Page 8 of Break (Next Level #6)

Kerrington

I’m in deep trouble.

I wasn’t kidding when I said Nicole was addictive. She’s going to be a fucking problem if I can’t rein in my goddamn urges and get some control over myself.

Just now, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless and make Landon watch. Make him shake with need. Have him begging on his knees for me to do the same thing to his ass as I wanted to do to hers.

And watching her suck on him like she has some kind of oral fixation and his cock in her mouth brought her soothing comfort?

Damn . I want to experience it myself.

Except we haven’t worked out the dynamics of our throuple yet and I’m Landon’s Dom. His needs are my priority. And her needs, it seems, are his priority.

When we’ve taken a woman to our bed before, we played around and had fun, but Landon remained a sub the whole time. Always. With Nicole, he’s completely different. I like seeing him this way. He’s an excellent switch. But what happens when this week is over? Are we just supposed to go back to being the way we were before, or will there be a Nicole-shaped hole in our relationship that will eventually break us apart for good?

“Smoke’s coming out of your ears.” Landon’s dressed from the waist down. He snags his shirt off the floor and saunters over to me with a playful smile on his lips. When he sees my face, however, his humor fades. “Kerr, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He drops into serious mode on me. “If you don’t want to do this, we’ll stop. We can bring her back to Mason’s and step back. She didn’t come to us to begin with. We practically kidnapped her.”

He’s right, but the thought of giving Nicole back feels even worse than keeping her here with us. “We need to understand what’s wrong with her.”

“We will.” Landon’s brow pinches, and he squeezes my shoulders. “But I’m still yours, Kerr. With or without Nicole.”

My heart clenches and I can’t get my brain and mouth to sync up. Staring into his eyes, I want to confess a lot of shit I’ve been holding back, but now isn’t the time. So, I distract us both by kissing him. I can still smell Nicole’s arousal on his lips. My cock stirs and I deepen our connection by grabbing the back of his head and kiss him harder.

He groans in my mouth, and I swallow it. His hands skate up my sides until one hand grips the back of my neck, the other is buried in my hair, and he yanks me by the roots. I hiss in half pain, half pleasure. “Watch it, brat .”

“You’re so turned on right now you can’t think straight,” he says with a shit-eating grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way before.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, but I grab his hard dick instead. “Pot meet kettle.”

“Fuck right, I’m turned on.”

We’re playing a dangerous game, and I don’t want any of us to get hurt.

“You have to be careful,” I warn. “Her aftercare is just as important as everything else. And her mental state right now is… unstable.”

“I know.” He lets out a heavy sigh.

We’re both worried about Nicole and giving her physical attention is only part of what she needs.

Landon cringes. “Does it make me a real asshole to be a little relieved that she’s hit rock bottom, though?”

His tone has my heart deflating.

“I want her happy and taken care of,” he explains. “It should be us that gets that privilege. No one else. And…” He rubs the back of his neck and winces. “Fucking hell, Kerr. If she had to sink to the bottom to be with us again, I’m— "

“I’m ready,” Nicole announces from our bedroom door. She’s in one of my button-down shirts and has a thin belt wrapped around her waist to make it look more like a short dress.

Oh hell no. “It’s too cold outside to wear that.”

“You’ll keep me warm.” Nicole shoots back just before glancing over at Landon, seeking his approval too.

“Fucking. Stunning.” He prowls over and kisses her with all the finesse of a charming prince.

Her laugh spreads heat through my cold chest. I completely understand Landon’s confession and I think that makes us both grade-A assholes because having her with us is all I’ve wanted. If we’re her rock bottom, so be it. I don’t care what we are to her as long as we’re something .

“So…” She nervously tucks her hair behind her ear. “Where are we going, boys?”

“Yeah, Landon. Where are we going?” I cock my brow and wait for him to speak.

“I have no idea.” Landon grabs her hand and kisses the back of it. “But we’re going to look good doing it.”

Typical Landon. He always thinks he can sail through life with no compass or instruction. I’m the opposite. I have a well-thought-out plan for everything, including this trip. Aaaand then Nicole happened, knocking everything off its axis, even if I’m secretly happy she’s back in our arms. I guess not everything can have an itinerary.

“Kerrington, where do you want to go?” Nicole asks.

Honestly? Nowhere. I’m tired, not hungry, and I’m still locked on the fear of what will become of us after this week is over. Nicole obviously gives Landon something I can’t, and she fills a hole in my heart that Landon can’t touch.

Jesus… are Landon and I really not enough for each other? Has that been our un-climbable wall this whole time?

Is Nicole the missing piece or a motherfucking wrecking ball?

I’m not good at relationships or expressing feelings, and I never saw this dynamic with Nicole coming. I’ve been content with Landon for two years, and when we get an itch, we bring a woman in and scratch it. Temporarily.

Nicole’s not temporary material. She’s eternity. Strong and broken. Funny and terrifying. Beautiful and lethal. Because mark my words, if we aren’t careful, her leaving us again will probably kill my relationship with Landon.

I think I’m going to be sick.

“Earth to Kerrington,” Landon says. Concern dances across his face when I swing my gaze towards him.

My chest is too tight. I can’t take a full breath .

“Kerr,” he says with worry. “Hey, whoa.”

Next thing I know, my ass is planted in a chair and Landon’s squatting down in front of me. I don’t like looking weak in front of him. I don’t like feeling all these fucked up emotions.

Landon glares at me. The conversation we just tabled hits me like a sledgehammer.

Landon’s right to be worried about us.

I’m just as fucking terrified.

I can’t lose you. Ever. The words catch in my throat as I stare at him.

He shakes his head, as if hearing what I can’t say. “We’re solid.”

“Are we?”

“Absolutely.”

The pain in my chest doesn’t ease. I think it’s because I have something more to confess and now would be a great time to say it, except my mouth and brain keep misfiring. Especially when I notice Nicole watching us with a deep wrinkle between her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

I don’t ever want her to think her presence is a problem. She needs us right now, and we need her too. At least I know I fucking do.

A shaky exhale leaves me. “We have to always be honest with each other.”

“And we have been,” Landon says, then tips his head at me suspiciously. “Haven’t we?”

Loaded. Fucking. Question.

Say it, Kerrington. Just fucking say the words!

Again, my mouth runs dry, and I remain silent, staring at Landon until movement catches my attention. Nicole works her way towards the bedroom door, and I snap into action. There’s no way I’m going to let her walk out of this motherfucking suite without us and I know damn well she’s going for her bag so she can run again. “Don’t you dare move, Duchess.”

She freezes.

Turning my attention back to Landon, I answer his honesty question. “Yes.”

The lie cuts me in half, but I can’t admit the whole truth right now. I’m still trying to figure things out for myself.

“Shopping,” Landon suddenly says. Standing up, he puts on his shirt and grabs his boots.

“We’re going to get a little retail therapy tonight and then we’re coming home, piling into the king-sized bed, and vibing.”

Nicole and I look at each other, and I think she’s waiting for me to approve.

“Okay,” I say calmly, rising to my feet. “Let’s go.”

Grabbing Nicole’s hand, I give it a reassuring squeeze and we leave the penthouse, with Landon leading the way.