“Breathe, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
I whimpered, forcing myself to draw in air and meeting Kingston’s feral gaze. His grip on his cock was so tight it had to be painful. And his hand holding the chair clenched so forcefully as if to hold himself back.
“Kingston…”
I cried out when Landon pushed past that tight ring of muscle, eyes widening in surprise at the new stretch even as I leaned back into it.
“That’s it, love,” Kingston coaxed.
Pleasure coiled inside me, curling my toes and arching my back farther. My lips parted with a silent scream as it all washed over me. Everywhere Landon touched me. Every word from Kingston’s lips. Every shallow breath as we all waited for me to come apart.
Landon widened the stretch, easing his thumb out and replacing it with not one but two fingers.
“Oh, god.” I shuddered.
My legs tingled, and my body shook. My vision blackened at the edges before bursting with stars.
I cried out as my climax tore through me, walls spasming around Landon’s steady thrusts.
A choked sound behind me told me he was right there with me. My orgasm spurring his own.
And when Kingston echoed it, coming with us, everything felt right. As right as it could be until I could have them both for real.
But I would.
Because what I’d felt that night on the dance floor had been true.
When Kingston pushed out of the chair and climbed onto the bed beside us, he kissed me like he’d always known it, too. And as I fell back against Landon’s chest, coming down with his lips on my skin and Kingston’s mouth on mine, I knew.
I’d been made to come apart between them.
And nothing—no one—would take them away from me.
Chapter Thirteen
FIGHT WITH COURAGE
Kingston
Forthem.
I’d fight with everything I had left to do it rightfor them.
I’d die to keep them safe and happy.
But god, I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
Chapter Fourteen
Later that morning, when we’d come down from the high and reality reared its ugly head, Kingston had to go prepare for everyone’s early arrival.
He dressed quietly while I watched from the bed, still sprawled across Landon’s chest. He kissed me goodbye, and with one last indecipherable glance at Landon, he left the room.
As Landon watched him go, I wanted to hear more about their friendship from him. What he remembered of it, at least. “You don’t remember meeting him?”
A dip formed in his brow, his expression solemn and almost sad. “No.”
“That makes me so sad for both of you.”
