I run a hand through my hair, wincing at the tangles.
Nyxon King is a growly, demanding prick. I hate him because of how awful he’s been to my girl. For everything he’s done to her. But damn, if I wouldn’t let him bend me over any goddamned solid surface and fuck me into oblivion.
My body shudders at the thought, and I swear, she grins against my throat.
I groan, my cock already throbbing at the thought of Maddox.
Fuck me.
I don’t know what it is about him. He’s annoying, smug, cocky to the point that I want to scream and stab his stupidly pretty eyes out with a dull knife. He’s also tall, muscular as fuck, tattoed up to his goddamned throat, and beyond adorable. He’s loyal, sweet and funny. He’s got a lip ring I’ve ached to tug between myteeth, a body I crave to explore, and dimples I’ve imagined filling up with cum.
More than once.
My cock throbs, and I shift to hide my reaction.
But Ella is apparently refusing to drop it because seconds later, her delicate fingers are trailing over the tented sheet as she presses a kiss to my throat.
“Is this for me or for him?” she quietly rasps, her voice husky.
I suck in a breath and pull away enough to meet her eyes. “What?” I choke out, my face burning hot.
She bites down on her thick lip and shrugs. “I’ve seen the way you are together.” Her words are damn near silent, but I hear them loud and clear.
My eyes flick between hers. “Who?”
Her head tilts. “If you want to keep pretending, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” I watch as her hand rubs my cock with a bit more pressure before sliding up my body to wrap around my jaw. I shiver at her touch. “Just know, I support you in all ways. Both of you.” Her lip kicks up. “In fact, I more than support you. If you decide to pursue him or any of them, it’s okay with me. I just want all of us to be happy.”
My mouth gapes, opening and closing, until I finally find the words to say. They aren’t eloquent, but I get my point across. “How can you be okay with that?”
Her brows crash. “How could I not?” She licks her lip, and my fucking cocks drips precum at the sight. “You all share me so I can be happy. How could I not give you that respect right back?”
“But,” I object, not understanding.
She shakes her head. “I’m not saying I want all of you sleeping with just anyone, but if there comes a time when you find someone outside of our group that you love, that you need, just talk to me, to us. I want this to work out, and I know it will behard, but it’s worth it.” She kisses my jaw. “You’re all worth it and—”
Ella breaks off with a soft sob, and I cradle her to my chest. “And what, baby?”
“And I almost lost you, Hunter,” she whimpers, her body shaking with the force of her tears. “I almost lost you. You bled out in my fucking arms. You saidgoodbye!” God, the grief in her voice is enough to break my heart. “And then, the guys, they, they—”
Again, she falls into a fit of sobs so hard I worry she might pass out. I drag her into me so we’re as close as possible without her ripping out my IV or any wires and rock her the best I can, murmuring words of love and praise until she can breathe again.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” I whisper, stroking everywhere I can reach. “Breathe for me, baby. In and out. In and out. Such a good, sweet girl.” She shivers, sniffling. “Keep going, nice and slow.”
When she can finally breathe normally, I wipe her tears away and guide her eyes to mine. I kiss her cheeks all over, making her smile softly. My finger trails down her nose, across her freckles.
She’s so fucking stunning, she knocks the air from my chest.
“Ella,” I whisper, my eyes flicking between hers. “Tell me what happened, baby.”
“So much,” she whimpers, inhaling deeply. “So fucking much.”
I nod. I’d figured. “Okay. Start with something small.” She eyes me questioningly. “Where are we? What is this place?”
Her mouth opens, but before she can get anything out, a sharp voice cuts through the room.
“You, Mr. Morris, are in the Intensive Care Unit of theLes Beaux VoyousCompound, hidden twenty feet under the heart of San Francisco. Now, please remove your hands from Ms. Moreau before I have the guards remove them for you.”
Chapter 20
