No doubts.
No heartbreak.
No questions. Just the heat pulsing under my skin and the dangerous truth I can’t ignore—I want them both, and pretending otherwise feels like a lie. Especially when I want ever damn thing they’ll give me.
Lifting my head, I spot Arina and King cuddled beneath the sheets, limbs knotted together, completely lost to the morning sunlight seeping through the heavy curtains. They look peaceful—too peaceful for what this room’s been through. I put on my clothes while workers move through the space like ghosts, quietly collecting bottles, straightening cushions, pretending we’re not even here.
Saint leans against the back of the headboard, arms stretched wide, watching me with a half-smirk that makes my stomach flip. “You sleep so peacefully, but you moan in your sleep like a fucking Porn star. Had me hard as hell just listening to you breathe—it took all my strength for me not to wake you up with my dick in your mouth.” His tone playful, but the way his eyes drag over me makes my cheeks burn.
I roll my eyes, pulling my shorts up over my thighs. “Don’t tell me you were just lying there, staring at me like acreep? And I’m curious on how you know what a porn star’s moan sounds like.”
His grin sharpens. “Couldn’t help it. Besides, Cairo was out cold—someone had to make sure this tight little pussy didn’t go wandering. And that’s a story for another time pretty, but I don’t mind telling you.”
“Good,” I tease, jealousy threading through my words. “Because you don’t have a choice.”
“Mmm… jealous already, pretty? We just met,” he grins.
“Oh, whatever.” I scoff, adjusting my bra and shoving my breast back into place.
Cairo pushes up on one elbow, his laugh low and rough, his voice still thick from sleep. “Out cold? Trust me, I didn’t miss a thing.” His hand slides casually up my thigh, fingers brushing close to where I’m still sore, and his gaze darkens. “I remember the important shit, like how you were screaming my name.”
Across the room, Arina sits up shaking her head, laughing as she smooths her hair in the reflection of her phone. “You two are shameless.”
King hooks an arm around her waist, tugging her into his lap and pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Don’t start, baby. You were louder than all of them.”
Her mouth drops in mock outrage as she smacks his chest. “Shut up King, I know you’re not talking—you snore like a damn dragon.”
We all burst out laughing, the harmony sound filling the room. The raspy deep laughs from Saint and Cairo flood through my chest. I can’t help but smile at the sound of it.
After we’re all dressed, we push open the door, and the party from last night gone. Workers in polos move fast, clearing bottles, wiping tables, vacuuming floors until the place looks untouched—like the sex poker night never existed.
The main house gleams under the morning light, pristine, and perfect. Everything about it screams money—more than I can even process this early. The pool glitters quietly, a few stray cups floating along the edges. My heels click against the stone as Saint falls into step beside me, his fingers intertwining with mine. Cairo walks close behind me, his presence impossible to ignore. His hand on my hip slips lower, cupping my ass like it already belongs to him. A nice reminder of last night—a memory I can still feel in my entire body.
“Cousin’s either still knocked out,” Saint says casually, pulling open the sliding glass door to the main house, “or he’s busy balls-deep in somebody upstairs. Either way, we probably won’t see him till later.”
Inside, the house is intimidatingly expensive. The bar stools shimmer with a gold trim; the refrigerator gleaming like it costs more than I make in a year. Even the backsplash catches the light like it’s been dusted in gold flakes, each tile glistening against the deep onyx cabinets. The better cream light marble floors glimmer faintly, and every baseboard glinting with a thin line of gold, tying it all together.
It’s borderline unreal.
I drag my fingertips along one of the counters, half-expecting the gold to smear or flake off beneath my touch. It doesn’t. And for a moment, I’m left wondering if it’s real—though with everything else in this place, how could it not be?
Saint pops open a water bottle with one hand, handing it to me with a slow, wicked smirk. “Here, pretty. Gotta hydrate after getting fucked the way you did last night.”
I take it, sipping slowly, my cheeks warming even as I roll my eyes. “You’re so full of yourself,” I mutter, though my lips betray me with a faint smile.
We head for the front door, the driveway gleaming under the early sun, “I’m starving,” Arina groans, clutching her stomach dramatically.
I nudge her shoulder, laughing. “We could change and meet for breakfast. Maybe somewhere that doesn’t smell like sex and sweat though.”
Cairo lets out a low chuckle behind me, his voice smooth enough to slide right under my skin. “Breakfast with you two? Sounds like trouble I wouldn’t mind getting into again.”
The guys exchange a look in agreement. King leans down, kissing Arina, smacking her ass playfully. “Don’t keep me waiting sexy.”
Cairo’s arm wraps around my waist, spinning me straight into his mouth, is tongue claiming mine, owning every breath I take. He breaks away only too smirk down at me. “Put on something easy to get my hands under. I want to feel that soft ass skin,” he murmurs.
Before I can even process his words, Saint yanks me into his hard chest. The heat of his body hits me, the slow drag of his tongue sweeping across my bottom lip before his mouth takes mine in a deep filthy kiss. I swear there’s saliva all around my mouth. My knees threaten to give, every nerve on fire, every ounce of air Cairo left me stolen.
He rest his forehead against mine. “That’s just to hold you over ‘til breakfast,” he says, his breath warm against my mouth. “Next time, it’ll be hard for me to stop.”
