“Oh, well now,” Kane hums as Ollie and I break apart with smiles on our faces. “What about me?”
I look at him out of the corner of my eye, knowing he’s about to do something annoying.
“What about you?” I reply.
“Don’t I get an ‘I love you’? Or is Ollie the only special one here?”
“I already told you once. That should be enough.” Though it wasn’t directed at him particularly. More like both of them.
“No, baby,” he says with a growl, shifting to lunge for me. “It really isn’t.”
Before I can react, his arms are around my neck, and Ollie eases herself from my fingers so Kane can dominate my attention. My hand shoots out, refusing to let her go, but Kane has always been more nimble than I am.
He grabs my hand, pinning it to his hip instead.
“Tell meee,” Kane whines as he rubs his cheek against me. I roll my eyes because he’s acting like himself again. And he’s doing it so well.
“Come on, Timber. Tell me. Tell me.”
Since he’s wiggling his ass so well, I wonder if stroking his hair like a puppy will calm him down.
I bury my fingers through his soft, dark strands, drawing my nails across his scalp, tugging at him as I kiss him. And he easily shudders under me.
“What is it you wanted again?” I growl as my hand goes to his ass.
Kane’s moans become higher and more desperate as my finger finds his asshole. He goes on so much about fucking me, but the moment I press my finger and his ass twitches, he shudders. I love the burn of power that sizzles through me at watching Kane lose control. I would never have seen it if it weren’t for Ollie and Kane and all their games.
“I’m not going to be satisfied until you tell each other how you feel,” Ollie says as she wraps her hand around Kane’s cock, and he bursts out with a cry. The rush of love I feel for them is so amazing that I’m smiling. And I can’t remember the last time I grinned like this.
Kane whimpers, and I watch him closely as his eyes shutter. I test my finger against his ass, already covered in Ollie’s slick, as I push one inside.
“Don’t, I won’t—” His warning is cut off as I press even deeper. I’ve done it to myself, but never to another guy, though it can’t be that different.
“I love you like this,” I say to him. “It makes me think I can fuck you when you’re bending and shaking your ass for Ollie and me.”
He chokes out a gasp, laughing through gritted teeth as I cup his chin, making him look up at me. He’s always so cocky, but his cheeks flush and he trembles as he grips my shoulders, filling me with satisfaction.
“I didn’t think you could tease like that,” he groans as Ollie speeds up her strokes. He’s fully hard again and grips my neck as he laps at my tongue, and I groan with him.
“Timber, baby—” His back arches as Ollie growls.
I can’t taste my own coffee, but the peace that sweeps through me as his lavender spins down my throat is perfect. I breathe into the kiss, and it feels like my lungs are truly clear after a decade of suffocating in silence.
“Are you going to come yet?” I ask against his lips, echoing the way he taunted Ollie.
If it were me, I would be spitting and swearing at him for playing with me, but his gaze grows so soft, and he looks at me with so much passion that I grit my teeth. “Because I won’t tell you I love you until you do.”
And fucking Kane Moretti whimpers as Ollie groans.
“I’ll come,” he chokes. “I’ll come, Timber, so please…” He grips me with trembling hands, suddenly so desperate. “Just tell me. Tell me you love me like I love you.”
I shudder as he kisses me again, so soft and fragile in my arms. He’s not crying, but his gentle whines taste so rare that I savor each sweep of his tongue.
I don’t want to let him go.
“What about now?” I growl against his lips.
He’s panting, shaking, one hand holding Ollie’s for support.
