When the shudders stop, Kai looks at me, and I nod.
It’s his turn.
Playfully, he grabs Isla and throws her off me before covering her with his own body. He slides his hand between the two ofthem, grips his cock, and buries himself right inside her. “You know what would be so hot?”
She looks up at Kai with the same glassy eyes she looked at me with, and I reach out as best I can to move her hair from her face. “What?” Isla asks.
“If we were all tested, and Bear had just come inside you. It would be hot to fuck you with his cum making you so fucking slippery.”
His hips jackknife, and then, he slams into her, just like he occasionally does me. Because if those words made him feel the way I felt hearing them, he’s gonna go off like a rocket. When Kai comes, he comes heavy. Rope after rope of thick white cum.
I’m worried he’s gonna fucking break her. But Isla lifts a hand to his cheek.
The intimacy between the two of them is intoxicating. I wonder if Kai felt the same way when Isla and I were fucking. And from this angle, I can imagine how the two of us must look together on the rare times Kai moves above me.
For a second, I doubt myself. My body isn’t the same as theirs. I’m older, hairier, more brute strength than lean muscle. But, as if he can feel it, Kai reaches out, gripping onto my arm as I stroke Isla’s hair.
Isla looks over to me as she bites down on her lip. “Would you do that?” Isla asks me.
“I’d do anything you ask.”
She smiles shyly, then focuses on Kai as he rides her into the mattress.
And when they both come, a little part of my heart heals.
27
ISLA
The vet’s office is quiet when I unlock the door at eight o’clock sharp the following morning. And in the stillness, I ask myself the question I’ve been asking all morning.
What on earth made me get up and quietly flee Garrett and Kai’s house at four-thirty?
Certainly, having to be here this early and needing time for a shower and clean clothes was a part of the decision. But I waited for the two prospects keeping watch to disappear around the back of Kai and Garrett’s house before I sprinted across the street. In hindsight, it was reckless. It was still dark. We’re no closer to knowing who was lingering around the houses last night either. He could have been waiting for me, in my own home.
And I make a mental note to ask Kai to teach me to shoot a gun because I think he’ll be patient with me. And maybe Garrett will help me purchase one because he’ll make sure it’s a perfect choice for me.
But I woke up, in the middle of the bed, surrounded on both sides by two men I never saw coming. My head was on Garrett’sbicep; Kai was tucked up behind me. And, at first, it felt like bliss.
Half-asleep, my brain was in heaven. It was more than I’d ever wanted. A biker to take care of me. Only, now, I have two. And they’re here after I convinced myself bikers weren’t good for my health.
And the catalyst for my exit wasn’t even the feelings I had, tucked safely in their bed between them, where I honestly felt like the world could never get me.
It was the thought of what happened when our relationship became public knowledge. Because, no matter what we do, someone is going to find out, eventually. I bet Wren and Catfish already suspect. Kai and Garrett are going to ask me to go to the clubhouse. And I’m going to have to find a way to hold my head up high. I’m going to have to look the other men I slept with in the eye with a very different dynamic at play.
And I’m going to have to look Karlie in the eye. I want to tell my friend what has happened. And yet…I don’t.
When I started unpacking those thoughts there, in the warmth of that bed where something good had happened, I felt…tarnished, again.
Once Kai grunted and rolled over, creating space between us, I capitalized on the fact they were both sleeping heavily and managed to creep from beneath the covers and leave. Garrett had told me he usually has insomnia, but the recovery from the accident has knocked him out at night.
The beep of the alarm buttons is loud as I switch it off.
“Why did you run?” I mutter to myself.
I shove my bag in the drawer by the desk but then pause and grab my phone.
Within a minute, I’ve set up a group for the three of us. Taking a deep breath, I type.
