Page 116 of Raise Me Up

As I stride into the kitchen, I hear the screech of a chair, followed by the trill of melodic laughter.

A quiet chuckle slips out of me. Can’t blame Beau for his enthusiasm. It’s been hard keeping my hands off either of them since we arrived home from our hike, especially with them showing off their tempting bodies in workout clothes. Might be another kink of mine.

We’ll explore it later.

As much as Beau fought for my attention while we cooked dinner, I maintained self-control, determined to feed them before we engaged in more rigorous activity.

He can call me a menace all he wants. His health comes first.

Stealing glances at them, I have to bite back another laugh. Beau’s making a show of pushing Stas up against every surface along the way to his bedroom. They’re practically clawing at each other, ripping off clothes and leaving them scattered on the floor while they kiss.

If he thinks this is some kind of torture for me, he’s dead wrong. Not sure there’s anything I love more than watching the two of them falling deeper into each other.

I pick up my dish scrubbing pace, trying not to think about how much time I’ve let slip through my fingers, wasted on meaningless sex I believed would fix the black hole heaving in my chest, when I could have been spending my days in bliss with them.

This right here is my fix. What I needed all along. And I’m committed to doing whatever I can to keep them around for years to come.

A lifetime if they’ll have me.

I give the heavy thought a minute to sink in. While I’m not sure I’ll ever learn to trust myself—not after what I had to become to survive under my dad’s roof—I trust the two of them fully.

If they believe I’m someone worthy, then I’ll just have to learn to love myself.

Pushing out a deep breath, I dry my hands on a towel and make my way toward Beau’s bedroom. Judging by the sheer volume of clothes tossed onto the floor, they must be naked already. It’s hard to tell with no lights on in the room.

However, I canhearthem. Whispered praises and whiny, broken moans that have my cock filling.

I switch on a floor lamp, my blood heating at the vision of them tangled up in the bed. The sexy roll of Beau’s hips as he grinds his erection along Stasi’s toned thigh has me questioning what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of that long, beautiful, pierced cock.

Now that’s a curious fucking thought.

Dropping my shirt onto the floor, I prowl to the side of the bed. Big brown eyes flick up to me and drink in my exposed ink with desire.

When Beau doesn’t break away from trailing kisses along Stasi’s collarbone, I run a hand through his hair and tug him up onto his knees. He groans in pain-filled pleasure.

I tease my mouth along the sharp cut of his jaw. “You that desperate to fuck her pretty cunt?”

His Adam’s apple bobs under my lips. “Yesss.”

“Mmm. Would you like that, angel? You want Beau to fuck you?”

“Please,” she gasps, reaching for him.

I flash a smile. “Such sweet beggars.”

Beau tries to nod, but I’m still gripping him by the roots of his hair. I pull him into a hard kiss, gliding my tongue along the hot seam of his mouth until he opens for me. I run a palm over his bare chest, stroking his pebbled nipples and then moving down quivering stomach.

I skip right over his cock to grip his balls, earning a nip from his teeth on my bottom lip.

“Careful, trouble.”

Beau growls. “Need to come.”

Moving my hand from his hair to his jaw, I hold him under my gaze. I’m half expecting to see fear reflected back at me. My pulse thunders, my brain flashing warnings that I’m taking things too far. That I’m too aggressive. That I’ll end up hurting him again.

Beau’s eyes soften. His fingers brush along the inside of my forearm. “You know I love this.”

After a quick nod, I release him. “Move to our angel’s side. Show her what those wicked teeth and tongue can do.”