Haven reaches across the table and takes my hand.
Her fingers are still trembling.
“Okay,” she whispers. She stares so hard at me it’s obvious she’s trying not to look at Kai.
Not coercing, not pleading…but letting him make up his own mind.
Kai’s mouth twitches. He’s still flushed, still breathing hard, but the anger in his eyes slowly fades, his eyes growing hooded, the tic in his jaw disappearing.
“Okay,” he echoes roughly. “But if youeverfuck us over again?—”
“You’ll kill me. I know.” I turn my hand to lace my fingers through Haven’s. “And I’d let you.”
For the first time all evening, Kai almost smiles.
“You’re still insane.”
“Noted.”
Haven squeezes my hand. Kai doesn’t pull away when my foot finds his under the table.
A moment later, his hand slides over my leg and gives my thigh a hesitant squeeze.
When the waiter comes to check on us again, he can’t seem to figure out where to look. So he takes down our order and hurries off without clearing the empty bottle of wine.
I can’t blame him.
I don’t know what this thing is, either.
Happiness. Contentment. Love.
All alien concepts.
But with Haven and Kai’s help, I might just be able to figure it out.
Chapter 34
Kai
We each ordered a different dessert, but Haven seems more interested in Rooke’s chocolate mousse than her cheesecake. I’ve nearly finished my brown butter ice cream, glaring at anyone who glanced my way as I practically inhaled the candied maple bacon it came with.
How am I supposed to share something so good?
Rooke doesn’t have that issue. His Belgian chocolate mousse is almost finished, too, but most of it’s gone into Haven’s mouth—via his spoon.
“One more bite,” he says.
“You’ve barely had any,” she protests weakly, but leans forward anyway, letting him slide his spoon between her lips.
She looks so fucking amazing tonight, no wonder he can’t stop feeding her. When she stepped out of the Airbnb’s bathroom to show me her dress, I nearly passed out from all the blood in my body rushing to my cock.
That’s why we were late. Not because Eric had other trips to make…but because I ripped down Haven’s underwear andfucked her against the wall so hard, I tore the pantyhose she’d been planning to wear.
Her eyes flutter closed as she works her mouth around the mousse. The soft moan she lets out has my cock twitching in my slacks.
Again.
I came down Rooke’s throat less than an hour ago and I’m already hard again, just watching him feed my girlfriend dessert.
