“Ihavethought this through. We’ll get her pregnant. Both of us. There won’t be any paternity testing. She’s ours. The child will be ours.”
My blood pumps faster as I absorb everything Felix says. Hearing him speak like this, that the three of us can work… Fuck. I have never been more thankful.
I can’t contain my grin. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Who knew all it would take was me jumping in front of a bullet for you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he laughs, shoving my arm.
We’re laughing together and it feels so damn good.
“Harper,” Felix calls. She spins to us at the sound of his voice. “Tyler and I are done talking. Let’s call it a night.”
She twirls up to us, laces her fingers with mine, and leads me back to the private quarters of the speakeasy.
“Are you hungry? Can I make you food?” she asks, sitting me on the bed.
I lie back, smiling at her, not wanting to let her hand out of mine. “No, I’m perfect. Completely satisfied.”
Felix steps behind her, wrapping one hand around her breasts. His other hand rests at her waist, sliding lower, slipping beneath her dress, between her thighs.
“Felix—” She gasps, glancing back at him with surprise.
His hand slips beneath her panties, stroking. I’m instantly rock hard, watching Harper be pleasured.
He steals her words with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is deep and teasing, toying with our girl. “Completely satisfied. What a lie. Tyler, you’re not satisfied at all. Neither are you, my Little Sinner. Nor am I.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
HARPER
Felix strokes my clit right in front of Tyler, sending my knees weak. God, I want thissobad, but common sense makes me pause.
“Felix, is this appropriate, given Tyler’s injury?”
My words are clipped short when I see the heat in Felix’s eyes. Sex hasn’t been on my mind once during these two weeks of Tyler’s recovery. His health is all I’ve been able to focus on. The same can’t be true for Felix.
Tyler too, apparently. “I’m fine, Princess.”
My chest flutters, hearing him call me Princess. I don’t remember the last time he used that name for me.
His voice is rough. When I look back at Tyler on the bed, his eyes are dark upon me. His jaw is tight and he gulps, restraining himself.
It’s like I’m gazing into the depraved soul of eighteen-year-old Tyler, thetrueTyler who disappeared for a few years but is resurfacing now. That version of Tyler couldn’t keep his hands off me. Helovedsex. It was hisfavorite thing. We liked experimenting. Our desires weren’t always “normal” but that’s part of why we were so perfect for each other.
After we parted from Felix, our sex life became tame. We lost who we were as a couple.
Now, he’s back.
I yelp as Felix presses my ass to his cock, then slips a finger inside my pussy, sending a rush through me.
“Tyler said something to me a few weeks back,” he murmurs along my jaw, teasing. “What was it, bro?The only time Harper was ever truly satisfied was when she was working up a sweat, bouncing on both of our cocks at once.”
My muscles clench around Felix’s finger at the thought of my men fucking me together.
“Yes,” Tyler says, never taking his eyes off me. “Those were my exact words.”
“He’s still fragile,” Felix adds, slipping his other hand beneath the neckline of my dress, brushing my nipples and making me squirm with pleasure. “I trust you can be gentle with him while riding his cock.”
Tyler doesn’t speak a word, just groans and strokes a hand over the tented erection in his pants. My thighs clench as heat blooms between them.
