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“You may,” I breathe out.

Ribbons of white spray over Colt’s hand as Saint judders against him. He grabs Colt’s face and kisses him, moaning into his mouth.

I don’t let myself come. Not now. Even if I want to. I need more. So much more.

Pushing myself back onto my shaking legs, I join them. Saint tips his head back, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. So, I run my hand along Colt’s jaw, tugging him to look at me.

“You two go clean yourselves up, and I’ll be waiting,” I whisper against his lips.

“Please tell me it involves either you sitting on my face or my cock in your pussy.”

I smile against his lips. “Both if you’re lucky. Maybe Saint would enjoy watching for a while as he recovers.”

Although I’m not sure I’m ever going to recover from this.

Colten was right. It works because we trust each other. That he’s constantly checking in on me. It’s something I can tick off. It’s a note I can store in my memory that what Colt and I have is different from anyone else he’s fucked.

It’s something far greater than either of us can even explain.

And any doubt I had nagging, even in my subconscious, begins to clear.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

Colten

I splash some cold water on my face as Saint steps out of the shower.

“You ready for round two?” he asks.

“Yeah. I think my wife is about to keep us pretty busy. But you get a break now. When you’re done, take a seat, and you can watch.”

“Cool,” he says, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. I head back into the bedroom and lean against the black post of the four-poster bed.

“Bra off,” I order when her eyes meet mine.

She grins. “Nope.”

“Is that a hard limit?” I ask out of curiosity. She’s already got her pussy out and came pretty damn hard for me, with Saint having a good view.

“Nope. I feel like not doing as I’m told,” she sasses.

A growl erupts from me, and I crawl across the bed, yanking her down by the ankles and then resting them on my shoulders.

“Colten Sterling!”

I press the tip of my cock against her pussy.

“Yes, baby? Do you have a complaint?” I ask, running my finger underneath her new tattoo. It is still a little red around the edges; she must have got it done in LA.

The bed dips as Saint sits on his knees beside us.

“I thought you promised to be a good boy, for one night?” she teases.

A groan rips through me. “I’m begging you. Please let me fuck my wife.”

“Hard. Colt. I need you.”

She gasps as I push inside, inch by inch. It feels like home. I rest my weight on my forearm, stroking her hair from her face. “Saint wants to hear how loud you scream for me, viper.”