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Vero crouches behind her, watching the way my hands roam over her skin. “Look at her,” he says, running his hands up her sides. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your lap?”

“Careful,” I warn him—he knows I hate it when he lessens how I feel about him.

He grins at me over her shoulder. “I’m just saying, look at her.” He turns his face into her neck. “You have no idea what it’s doing to me, watching you two together. I have been thinking about this for what feels like forever. It’s so much better than I pictured in my head. Ask Brawley how much I have been talking about it.”

“He talks about you constantly,” I confirm.

“Every single day,” Vero says against her skin, and his hands slide around her front and palm her breasts, taking over so my hands are now free to move to her thighs, spreading them wider across my lap. She lets her head fall back against his shoulder. “You have no idea how good you look right now.”

“Vero,” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Less talking.”

He laughs into her neck, then bites down softly, and she shivers. I run my hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, and she makes a frustrated sound in her throat.

“She’s impatient,” Vero tells me, like I didn’t hear the sound myself.

“I’m right here,” she says.

“Oh, I know exactly where you are,” I say, finally moving my hands where she wants them, and she exhales as I work her pussy until she is wet and squirming in my lap.

Vero watches over her shoulder with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

When she is close, I pull my hand back and undo my pants, shifting my cock out between us.

Vero lifts her from behind and positions her over me, and she lowers down slowly around my rock-hard shaft as every thought I have exits my body. I was not prepared. Not for how her body feels against mine, or for how my hands sink into her hips before my brain catches up to what my body is doing.

I look at Vero, but he is right there, his chin hooked over her shoulder and his eyes fixed on mine. It’s like he was waiting for me to look up, knowing I would need him. He gazes at me the way he always does, as if I am the center of his universe, and that settles me. He nods, and I exhale through my nose, bringing myself back to the moment.

Kayla is warm against me, and it’s unexpectedly pleasant. Vero wants me to want her, and I would do anything for him. This situation isn’t complicated, and my head is trying to make it something it’s not. I’m not built for pulling things apart and examining them; I am built for acting and enduring, protecting what is mine. Right now, what’s mine is watching me over Kayla’s shoulder with those big brown eyes.

I shift my grip higher, encircling her waist, and stop thinking.

Vero takes Kayla’s hips as she moves on my lap, finding her rhythm, and I let her set it for a little while to see what she does. She doesn’t rush, moving like she knows exactly what she wants and is taking it.

Sliding one hand up her spine, I press between her shoulder blades, bringing her chest flush with mine. Her mouth finds the side of my neck, and her breath tickles against my skin every time she exhales. The sounds she makes are quiet and nothing like what I expected.

I take over the pace, moving my hands to her hips and tangling them in Vero’s.

Kayla makes a sound against my neck that she didn’t intend—I can tell by the way she presses her face harder into my throat. I tilt her hips and continue my same pace and motion. Her fingers curl into my shoulders, and she stops trying to be quiet.

“That’s it, let go for me,” I say against her hair.

Vero leans over her shoulder and holds his fingers out toward me. “Spit.”

Kayla lifts her head, but I hold his gaze as I lean forward and spit on his fingers. He moves his hand behind her, and I feel her tense slightly. Though I keep my hands on her hips, I focus on what Vero is doing, how he presses his forehead to the back of her shoulder.

“Okay?” he murmurs.

She nods, fingers tensing and digging into my pecs. “Don’t stop.”

I keep her distracted, bucking up into her until the tension leaves her body and she is pushing back against him.

“So fucking perfect. Take notes, babe. Now this is how you act when someone puts their fingers in your ass. You don’t threaten to murder them,” Vero sasses.

Kayla snorts and I grit my teeth, then she does something with her hips and my eyes roll back in my head.