“Tesoro. Sweet Tesoro.”
Leaning his head down, he captures my lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Less frantic than his brother, more controlled, but I can feel the desperation in the erotic swipes of his tongue. When he pulls away, he looks into my eyes much the way Carter did. The things I’ve been through are washed away at this moment. I have no idea what the future holds for us, but right now—I’m loved. The words don’t need to be spoken. I can see it in their eyes. In the way they touch me—kiss me. They are more than a wicked girl like me deserves, but I’ll soak up every drop of their love and affection. Knox and Carter are like sunlight on a day so dark and stormy, the sun shouldn’t be shining.
The light in the dark.
A beacon of hope.
The good in a world so fucking bad.
And somehow they are mine.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KNOX
“What do you need?”
Heather digs her nails into my chest.
“You. Both of you.” She says in a tone so needy my cock stiffens as I stare at her, the need in my own eyes probably evident.
Her words were a little too generic for my taste. I want her to be specific in expressing her needs to us.
“You have us. What do you need, Tesoro?”
She glances at Carter before focusing her gaze back at me as her cheeks redden deliciously.
“I want you both to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
I grip her chin and run my thumb over her lips as she darts her tongue out and licks my skin.
“Can we trust you to tell us if you’re in pain?”
She nods her head answering my question but then opens her mouth to speak as if remembering my instructions.
“Yes, but I promise it doesn’t hurt like you think it does. It’s a little tender, but I’m okay.”
Moving in front of her, I grab the hem of her shirt on either side while keeping an eye on Carter for his reaction.
“Arms up, Tesoro.”
She lifts her arms nervously while watching my brother.
“I don’t think I could handle being touched, but I’m okay with this. Thinking you were dead helped a little. I trust you. You won’t touch me.”
My brother is right. Consent has always been important to me, but the way she respects his boundaries is fucking beautiful. It’s why he can trust her the way he does. It’s why she’s perfect for us.
I toss her shirt behind me and stare at her in a black, lacy bra. Carter reaches behind her and unfastens it, and I slide it down her arms slowly, revealing her gorgeous tits.
“Fuck.” Carter says, echoing my thoughts.
I run my fingers over the scar on her chest and feel a twinge in my heart knowing full well my brother is responsible for this.
“Surgery?” I ask, and she nods. It has been over a month since that night, and I assume she had the operation that same evening.
“I got an ugly scar to remind me of the worst night of my life.”
The worst night of her life? That says a lot, considering what her family has done to her.
