“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” I told her. If she were going to be with two men, she had to be able to share and share thoroughly, not just her body, but her words, too.
“Why else do you believe I wouldn’t touch your mother?”
She cocked her head to the side. “For the same reason you believed me. My mother doesn’t lie, but she spins the truth to her liking. I believe she was in your bed, not only now but in the past.”
I nodded once, admitted what I had hoped to never tell her. While the woman was a bitch, she was still Sarah’s mother. I had a feeling she loved the idea of a mother, but didn’t like the one she had.
“Yes. A while ago when she was between husbands. She had her sights set on me. I made it clear then that I wasn’t interested.”
“She’s out of money. That’s why she’s back. Why she’s clearly desperate.”
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound offended. “I’m not that desperate of a catch.”
That made her smile, the corner of her full lips tipping up, her eyes brightening.
“There’s my princess,” I added, my voice soft. I reached out, slid my finger along the necklace, knowing she was mine in all things.
She launched herself at me, her arms flying around my neck, her head resting on my chest. I almost fell backward from the impact. Wrapping my arms about her, I held her as tight as I could yet allow her to breathe. I felt the press of her breasts, the softness of her legs, the heat from her pussy, even through my jeans. My lips went to her temple and I kissed her, breathed in her sweet scent, savored the feel of her in my hold.
“Your mother’s gone off with Archer,” Wilder said, his hand caressing her back. “He’ll make sure she’s gone and won’t bother us again.”
“That’s right,” I added. “I’m done talking about your mother. What I want to know is why you were waiting for us, kneeling and naked.”
She tried to pull back and I loosened my hold so she could do so, but only enough so she could look at us both.
“Because I wanted you to know I give myself to you. Wholly. Completely. I don’t want to think about anything but your touch.”
Wilder groaned. My dick pulsed against my jeans.
I took her hand and lifted it to my lips. “Your finger with our rings is all we need, princess.” I kissed them, felt the metal warm from her skin against my lips.
Her dark eyes flared. I saw love there. Need. I saw everything.
My whole world.
14
SARAH
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“We’re probably the most vanilla doms ever,” King murmured, kissing my knuckles.
I arched a brow, tried not to smile. “You restrained me with your belts when you took my virginity,” I countered. “That’s far from vanilla.”
“Perhaps. We’ll do it our way, whatever it is. As long as we do it together,” he added.
“You looked beautiful, princess, kneeling and waiting,” Wilder added, leaning in so he could kiss me.
I rose up on my knees to get closer to him, my breasts brushing King’s arm as I did so.
“You’re naked. Does that mean you want us to fuck you?” Wilder asked.
“It isn’t obvious?”
His gaze went all dark and stern as he sat back away from me. “Is that sass?” he asked.