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Rhett added a second finger.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Sky chanted, her forehead deeply dented in a frown as her back arched slightly.
“Shh.” I attempted to soothe her since Rhett kept silent. “Come here again,” I whispered and tugged her face down to mine. I kissed her again, desperate to offer her something else to focus on while Rhett readied her body for him.
Thank fuck she held still or I would have blown my load before Rhett even breached her ring.
Coming was inevitable—and when I did, I laser focused on accomplishing at least one of my goals.
Surely fate had led us together. I could trust her for the rest.
Sky would give me a child, and even if I didn’t live to see my son, she would be there to hold him.
And Rhett too.
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Skylar
Initial double penetration was not what I’d expected.
Those smutty romance novels were lies wrapped up in rainbows and heart-shaped clouds of stark, painful reality.
It felt like Rhett had shoved his fist up my backside even though it was only three of his fingers. His dick, I knew, would stretch me beyond even those.
Ashton licked into my mouth, trying to distract me, but I couldn’t take my focus off the man behind me—or the memory of his walking out on me mid-conversation in the kitchen as I’d poured my heart out to him.
Zero damn regard or sense of human decency lay inside his heart in that moment, and I felt like a waste of his time.
Had it not been for my connection with Ashton, for the bond that had settled into place between us, I’d have packed up my shit and left.
Lived on the streets.
Escaped Rhett’s negativity, the way he made me feel worthless and unwanted, same as my sister always had…
No—I wouldn’t have. Bitterness and self-preservation had insisted on those courses of actions I’d ended up dismissing.
Rhett had feelings for me outside of annoyance—I’d seen it in his eyes that night he’d taken me on the couch. Regardless of what he might think, our coming together had been more than mere fucking.
We’d shared on an intimate level in that moment, something achingly sweet and precious.
It had to be fear that kept his emotions bottled up.
I’d finally found the strength to call him out, but he still seemed…distant even though his fingers pumped deep into my ass in the most intimate experience of my life.
I breathed easier, finally relaxing enough that the burn eased.
He pulled out and spread my cheeks, and I’d never felt so damn naked and vulnerable in my life. My pulse thrummed from more than arousal for the sweet man beneath me and the hope we might create something beautiful just like I’d told Rhett.
Ash peered up at me with his expressive hazel eyes, capturing yet another piece of my soul with the happiness shining in their depths.
His dimple popped, and I swooned, going full-on boneless atop him. “That’s my sweet girl,” he whispered.
Something much larger than fingers pressed against my hole, but I focused on the love in Ashton’s gaze, the acceptance and adoration clearly written on his face.
Love you—
The thought ripped from my head as Rhett pushed against my barrier, and I hissed, fighting to keep myself relaxed.