm legs wrapping me up. She grinds against my dick, and she’s wet. Immediately, I groan.

“I need you to hold on until I come. Got it?” Holli reaches down, grabbing my dick, and tracing the tip along her center.

I tremble and nod.

“Good boy.” She sinks down on top of me, and I’m wrapped in her soft, wet heat. She starts bouncing, and ecstasy twists up my spine. Oh fuck, I have to hold on. Frantically, I think about anything else. About the way they didn’t shut the balcony door fully. About the trees outside and the⁠—

Fuck, Holli is so wet already, and she lets out a throaty groan as she grinds against me, pelvis pressing against my torso. I feel her clench around me, and for a second, I think my vision goes white.

“Fuck,” Holli cusses, grinding harder, and she clenches again and again, and I sputter. I think she’s trying to kill me.

“Christ,” I hear from behind me. “Mousey, this is hot.”

I drop my head back against his, barely able to hold back the pleasure.

“You’re rubbing against my dick so good. Keep riding him like that, Holli.”

She does, and I can barely stand it, feeling Kyan’s hard dick against my ass.