Page 304 of Breathe Like Hell

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to cry.

“Come here,” I murmured, pulling her to my chest. “This is because of you, you know? You are so perfect for me, perfect for him, and you make both of us better. You are a miracle, Masters. Okay?”

She nodded against my chest, her tears making little wet spots.

“I would like you to move in with us, too,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be right away, if it makes you nervous. But eventually, that’s going to happen.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “I would like it. I don’t want to wait.”

“Yeah?” I grinned as she sat up, smiling at me.

“Yes.” Her pupils were wide, her cheeks flushed and shining faintly from the tears as they dried. She pressed up to kiss me on the mouth. “I love you,” she breathed.

“I love you.”

Then she turned and crawled over to kiss Mason. “And I love you,” she said, sounding slightly breathless.

“I love you too, baby.” He ran his fingers through her hair as she sat back down on the seat.

“Okay, now you guys do it.” Dakota giggled, looking between both of us quickly. “So I know you’re not lying.”

I took a steadying breath, my eyes locking onto Mason’s. He seemed willing. So was I.

Both of us leaned over in front of Dakota, his mouth finding mine easily.

“I love you,” I murmured first.

“I love you, Kill,” Mason said in response, his tongue grazing my upper lip. I took my opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth, one of my arms looping behind Dakota’s back to hold her close to my body as I kissed him deeper. He reciprocated right away, angling his head.

Dakota’s soft lips pressed to my jaw, skimming along my cheek until she got to the corner of my mouth, her mouth nervous but eager, seeking.

I turned my head, tongue flicking into Dakota’s mouth while Mason and I adjusted to kiss her at the same time. I could feel her shy smile against us both.

The kiss was lips and tongues and adjusting bodies on the seat as everything devolved into messy eroticism. My dick was rapidly getting hard, and I could smell Mason’s kapnos easily, the force of it flooding my lungs.

Dakota’s smiling was quickly replaced by whimpering, needy little moans, her hands reaching for Mason and me. She grabbed my erection over my pants and I groaned, tongue gliding along Mason’s, then Dakota’s, then there was no distinction between any of us and Dakota was stroking me and arching her back and leaning into our messy kiss and⁠—

Fuck.

Fuck.

I held the back of her head, his head, my hips pushing into Dakota’s palm, my tongue licking into both of their perfect mouths, claiming them for myself.

Both of them.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

By the sound of Mason’s groaning, Dakota was cupping his cock, too. Everything between us was wet lips and open mouths and tangled exhales. The delirious sort of arousal that came from giving in to your most perverted urges, succumbing to all things obscene and carnal and wet⁠—

Shit.

I turned my head away, jamming the truck into reverse so I could get away from Dakota’s trailer, my cock throbbing in my pants. We needed to get to my house, now. My patience had eroded to nothing. The truck didn’t go much faster than the highest speed limit on our drive, but I pushed it as best as I could.

Dakota and Mason were still kissing each other, his hands wandering all over her body before he broke the kiss and pulled her against his side, so she was facing the front. She put one foot up on the seat, her knee bent out wide.