I slide a condom down my length, hating every single second of it. I want to feel her bare, but I’m not going to do anything to fuck this up. I’m putting her first. I always will.
I slide the head of my cock up and down her soaking wet slit until her breathing deepens and I can feel her desperation in the air. When I sink into her pussy, her limbs wrap around me and I’m powerless against how fucking good it feels.
My strokes are long and deep, wanting her to feel every inch of me. “Your sweet pussy swallows my dick like you were created to take me,” I grit out through my teeth, our eyes locked together. “Because you were. You were made for me, Edison. Made for us.”
Her eyes glaze over, and she’s lost to the feeling between us, the pleasure, the fire that runs so hot it almost burns. I speed up, but don’t let myself fuck her without abandon, as much as I want to. I want her to feel each stroke, to know it’s all for her.
I stroke her clit, my voice fathomless, “You’re going to come all over my cock, pretty girl. You’re going to cover my length in your sweet juices and your pussy is going to beg me to follow right behind you.”
“Please, Coyle,” she squeaks.
I move faster and rub her clit in time with my movements, building us up, letting us feel, forcing her to understand, to know, to see. I don’t stop until she cries out and tumbles over the edge of bliss, her eyes rolling back into her head.
I’m just a man. A man powerless under the surrender of our woman. I follow right behind her, coming so damn hard my eyes cross for a moment.
I kiss her sweetly as we ride that feeling, holding onto it for as long as we can. I don’t want it to end, but I know it will.
As I pull out of her, she lets out a little noise which reminds me of a contented cat, and I chuckle under my breath. I get her cleaned up and then myself. When I step back into her room, she’s fast asleep.
I hate it, but I leave her a note with all our phone numbers and the understanding that she isn’t quite ready for me to be there when she wakes up. When I walk out, I make sure everything is locked behind me. It’s difficult as hell because I know, with every step, I’m leaving my heart behind.
With her.
CHAPTER 9
JUDE
The sound of the door closing behind Coyle is still reverberating around the room as Killian starts to pace. I watch him warily from the couch and I swear I can feel his shame, his discomfort, and his anger. It’s all directed at himself, and I don’t like it.
Not at all.
We both stalked her for months. It was bound to come out at some point, if for no other reason than she would need to know what she was getting into and the type of men we’re asking her to love. Now she knows, it’s out there.
The knowledge that there are still secrets to be spilled is like acid on my skin, but I push aside the feeling. For now. A day of reckoning will come, but it’s not today. Enough things have come to light already for one day and I have no other choice than to put my faith in Coyle that he’ll smooth everything over.
I stand abruptly and step into Killian’s path. When he stops his eyes slowly come up to meet mine and his eyebrows pull together. I hate the uncertainty in his eyes.
“What?” His shoulders slump and his voice is thready, “Are you going to lay into me now? I shouldn’t have gone in after you two, but I just,” he leaves the end of his sentence fluttering in the wind, deflated, defeated…just like him.
I step into his body and when Killian goes to step back, I grip his shoulders and slam my lips onto his. His gasp of surprise is the opening I need to slip my tongue between his lips. It’s different from kissing Edison, deliciously so, but it’s not less. Not by a long shot.
There’s a beat before Killian starts to kiss me back and his slack arms come up and wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. I feel his cock harden against my own, already rock hard and ready to explore this between us. We’ve been walking around like the attraction between us is a fucking sideshow at a circus, but it’s not. It’s important and just as right and natural as what we feel for our girl.
“Jude,” he groans against my mouth before he rips us apart.
I look into his eyes, a fierceness coming out of me in a snarl, “Don’t you dare push me away. We need this.”
“What about Edison?”
I narrow my eyes at him before I drop to my knees and yank open his pants. I don’t give a fuck about being slow, gentle, or kind right now. “What about Edison? I might not know everything about her, but I believe she’d be right there,” I point at the couch, “eager for a show if she were here right now.”
Killian groans and his head drops back as I pull his pants and boxers down to let his cock spring free. I look up at him, a dark chuckle coming from deep in my chest. “How the hell did I not notice your piercings the other night?”
As I slide a finger over the three bar Jacob’s ladder he’s rocking, Killian sucks in a ragged breath. His voice is strained, “We had other focuses that night.”
I smile as my hand wraps around the base of him before stroking him slowly, knowing it’s going to drive him up the fucking wall. He needs this and so do I.
“You’re the only focus right now, Kill,” I growl the words, the need to taste him before I bend him over the couch and fuck him is almost too much to take.