Page 89 of Third Offense

Unwinding. Exploding. Releasing all the tension of today. This week.This life.

Right into Layla’s sweet heat.

Where she milked me, squeezing every drop as she fell off the cliff of oblivion with me.

Novak roared at my back, his domination complete as he emptied himself inside me.

Panting. Shaking.Throbbing.

I felt so damn used. So fucking complete.So damn right.

I kissed Layla, my emotions pouring out of me again and directly into her—my heart. She would keep those feelings safe. Hold onto them for eternity. Be mine for as long as I could breathe.

And Novak.

Novak would be my strength when I needed him. My spirit. The one I could rely on when life fucked itself up.

I breathed out all my bad energy and inhaled their collective presence, my being feeling somehow complete again.

It went on for minutes.

Until eventually the three of us retired to the shower.

Where Novak licked my essence from Layla’s sweet cunt, making her come all over again while I kissed her through the whole experience.

It was erotic. Euphoric. Exactly what we needed to heal.

I kissed Novak when he finished, longing for a taste of Layla’s cherry flavor.

All the while she watched with lust-blown pupils, her pants urging us to jack each other off for her.Ontoher.

Then we smeared the essence across her skin, claiming her in the most hedonistic manner imaginable.

Only to wash her clean and worship her with our hands afterward.

And later with our mouths in the bed.

Until finally, she passed out, the pleasure too much.

She was sprawled against Novak’s chest, her head against his heart. But his eyes were on me as I settled behind her.

We good?he seemed to be asking.

I swallowed and gave a tight nod.We’re good.

He reached for me, his fingers brushing my jaw. It was an uncharacteristically sweet gesture from him. Intimate, too. “I believe you,” he said, the words ones I hadn’t expected him to voice. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

Now I swallowed for an entirely different reason. “Thank you,” I told him.

His icy gaze sparkled in the night, his possessive energy surrounding all three of us.

He’d felt my weakness tonight, my broken state, and he was telling me now that he had my back. No questions. No demands. Just a simple understanding. One I appreciated more than I could tell him.

His hand left my face to rest on Layla’s head.Ours, that touch said.

I leaned down to kiss her temple, agreeing with him.Ours.

Then I curled myself around her, my head close to Novak’s shoulder, and closed my eyes.