“What’s your safe word, Tesoro?”
Carter breaks our kiss and I answer Knox.
“Donut.”
Looking back over my shoulder, I spot Killian dropping to his knees behind me.
He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my skirt and lowers it and my panties to the floor.
“Gorgeous little slut.” He groans against my ass.
His version of praise comes with a little degradation, and I’m not sure why, but I like it. A lot. I’m glad that part of him hasn’t changed. I moan his name softly as he drags his tongue over my flesh.
“Killian.”
“I know. You like being my perfect little slut. Don’t you, baby?”
Carter steps back and grabs the collar of his shirt and takes it off as I stand gawking like an idiot. All three men have sculpted bodies and chests that appear almost god-like.
He removes his pants and boxers. I can’t help but allow my eyes to drop to his firm length. I make a move to get on my knees, but he scolds me gently.
“No, Little Heathen. Go lie down. Tonight is about you, not us.”
I walk over to the weird circular sofa and lie down. I hear them murmuring. Both Knox and Killian are concerned about Carter, but he tries to reassure them.
“I’ll be fine.” Carter nearly yells, causing me to stiffen as he walks over to me. Standing in front of me, his gaze is apologetic for raising his voice.
“I’m fine. I understand.”
His lips pull up into a soft smile.
“You always do, Little Heathen.”
I tuck my hands underneath my lower back, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t need to do that. I trust you. Without my consent, I know you’d never touch me—maybe not even then.”
He’s right. Last time, even though he told me to touch him, it hurt him. I’ll never forget the sound of his voice.
Church!
He sounded tortured, and I will never do that to him again. With or without consent.
A moan slips out of me as he strokes his cock slowly—teasingly. He knows exactly what he does to me. They all do.
“Such a dirty fucking girl.”
Knox and Killian come up beside me on the bed and sit close to me.
“She’s fucking filthy. Aren’t you, baby?”
Knox drags his knuckles down the side of my face, his voice coming out deep, laced with possession that makes my toes curl.
“Only for us, Tesoro.”
I turn to him with sincerity and say, “Only for you—only ever for the three of you.”
He trails his fingers to my jaw and cradles my face, his eyes filled with heat and something more than lust.
