McKelle surged up. “Are you having sharp pains or difficulty breathing? Levi said to watch for those things.”
“Yes to both. Pains in my temple, like ice picks, listening to Cruz declare his love for me.”
She furrowed her brows. “I’m serious. Any difficulty breathing?” she asked.
“Not yet. But you can help me with that.” He leaned up, cradled her cheek with his hand, and slid his palm beneath her hair to curve around the back of her neck.His mouth slanted over hers, and his tongue teased past her lips.
As he kissed her, I tugged on the loose neck of her T-shirt, exposing the soft slope of her shoulder and pressed my lips to her satiny skin. With the wet sounds of their mouths, I could almost feel their kiss. My gut tightened as my dick hardened.
“I’m trying to be good,” I said as I reached under her shirt and filled my hand with her tit. “But I want to fuck you so badly.”
But I’d promised McKelle neither of us would be inside her until we’d been to the clinic.
She turned and crushed her lips against mine. I kept my eyes open, staring at Ryatt as she kissed the fuck out of me. The tension in the room shifted. Teasing morphed into temptation.
Focusing on Ryatt, I lost the rhythm of our kiss, and she turned feral. A low purr vibrated from her into me. Then she fucking bit my lip. With an instant reaction, I curled my fist in her hair and tugged her head back, breaking the kiss. She gasped a breath and smiled.
I wiped my lips with my fingers to see if she’d drawn blood.
“What was that for?” I asked.
One of her perfectly sculpted brows lifted. “For using my mouth to kiss Ryatt.”
Ryatt combed his hair from his eyes with his fingers. “No, that wasn’t what he was doing. This is all about you, baby.” He grabbed her jaw, tilted her face, and claimed her mouth.
There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her. His hand slid lower and collared her throat. Tongues twisted together, wild, fierce, and so fuckinghot. A rush of heat pooled low in my gut and flared into my balls.
I cupped her skull, and with a bit of pressure, turned her face back to me. A cut on his lip had split, leaving a streak of blood across her mouth, stained by his kiss.
Fucking hot. I kissed her with a wild and reckless need. She whimpered, and her other hand tugged Ryatt closer. I held her breast, pinching her nipple with just enough pressure to make her squirm. Her hands were everywhere, on me, on Ryatt, threading through his hair, and gripping my thigh.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Ryatt whispered.
McKelle broke our kiss, and her ragged moan filled the silence between the three of us. Ryatt pumped his arm, his hand in the boxers she was wearing, and his fingers crammed inside her.
Careful of his wrists, she gripped his forearm and rode his hand. We both watched her face as she closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and shattered. Her body jerked and twitched as her climax ripped through her.
As the final spasm ebbed, her grip on my thigh and Ryatt’s arm eased.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Ryatt leaned in and kissed her.
I slid off the bed. “You mean afternoon. Either way, it’ll be better with coffee.”
Ryatt twisted his legs out and winced. “Fuck.” He took a couple of shallow breaths then stood. “I missed my check-in with my PO. I’m not worried about Treena. After the Kings fucked her up, my tenancy in the halfway house is over. Hopefully, I can grab my clothes. I don’t have much.”
“I’ll bring you coffee and something to eat.” McKelle scrambled off the bed. “You need to stay in bed.”
“Can’t. I need to sort this out with my PO. He’s going to ask questions. I’ll lie and tell him I wrecked my bike.”
I grabbed my cigarettes. “You two fight it out.” I wagged my brows at McKelle.
“I don’t fight with Ryatt like I fight with you.” She grabbed her jeans.
“There’s nothing to fight about.” Ryatt followed me out of the bedroom. “I don’t have a choice.”
“I’ll meet you in the chapel.” They walked around the corner, and I knocked on Tank’s door.
“It’s open.” His grumbled reply came through the door.
