Page 99 of Kill for a Kiss

Their fingers trail along my inner thighs. Two different touches. Sterling’s more purposeful and precise. Stan’s more curious and casual. Together, they leave me gasping and trembling.

Sterling slips down until he’s under me. His mouth brushes mine again. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs, low and deep.

“Feels like I’m on fire,” I whisper.

“Perfect,” Stan says, voice thick, punctuated by the sharp sound of his palm smacking my bottom. “Means we’re doing this right.”

Sterling rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. My body’s between them, strung tight from their warm kisses and heated touches. Sterling guides me downward, easing me onto him, and I feel how ready he is. His length’s hard and leaking. Or the wetness might be all me.

Stan grabs my hair, gently pulling, exposing my neck for Sterlingto kiss. I can’t stop moaning.

“I love watching you like this, Elle,” Stan says, close to my ear.

“Then watch,” Sterling growls.

He slowly leads my hips down. I sink onto him, inch by inch. The stretch steals the air from my lungs. Seconds later, Sterling stays still. He waits for me. My cheeks warm at the thought. It takes a moment, but when I start to rock my hips, needing more, his hands grip my hips.

Against my back, Stan sighs. “I hate you a little right now, Silver.”

Sterling’s smirk is subtle. “Good.”

Stan’s hands are on me again. My breasts. My sides. My hips. I’m surrounded, filled, and consumed. I don’t think I’ll survive this. Not the way I did last night. Not without the blindfold. Because now, I see him. Sterling under me, staring back. And it utterly ruins me.

He’s everything. My entire world. His immaculate body moving with mine. His shaft thick and perfect inside me. His face tilts up, more beautiful when it catches the firelight that it aches to look at him. His heavy-lidded eyes alone make me forget how to breathe.

He thrusts faster. I cry out. Stan captures my chin, turning my head to the side to catch my cries in a kiss. His mouth is hungry against mine as he rocks his hips forward on my back. His thick shaft grinds between my cheeks. Not inside, but almost. His teasing pressure on my other entrance is enough to make my spine seize.

“God, you’re both—” I try. But I can’t say more. I’m too full, too overwhelmed. The pleasure builds and builds, fast and dizzying.

“I know,” Stan murmurs, kissing along my throat. His breath is unsteady. “I know, babe. Just feel it. Let go for us.”

Sterling’s hand finds mine, his fingers lacing gently through. His touch lights fireworks behind my eyes as they roll back, fluttering closed. When I reach my peak, their names spill from my lips like prayers too filthy to say out loud. But they’re out in the open air thatthickens between us, tangy with the smell of our sweat.

I collapse on top of Sterling’s chest, boneless and trembling. Stan groans against my back. “Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s not even fair.”

Sterling doesn’t answer. He simply holds me, still inside me, his breath as uneven as mine.

Time slips. I don’t know how long we stay like that, in this quiet, all tangled and dazed. But eventually, my body settles. The tremors ease. I start to feel the room again.

Then Sterling moves, slowly lifting me into his arms. Stan slips the flannel loose from my wrists. Sterling carries me, heading toward the bed.

Stan stands with a lazy grin. “Let me know if you need a warm-up round later, Elle,” he calls out, flopping back onto the couch. “That way, we can all finish like last night. Or I might actually die from blue balls.”

Sterling doesn’t answer. Neither do I. But I smile, amused. Heart full, even when I’m sore. Sterling lays me down onto the bed, brushing the hair from my face. Then, quietly, he reaches for the scarf. The one we left on the bedside table. The one that covered my eyes. But this time, he doesn’t lift it to blind me. He lifts it to take it away.

The blindfold’s gone. The fire’s dimmed. But the way Sterling looks at me…it lights everything up inside me.

“Thank you,” I whisper, still unable to say the words I truly want to.

Sterling says nothing, drawing the silence between us out. But the way he looks at me, the way his eyes soften…he cools the heat inside me. When I close my eyes, I can’t stop smiling, feeling safe, cared for, and claimed by the man I cherish with all my heart.

***

I blink awake to quiet. The fire has burned low. The cabin doesn’t creak with footsteps or echo with the sound of Stan’s voice filling the silence. Everything is still.

Sterling sits on a chair beside the bed, exactly where I knew he would be. Shoulders tense. Head bowed like he’s listening to my breathing. I can’t tell if he’s asleep or just caught in thought. He doesn’t move, still as a sentinel.

I lift a hand, reaching for him. “Sterling.”