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The corner of his mouth hitches, so fucking confidant, ridiculously handsome. I’ve never wanted to kiss a man more.
Katherine kisses my chest and my chin, teasing one hand through my hair. “Have I told you how handsome you are?”
Her soft question pulls my attention from her best friend.
“You think so?” Elation zings through me.
“Painfully so. It’s rude.”
I throw my head back and laugh. I will never get enough of this girl.
King moves in closer, one hand clamping over her hip. “Relax for me.”
Her breath whooshes out, and she rocks forward, away from his intrusion.
“Easy, Princess. I know King would rather die than hurt you.” I cup her cheek, falling deeper under her spell. And his.
“He’s right,” King admits.
“How do you know that?” she whispers.
“That’s my girl. Let me in so I can make you feel good,” he says.
I glance up at Alex. “Because that’s how I feel about this jackass.”
Alex grunts, hand stilling on his dick. “Who you calling a jackass?”
“They’re over here teaming up on me, and you’re just playing with your joystick.”
He laughs. The sound wraps around me like a warm blanket, soothing parts of me I didn’t know were agitated. How does she do it? How does she bring out the best in us?
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
I glance back at Katherine. Her eyes have lost focus again, and they start to roll as King strokes deeper.
“Fuc—” I feel him. So much bigger than the plug. And I swear he’s rubbing against the underside of my cock on purpose. “Distract her.”
King’s tendons are on full display as he holds himself rigid, pumping his hips gently. “God, I can feel you,” he grinds out, jaw clenching.
“I can feel you too.”
Katherine whimpers. “I can feel you both.”
“Good girl. Keep breathing. Almost there.”
My lips curl up in a smirk that I see reflected on King’s face. She sounds like she’s in heaven. “Are we making your toes curl yet?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through her mouth. “Oh god.”
“That’s not our name, Wildfire.”
She sags against me. “Mmhmm.”
I never thought I’d see Katherine Montgomery rendered speechless, but as King and I find a rhythm, driving her incoherent seems possible. Probable.
“What are our names, Princess?”
She moans again.