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Kerrington

By the time we get back from shopping, Nicole’s attitude has changed six times, and I can’t figure her out at all. One minute she’s happy, the next she’s closed up. I don’t like it and haven’t forgotten the fact that earlier she mentioned she knew we’d be at Mason’s this week and that’s why she came.

If she wanted to see us so badly, why not show up at our door instead? Hell, even a phone call would have been nice.

While I carry in the bench, Landon takes care of the rest of our bags, and we dump everything onto the living room floor.

Nicole doesn’t touch a thing. She just saunters into the suite and looks around like she’s unsure what to do next.

“Go take a shower, Duchess.” I slap her ass, sending her to the bathroom. “We’ll take care of all this and order dinner.”

“Umm. Okay.”

Once she disappears into our bedroom, I turn my attention to Landon. “We need to figure out our—”

Landon’s on me in a blink, crushing his mouth to mine, and marching me backwards until I hit the wall. The fire in his eyes spreads through my chest and straight to my dick.

The tension we toyed with in the store roars back to life and we volley dominance like he has any chance of gaining it over me. I love it.

“Easy, Trick.” I wrap my hand around his throat and hold him captive. I slide my free hand down his chest and grab his hard cock, rubbing my palm against it. “So fucking sensitive.”

“Give me something,” he begs.

“What is it you want?” I’d give this man everything if I thought myself capable of it.

“Anything.”

He always says this shit to me, but it hits differently this time.

Cupping the side of his face, I hold him steady and stare at him. Does he know how much he means to me? Does he know I’d burn the world down for him?

Does he know I’m also in love with Nicole and therefore can’t figure out what I want?

“Define anything ,” I nip his earlobe.

Landon’s knees almost buckle, and he groans in the most delicious way. Then he grabs the nape of my neck and holds me still. “I want the truth. I want to know what you’re hiding, Kerrington. ”

Fuuuuck.

I can’t give him that. I can’t admit that Nicole seared her name on my soul a long time ago. I can’t say that I’d count down the days for her next college visit, and once we all graduated and went our merry ways, I always looked forward to those pretentious galas we’d attend together. I never cared what the money raised was for. I just wanted to see Nicole again and if that meant buying a ten-thousand-dollar plate of shitty food to do it, so be it. Money well spent.

On the outside, I’m calculating and quiet. But I’m also clueless on how to show my love. Behind closed doors, however, I become someone else. Someone who takes charge and wants to spoil the hell out of those I’d die for.

Sex with Landon isn’t just about playing with our kinky sides. It’s the only time I don’t worry about anything and can give him all the attention he deserves. He’s the reason I wake up every day and try to be a better man.

“I love you,” I say gruffly, still holding his face. “Never think otherwise.”

This is the first time I’ve said those words out loud, even though I’ve said them in my head, and with my body, a million times before now.

It’s the only truth I’m willing to give him.

Landon swallows hard, his mouth clamped tightly shut. I swear the blood drains from his face. That truth bomb was definitely not something he was prepared to hear .

Great. Now I feel like a fool.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.” I honestly think I’m only confessing it now because if we survive this experience with Nicole, it’ll be a miracle. And I don’t believe in miracles. If I can tell him how I feel, deep down in my soul, at least once, then he’ll know what he means to me when this gets messy and blows up in our faces.

Landon’s mouth parts as if he’s about to say something, but I kiss him instead. I don’t want him feeling obligated to respond, and I think we’re all confused right now. His mouth is soft and full against mine. He smells incredible. Running my hand up the back of his head, I grab a handful of his hair and tug it. He groans against me and pulls back.

Our gazes lock, and there’s a lot of heat between us again.

Being with Landon is the easiest thing in the world. Loving him is next level, and I will never let him go. If we fall apart, I’ll do whatever I can to put us back together, even if it’s in pieces. Instead of saying those things, however, I focus on the physical side and play the role he loves me in.

“I’m going to take a shower with our Duchess,” I say. “And you’re going to watch us.”

He nods and we make our way into the bathroom where Nicole’s already in the shower. The water’s so hot, the place looks like a steamy sauna .

The glass shower door gives us a spectacular show of her arcing back to rinse her hair.

“Want company?”

She doesn’t hesitate to respond with, “Yes.”

I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower with her.

She looks up at me with big doe eyes. “Is Landon joining us too?”

“No.” I flash Nicole a killer smile. “Payback’s a bitch.” Kissing her gently, working my way into a more dominating one, I love how she submits so easily. I spin Nicole around, smashing her tits against the glass door to give Landon a phenomenal view. “Spread your legs for me, Duchess.”

There’s no need to make sure Landon’s watching. He wouldn’t miss a show like this for anything.

I work her over, touching, kissing, and devouring every inch of her sweet skin. I hate that she’s lost so much weight, but that doesn’t make her any less attractive. I don’t think this woman knows how to be anything other than stunning.

Instead of giving her an orgasm, I edge her until she’s whimpering.

Then I shut the water off.

“You want to come so badly, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are closed, face pressed against the glass wall like it’s holding her up. “I don’t want to be me anymore. ”

My breath catches. “What’s wrong with being you?”

Nicole slowly opens her eyes, and I watch her mask slide into place. “I’m cold.”

“Here.” Landon rips the shower door open and wraps her in a towel. “I’ve got you.”

As he drapes her in fluffy terrycloth, I hold her gaze. I don’t like the look in her eyes. It’s not sultry, it’s sad.

Silence blankets us while Landon dries her off. “I can do this myself,” she snaps at him.

He hesitates and almost backs off, but shakes his head instead. “You aren’t doing anything unless we tell you to, Duchess.”

Atta boy .

I read her facial expression, calculating my next move.

When she’s Nicole, she’s short tempered and frustrated. When she’s our Duchess, she’s… something else.

“I don’t want to be me anymore,” she’d said in the shower.

Nicole is a loud, bold, snarky, fearless woman who has carried the weight of everyone’s expectations on her shoulders. Her job is demanding and exhausting. Her family holds her to near-impossible expectations. Her circle of friends is miniscule and two-faced.

Duchess is quiet and does what she’s told. Her submission isn’t just a gift, it’s an entirely unique existence. Her smile in that sex shop was too genuine to be an act. And the way her demeanor shifts just hearing us call her that honorific is interesting. We barely scratched the surface of this dynamic last time, and I’m suddenly determined to see how deep we can go with it.

“Get on your knees, Duchess.”

Even with Landon still towel drying her hair, she obeys me.

It’s fucking scary.

We loom over her like two wolves playing with a trapped bunny.

“What should we have her do now, Trick?”

“Crawl.” His voice is deep and gravelly. Thick. He only ever sounds like that when he’s extremely aroused.

“Good idea,” I say with a smile. “Crawl, Duchess. Out of this bathroom, and into the living room. When you get to the pile of toys we bought you, stop and kneel with your hands in your lap.”

She looks like a cat prowling towards dinner. So much of her body is exposed for our enjoyment that my dick is painfully hard. Landon follows her out first, and I come up behind him.

“Strip and sit across from me, Trick,” I growl against his ear.

Landon does as I command, and I ease onto of one the sofas with my dick standing upright and throbbing.

Landon stalks over and sits down across from me, confusion and intrigue dancing on his face.

“Duchess, crawl over to him and lay across his lap with your ass up.”

Time to get some answers.