His words had my eyes widening as he brushed another kiss to my lips and sat up, leaving me in a state of shock on the bed. I knew what King had said, but hearing the words of love from his mouth were completely different. And the fact that he’d been with no one else? Oh man. I could feel this Yates-and-Dahlia train speeding down the tracks, and I wasn’t positive there was a way to derail it even if I wanted to.
Although, for the record, if the man ever needed a bop over the head for being a jerk, I would still do it.
The bathroom door closed as I blinked, trying to clear my thoughts and wondering how I was going to make it through a day with these men without completely detonating, both from desire and affection.
How had I gone so long without any of this? I mean, it had come at a time where the other side of the coin was that I was having a personal crisis… but I wouldn’t trade any of this. This was what I had wanted for so long.
I let out a small groan, staring at the ceiling. My entire body felt needy. My skin was hot and tight, and my center was drenched. I felt my nipples tighten against my lace bra as I considered touching myself again, wanting some level of relief from this insanity. But if King caught me… well, actually, that was probably exactly what I needed right now. King’s form of punishment came with orgasms, and I was absolutely about it. My eyes closed as I imagined his hand around my neck and the firm grip he had been taking lately.
It wasn’t too tight, but it was enough to know exactly how he felt.
When I heard Yates turn the shower on, I hopped out of bed and made my way towards the door, not trusting myself to not join him. My stomach fluttered, wondering how he would react. Something told me I would be way in over my head with Yates, no matter when I decided to make my move.
Shaking my head, I headed towards the door, knowing there was only one way to survive this morning. Coffee.
Sweet, delicious, caffeine-so-you-don’t-attack-your-boyfriends coffee.