“Can you stay with him today? Kings can’t get to him here, but he’s not going to stay idle long. I think you can give him a reason to stay in bed.”
“Levi said no strenuous exercise.”
“Right.” I leaned over her, pinning her back to the bed. “Good. No fucking him until we all go to the clinic.”
We both glanced over at Ryatt. Breath slipped past his slightly parted lips. Long dark lashes feathered against purple and red bruises. His chest rose and fell with a restless sleep. During the night, he’d grunted every time he’d had to shift positions.
“Have you talked to him about us yet?”
She smiled. “He called you our boyfriend last night.”
We kept our voices low. “It’s not going to be easy, Micki. I’m not worried about us. And I know you’ve caught feelings for him.”
“So have you. Don’t deny it. I see the way you look at him.”
“Does it bother you that I find him attractive?”
“No. He’s beautiful.” She worried her lip between her teeth and draped her arm around my neck. “But I don’t think he’s open to more with you.” She pulled my lips to hers.
I couldn’t be in bed with her and not touch her. I slipped my fingers under her shirt and covered her breast with my palm. Her mouth opened, and I kissed her, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting her in a way that had my dick hard and grinding against her hip.
“Do you think he’d kiss you if I was kissing you?” I kissed her again, sliding past her teeth and flicking her piercing with my tongue.
We spoke in between filthy kisses. “A three-way?” She smiled against my lips.
“Uh-huh.” I kissed her again, reclaiming my place in her bed. I rolled her beaded nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Maybe.” Her head pressed into the pillow as I trailed kisses along her neck.
“Think he’d watch me fuck you?” I bit on the tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck.
She sucked in a sharp little breath. “Now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Probably should break him in a little slower,” I said with a chuckle and put a few inches of space betweenour faces. “Does the idea of having us both make you wet? Would you fuck me in front of him?”
Not that she hadn’t already fucked him in front of me. She squirmed beneath me. “Yes, but you can’t fuck me when he’s hurt.”
I pressed up on one bent elbow. “I can’t wait six weeks.”
“Neither can I.”
We both snapped our gazes to the left.
“You playing possum, Rizz?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.” Ryatt’s eyes were still closed, but a smile curved his lips. “I heard you’ve caught feelings for me.”
I chuckled and rolled off McKelle, but I didn’t move my hand from her breast. “You’re hearing things. Probably the concussion.”
“Good,” he said and stretched. “This situation might get awkward if you wanted to fuck me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck you.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Ryatt groaned and then wrapped an arm over his ribs.
“Easy, man. Take it slow. You okay?” I asked him.
“I’m good. Just don’t make me laugh. I gained some perspective yesterday.”
