Page 158 of Lucky 14

I stand there, palms sweating, heart racing.

“I saw the person who was obsessed with keeping you safe. At every turn, he asked about you, tried to find you, tried to get me to get you off the island. So much that it actually pissed me off.” Kyan frowns. “I don’t know much about…relationships. That’s not my realm. But two people I care about are upset. Let me help. Let me make you feel better.”

Two people that he…cares about? Kyan cares about me?

For some reason, that makes my eyes well up with tears. Maybe it’s the lack of eating, the stress, or what I was about to do, but I want him to care about me. I want both of them to.

“You don’t have to, Holli,” Oakley speaks up. “She has a right to be mad at me.”

He’s damn right I do. I wipe the sweat from my palms on my clothes. I knew I had a right, but hearing him say it makes that gray cloud in my head lighten. It’s like sunlight pokes through the clouds.

“So you don’t deserve to come?” Kyan dips his head to Oakley’s waist.

“No–I…” Oakley groans as Kyan rubs his nose against Oakley’s crotch.

“So she gets to tease you as long as she wants?”

Oakley just makes an irritated sound.

That magnet is pulling again, only it’s stronger now that both of them are in the room. And this time, I don’t fight it. My heart beats in terror the closer to the bed I get. This could get me hurt. Oakley could lie to me again. Kyan could hold me hostage.

But they could also be there for me when the cloud of my thoughts gets to be too much. Maybe, just maybe, I can trust them one day again. And hell, right now all it is is sex anyway.

So, I let go of some of that fear and step up to the bed. It’s even scarier than planning Oakley’s game was. But this time, my stomach is calm. This time, my shoulders are straight, and my head is held high.

Kyan grins into Oakley’s pants. Then he nips at the bulge there. “Get his pants.” He scoots up on Oakley’s stomach, both hands going to Oakley’s wrists.

I move to grab them, my fingers brushing Oakley’s warm skin. As I pull them down, goosebumps prickle across his thighs. It makes me want to pinch him, so I do, pinching the sensitive skin.

Oakley yelps.

“What I’m hearing is, you don’t get to come, mousey.” Kyan flips around so he’s sitting on Oakley’s chest, facing me. He grins. “Ready for some fun?”

My heart is beating quickly, and all kinds of emotions are rushing through me. Kyan wants to help me, and Oakley seems more than okay with it. Oakley is pinned and hard, his dick pulsing against his pelvis.

Can we fix this?

Kyan digs his fingers into Oakley’s stomach. Oakley buckles, but I’m there, my hand around his dick. I grab it, stroking up and down. Oakley groans, muttering gibberish.

Kyan sends me a wink and leans down, putting the tip of Oakley’s dick in his mouth while I stroke. For a second, I’m shocked, then I lean into it. I squeeze the base, pulling up into Kyan’s mouth. Every stroke sends my hand against Kyan’s lips and nose. He just groans, dipping his head further. When he dips even further, he pins my hand against Oakley’s pelvis. I reach down, grabbing Oakley’s balls with my other hand.

Oakley groans loudly, bucking up into us, making Kyan choke, but he doesn’t let up. I massage his balls, feeling how Oakley stiffens.

Kyan pops off him. “Slow down.”

I do, and Oakley is gasping for breath, tiny stutters in his hips. “Please…” It’s clear he was close to coming, and we just ruined it. It makes me smile.

Kyan grins at me. “Shall we lick him slowly? ” He licks up Oakley’s shaft, just light enough to not give enough friction for him to come.

Diabolical. I love it.

Slowly, I bend down to do the same, meeting Kyan’s gaze. We’re so close our breath is brushing against each other. His gaze is electric, bouncing with amusement and lust, and I’m caught up in it. I stick out my tongue, starting from the base and licking to the top. Kyan starts next to me, keeping eye contact as he licks, our tongues brushing in the softest way. I can’t help but think about how much Kyan looks like Wyatt. About what it would feel like to have Wyatt in this moment as well. About how he’d look at me with those worshiping eyes, completely wrapped up in the moment with us.

Oakley shivers under us, muttering something unintelligible that sounds a lot like begging. Shivers skitter down my body, and my clit throbs. It makes me angry. I shouldn’t be turned on by this. This is revenge.

So I go harder, working Oakley up into a shivering, sputtering mess. Only, it works me up too, and I have to keep my breath even so it’s not obvious.

“Oh, poor baby. That must be painful,” Kyan croons.