Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She slips her hand into mine and then reaches over to take Riggs’s too, smiling at each of us in turn. It’s not for show, for the people watching and gossiping. It’s for us. “We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
“Seems like it,” I agree.
“Fuck yeah, we are,” Riggs growls with a cocky smirk.
“Last night, you sort of said something—” she starts, but then her eyes drop to the table uncertainly.
“I love you.”
Damn it, Riggs beat me to it and now, he’ll always be the one to have said it first. But as I watch Kayla’s head lift, her eyes find his, and the smile bloom on her lips, I’m glad. They have been through more pain than I have ever known, and seeing them take the risk, not only on love, but on us, is a gift I appreciate deeply. “I love you too,” Kayla tells him, her voice steady and sure.
Riggs leans forward, cupping her jaw as he presses a firm kiss to her lips, sealing their words.
As he lets her go, she turns to me. “Yeah, you’re alright, I guess,” I tease with a casual, no big deal shrug that breaks the solemnity of the moment. Thankfully, she laughs.
“You are incorrigible.”
“Psst. Hey, man, that five-dollar word means I’m hot, right?” I whisper to Riggs.
“It means you’re an asshole. Tell her,” he orders me gruffly.
The smile doesn’t leave my face, but more seriously, I say, “I love you too.”
“Yeah, if it’s a buy one, get one free deal, I guess you’ll do as the freebie,” she quips back. I dramatically mime getting stabbed in the heart and she laughs again. “I love you,” she finally says. “Both of you.”
And we look at each other.
I don’t know how we got from a wild one-night stand to being a throuple in love, but here we are. And Riggs didn’t fuck it up, and I didn’t fuck it up. Or at least, we haven’t yet. And Kayla’s not running anymore.
We’re together.
“Would you like to see a dessert menu this evening?” the waitress asks.
We’ve done what Kayla wanted to do with our public appearance dinner, and now, I’m ready to get her home, spread her out on the nearest flat surface, and write my I love you’s on her body with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. And watch while Riggs does the same to her.
“No thanks. We’re ready for the check, please.”
We make the long drive out to our house this time, wanting some privacy after the very public outing. I want to worship Kayla all night and into the morning. I want to imprint myself onto every inch of her skin so deeply that there will never be a doubt in her mind about my intentions where she’s concerned. I want to linger in bed, talking and touching and talking some more.
I want to love Kayla. I do love Kayla. Deeply, passionately, with more emotion than most would think me capable of.
“My bed tonight,” I order, guiding her toward my room. “I want you bare too.”
Kayla’s eyes flare as her breath audibly hitches. She’s always reluctant to let go of control, but when she does, she’s the one pulling us down the hall, urging us to hurry.
“Fuck, I want to come on you, in you, everywhere,” Riggs grunts, sounding like a fucking caveman as he rips his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. But his focus is solely on Kayla, the shirt ignored.
He steals her mouth for a deep kiss, his hands threaded into her hair as he devours her roughly, and when she breaks to gasp for air, he sends me an evil grin. “Take care of her while I take care of her,” he says wolfishly, dropping to his knees to do what he does best.
I claim her mouth then, tasting the wine she had with dinner. As our kiss grows, I slip the thin straps at her shoulders down, letting her dress puddle at her waist, resting on Riggs’s hands where he’s pushed her hem up, leaving her dress gathered like a red satin belt, her breasts exposed to my touch and her pussy open for Riggs mouth.
“I can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy quivering around my cock, Princess, but first, you need to come on Riggs’s tongue,” I whisper in her ear. “He’s hungry for you. Let him drink your sweetness down.”
She moans as his tongue finds her center, her head falling back and her back arching, and I suck one nipple into my mouth while I torture the other with my fingers. Every deep suck, every sharp nibble I make has her writhing harder and faster on Riggs, who has buried his face between her legs. He throws her leg over his shoulder, and we work together to hold her steady on her one still-heeled foot.