Page 14 of Too Far

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“Jo? Are you in here?”

She calls him in, and he doesn’t even bat an eye when he finds her on her knees before me.

I knew he’d be good at sharing.

Kylian’s practical. Logical. Strategic and quick.

He strides into the room and halts before us, his attention completely focused on our girl.

“You’re okay?” It’s more demand than question. With a tentative hand, he cups her jaw.

She hums in the affirmative and rises up on her knees to nuzzle against his thigh. “Kendrick wants to play.” Pulling back a little, she takes him in, raking her teeth over her bottom lip. “I texted Nicky, too.”

Behind his glasses, assessing blue eyes dart up to me. “First, define play. Second, it took a while for Decker and me to convince Locke to go to bed. He’s asleep. I can wake him, if you want, but—”

“No.” I lift my chin and hold his gaze. Nicky’s not okay, and we both know it. He’s far from it, in fact. The way he reacted when the photographer touched our girl was so out of character for him. He’s not violent. He doesn’t lash out. Between the physical pain he’s dealing with after the incident and the mental anguish that comes with unnecessarily berating himself for losing his cool, he needs rest.

“Think you can handle her for me?” I ask. “She’s already made me blow my load twice. I need someone else to tap in for the next round.”

“Of course I can handle her.” Scowling, he grips his shirt at the back of the neck and whips it off. “What kind of question is that?”

With a brow raised, I regard Jojo. I’ll let her work her Kylian magic.

“He’s not doubting you.” She places her palms on Kylian’s denim-clad thighs. “But if we do this, I want to do exactly what K says tonight,” she explains. “For me?”

His eyes widen, like understanding has hit him.

Yeah, Kyl. You’re not the boss in this room.

He holds out both hands and helps her to her feet, eyes ablaze as they scorch up and down her naked body. Shaking his head, he makes his declaration.

“Not just for you, Jo. For him, too.” Then, turning to me, he asks, “How do you want us?”

I rise up and kiss Jojo on the back of her shoulder, smoothing my lips over her soft, supple skin. “You’re still good, Mama?”

She nods, pressing into me and pulling me toward her until she’s effectively sandwiched between the two of us.

With her consent, I regard Kylian.

“I already filled her up. Lick her clean and fill her up again.”

He smirks, his focus flicking to Jojo for all of two seconds as he confirms that she’s on the same page. “Yes sir,” he finally replies, never taking his eyes off hers.

“Careful, Daddy,” Jojo rhapsodizes, smoothing her hands up his bare chest. “He’ll like it too much if we both call him sir.”

Fuck yeah.

We’re doing this.

“I bet he would,” Kylian murmurs, kissing along her neck and ghosting his hands up the curve of her hips and over her ribs.

Leaving Jojo in his capable hold, I saunter over to the corner of the room and heave my reading chair forward. It scrapes against the floor, groaning as I drag it to the end of the bed. Once I’ve got it positioned where I want it, I make my way to my nightstand.

Over my shoulder, I watch Kylian press kisses into Jojo’s jaw, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on me. Raising both brows, I pull open the nightstand drawer. “I assume you’ve seen the emails, Boy Genius?”

“Sent some and saw the responses, yes.” He grasps Jojo’s hips and guides her until the backs of her knees connect with the mattress. Then he deftly pushes her down until she’s spread out on my bed for the taking.