“It’s temporary, I promise you.Once we get to Lucky’s, you’ll have your fill of both of us.”
I'm going to hold him to that because all I can think about is being full of them in every possible way.
“In that case …” I jump onto the bike behind him, taking the helmet he offers me and throwing Lucky an apologetic look.“You’d better drive as fast as he says you do.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He revs the engine over Lucky’s laughter, who doesn’t look disappointed in the least.All I know is, if I’m dreaming, nobody had better wake me up.
THE END
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start over
The tension is thick as I follow them into the office.I can still feel where Lucky trailed his fingers down my sides and the pressure of his thigh between my legs.
Now Sterling is looking at both of us like we’re a feast he’s ready to devour, and I’m more than willing.
Lucky’s voice drips with the same fire that’s burning through me.“So, Mac, how can we help you?Or did you come to talk about the weather?”
I know what I’m expecting when we walk in, but it still takes me by surprise when Lucky closes the door and Sterling is on him, pressing him into the wood and kissing him hard enough that I hear their teeth click together over the bar’s music.
“You know what I want.”
“Yeah, I do.”
They trade kisses like blows, grabbing at each other’s clothes, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Lucky grabs Sterling’s wrist, holding it up to stare at the tattoo there—a four-leaf clover.“When?”
The back of Lucky’s neck goes white under Sterling’s grip.“The year after I left.I had to.I needed a way to keep you with me.”
“Fuck, Mac.”Lucky surges forward, their mouths meeting with force.
Sterling catches me watching while his tongue is still in Lucky’s mouth, his eyes so dark that they’re almost all black, and Lachlan moans loudly.There’s no hesitation as he grips Lucky’s hair and pulls his head back for a kiss that is deep and filthy and immediately sets my skin aflame.
Fuck.
Sterling pulls back, his gaze never leaving mine as he stands tall and licks his lips.“Mia.”
That’s it.Just my name, rough, and my heart is pounding.
I move, called to him like a magnet.
I’m expecting the same treatment, the same hard, insistent pressure charging at me, and I want it; I’m ready.
Instead, he goes slow.Brushes my lips with his so lightly that I might be imagining it.I need more.With his hands cupping my cheeks, Sterling keeps me still and pulls back.I ache to follow him and lean forward, testing how far he’ll let me push.
“Wait,” he says, holding me in place.
His breath ghosts my cheek, and I feel his lips just out of reach, but he doesn’t move.
Why won’t he kiss me already?
“Be patient, Mia.”
A soft sound escapes my throat, but I stay still.
