I needed to check on her, make sure she was okay after how we’d left things at Luna’s. She probably thought I was angry at her for not warning me and borrowing my gift after I’d told her why it scared me so damn much.
And maybe I should have been.
But I wasn’t.
Savoring her taste, her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her quaking against my tongue—it felt so right to give in with her, even if it wasn’t as far as either of us wanted things to progress. She’d tried to warn me, but I’d pushed her, selfishly satisfied to own her pleasure in that moment.
When I was with her, I wanted to drown in her lust.
I’d gotten what I deserved.
Sure, I’d been forced to flit through the catalog of sexual escapades she’d had with other men. It filled me with momentary envy, I couldn’t control that, but it was something I’d gotten used to over the decades. No one wanted to think about their lovers with someone else when they were intimate, but I could tether myself in reality after the initial flickers.
I’d pushed away the images, focusing on my grip around her thighs, the slick heat coating my fingers plunging in and out of her. For that brief moment, I knew thatIwas the one creating that memory, carving myself into her story. That next time I was with her, she’d recall how good I made her feel when we’d finally given in to the tension that pulled taut between us.
I hope you don’t miss the part when she came. Because her eyes were locked with mine.
Atlas had every right to be pissed, to unleash the pain of catching us together in my direction.
And like a lightning bolt striking my very soul, it’d worked.
Fuck.
No matter how much I wanted to thieve that memory for myself, he’d managed to whittle himself into it, chipping away my claim of the moment.
So instead of carrying my feet forward toward her porch—I pivoted, heading into Luna’s and locking the doors and windows up behind me.
Chapter12
Oakley
“I’m so fucked.”
I rocked frantically in the nursery, Aspen curled up eating happily. Hazel carried in the laundry and plopped onto the ground, picking out a sleeper with maple leaves falling toward its toes.
“Well you can’t expect to be involved with three dicks and not be, sis,” she teased, flicking her fingers so the fabric folded before drifting to start a pile on the floor.
My cheeks heated. “I’m only involved with two. The third involved himself.”
“So he just stood there, watching Saros?”
“Yes.” Goddess, the moment didn’t stop replaying in my mind. It was so wrong. So, so wrong. “He was so angry, Haze.”
“Until he wasn’t.” She smirked, eyes still on Aspen’s clothes, folding them with her magic, the stack of sleepers growing by the minute.
“It was so strange.” I still didn’t fully understand what had happened. He could have stormed off. Could have told me off. Either would have been understandable. Deserved.
But he stayed.
Watched.
Hazel looked up at me, gaze narrowing. “Do you think you liked that he was watching? Or that he was pissed?”
“I’m not sure.” I grimaced. “Is it horrible to say both?”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Well, one of those probably has more to unpack than the other…”
It was no secret that my sister’s sexual experiencefarsurpassed mine, and even she seemed surprised by what had happened. That felt ominous for my sex life.
