Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
I wish I was hard again. I wish I hadn’t come at all. I’m already planning on how I want to fuck her with Reed again. Next time I’ll take her mouth first. And that sweet ass of hers is going to need to be prepped.
A low groan of approval leaves me and I crouch down to be closer to Kat.
“Be a good girl and please us both,” I whisper as I kiss her. Her hazel eyes are half lidded as she moans my name. Mine, not his.
“I’m not the one fucking you right now, Kat.” Reed lifts her knee up, slamming into her deeper and harder. “Come on his dick like you did for me.”
It doesn’t take long for them to each find their release and all the while I wait for the anger, for anything other than a deeply satisfied content.
Even when he comes in her, I fucking love it.
Even as her hand slips between her legs to keep from making even more of a mess, all I want is to replay what just happened over again.
It’s quiet as he leaves her, gathering a hand towel from the bathroom and bringing it back to her.
She doesn’t look at me and he doesn’t either, not for a long time. Not until I help Kat up and the vulnerability stares back at me.
I kiss her. At first it’s quick and then she reaches up for more and I mold my lips to hers.
“You able to stand, Hellcat?” I nip her lower lip as she straightens herself. “Barely,” she manages and then blushes as she peeks up at me.
She’s utterly gorgeous, with her hair a messy halo and her cheeks flushed. “I just need the bathroom.” With a smirk on my lips, I help her get to the door. All the while Reed’s in the background, taking off the sheets and laying down the comforter so we can sleep on that tonight.
Leaving her in the bathroom, I make my way back.
The moment we’re alone, Reed questions, “So, you’re not going to kill me then?”
“Is that what you thought?”
“For a moment … I questioned it.”
“Figured you’d try to get laid one more time before I ended you then?” I joke but he doesn’t laugh.
“I mean it. I love her but I love you too. I just … I don’t want to lose either of you. I barely made it this last year.”
It takes every bit of the man I am to admit to him the truth I had to accept last night, “I don’t think I can keep her on my own. Not when I know she loves you like you love her.”
“You could. She loves you more.”
“Who would I be without you, though? I need you and if you’re going to be here, you’re going to be around her.” I lick my lower lip, cutting him off when he takes pity on me, rather than simply accepting it.
“It’s always been the three of us. I want to keep it that way and if it means, I share her … then that’s what it means.”
I’d rather share her than lose her. Right now she might choose me, but when I fuck up again, and I know I will, I don’t want her to question it. I want her to have my best friend right there, so she can confide in him and love on him until she’s not angry at me anymore.
“I might lose her if it’s only me, but together we can have her forever.”
“You’re talking like this is more than just a one-time thing,” he states although it’s more a question.
“It’s whatever we want it to be. I want to take care of my uncle and get the hell out of here, maybe disappear to the West Coast?” Ever since Kat said the club was dead, it’s slowly sunk in. Maybe I just needed to hear her say it, or maybe I needed the fear of losing her to settle deep into my bones. “All I know is that I lost you and her once, I’ll do whatever we need to do, but I want to deal with my uncle before we head out.”
Reed only stares back at me, nodding before telling me, “I’ll see what I can find out.”
Reed
It’s late at night when I get the message from my guy at The Ruin. He knows somebody on the West Coast—a guy named Derrick who used to be tight with someone named Seth, the right-hand man of one of the Cross brothers. We were given the blessing to leave, to take refuge there with new IDs, new passports, a new life.
It’s a gift in exchange for the information about Cillian’s uncle Eamon. The Ruin verified it and said they’d take care of him, and it would be the end of the Cavanaugh Crest.