Page 146 of Too Far

Finally, he pulls out, shamelessly fingering my cunt and gathering up his own cum from inside me. With a feral grin, he smears it into the puddle of mixed release beneath us.

Kendrick smirks, kisses my neck, and works himself out of my ass slowly.

His release slips out of my body, joining the mix. It’s an excessive amount of fluid. I giggle as I take in the visible evidence of our pleasure.

Who knew a cum puddle would be one of the highlights of my wedding night?

Kylian offers me a hand, but K shoulders in front of him.

“I’ve got her.” He catches me under the knees and whisks me off the bed. “You need to pee, then I think you need another bath, dirty girl.”

“Are you joining me this time?”

He snickers, then looks at the others.

“I’m pretty sure we’re all joining you, Mama. I told you: you belong to us. That means we also belong to you. Never apart, ever again.”

Tucking myself into the crook of his neck, I catch sight of Kylian and Nicky, who are indeed hot on our heels, their attention focused solely on me.

“I love you,” I whisper into Kendrick’s chest, cuddling closer, savoring the care, the fun, the sense of security, and the abundance of love I feel for each of them.

Chapter 64

Josephine

Ayawnsurprisesmeas I waltz into the kitchen. I lean into it, stretching my arms over my head, but startle when I open my eyes and find Decker cradling a mug at the kitchen table.

He’s the first one up—my guys are still down in the Den—and a surge of smug satisfaction hits me as I take him in.

His hair is mussed, his face is drawn, and his eyes are rimmed red, like he hasn’t slept at all.

Who knew marrying him would give me more ammunition when it came to riling him up?

Neither of us says a word as I prepare my coffee. I consider grabbing a blanket and heading out to the deck, but when I feel Decker’s attention boring into me, I risk a glance at him. He’s sitting at the table, watching me, wearing the saddest, most forlorn expression.

Taking pity on him, I sit in the chair across from him.

Clearing his throat, he sits up straighter and dons the stoic mask he wears so well. “How was your wedding night?”

I purse my lips and school my expression. How the hell does he expect me to answer that? Surely, he doesn’t really want to hear the details.

My body aches in the best possible way as I squirm in my seat. “It was fine, thanks.”

Decker glares over the steam rising out of his mug.

Wrong answer, I guess, but what does he want me to say? There’s no response that could make this moment less awkward.

He clears his throat again. It’s a nervous tic, I’m realizing, and one I’ve never noticed before. Probably because he’s rarely nervous.

“I’d like to take you somewhere today.”

My heart sinks. Here we fucking go.

I cock one eyebrow but say nothing.

“We don’t have time for a honeymoon… but I thought we could spend the day together. Just the two of us.”

Yeah. No. This isn’t happening.