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“One more,” I demand. With one finger over her clit and two in her cunt, I work my well-coated thumb into her tight little asshole. “Let me play with these pretty little holes and make you come again, Mama.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, overwhelmed by the intrusion.
Her body’s still coming down from the first wave, and already, she’s clenching all around me.
“K, I can’t. I can’t just—”
I crook two fingers along her G-spot and work her clit hard and fast. “You can and you will. Give me one more, Mama. Show me how much you love being my girl.”
Determination sweeps over her features. She presses back, rolls her hips, and fucks herself on my hand as I bring her right back to the brink.
With my eyes locked with hers, I mouth, “I love you.”
Once more, she fucking explodes around me.
Her tight holes suck me in, pulsating around my hand. Her release and my cum drip all over, making a fucking mess down her inner thighs.
She’s right there—surrounding me, completing me.
In this moment, lids heavy, expression sated, and my jewelry around her neck, she’s never looked more beautiful. Or more likemine.
Chapter 15
Joey
I needed a shower after K fucked me from behind in front of the mirror. We both did, actually, but he rinsed quickly and told me to take my time and join them when I was ready. Apparently, Kylian had been pestering him about our whereabouts, but he promised to run interference.
I scrubbed my skin clean and reveled in the post-orgasm bliss for several minutes. Although I recognize it’s not just the orgasms I’m blissed out from right now.
Kendrick took such tender, loving care of me all afternoon. His explanation about the necklace and what it means to him helped me tremendously. It was also the reminder I needed.
Even if I react poorly or am having a hard time, I owe it to my guys to hear them out. Relationships are two-way streets. Or in our case, more like a five-lane highway. I need to try my best to communicate my needs while also staying open as we learn and grow together.
After my shower, I throw on clean sweats and a tank top, then secure my necklace from K in its rightful place. By the time I make my way into the kitchen, I’m feeling so much more settled about this day.
As I turn the corner, I see all four of my guys hovering around the kitchen island, talking among themselves. I pause, letting my gaze drift from man to man.
Contentment washes over me. How lucky am I to be loved by all of them?
As I pad across the floor, Decker spots me first. His dark obsidian eyes bore into my soul, regret and concern radiating from him as I approach.
I go directly to his side, wrap my arms around his waist, and press up on tiptoes. “We’re okay, Cap,” I assure him. Just in case that’s what he needs to hear. Then I kiss him sweetly, letting my hands travel up his broad back until my fingers are tangled in his hair.
Kylian clears his throat.
I break away from my husband, grinning. “Yes, Daddy?”
He stares at me, deadpan, through his glasses. “Come here.”
I give Decker one last peck, then dash into Kylian’s arms.
“You’re okay.”
It’s a statement, an assessment, and a question, all concealed in two little words.
“I’m okay.” I hug him close and let him hold me. I hate that my reaction today affected him. Especially because I suspect Kylian did not contribute to any of the birthday overwhelm, despite being the original source of information.
He brushes my braid out of the way and brings his lips to my ear. “Today has been weird. Tomorrow is Sunday. You’ll be down in the Den by seven a.m. and not a minute later.”