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“As you wish.” Releasing her throat, I push her forward so she’s on Styx’s chest once more, my fingers still toying with her clit as I up my pace.
“In. Fucking. Heaven,” I grunt between thrusts.
“RYDER,” Kat screams again as she falls once more, her muscles clamping down on me so hard that I have no choice but to crash with her.
My cock jerks as my release slams into me, rendering me fucking useless as I ride it out.
Fuck me, has sex always been this mind-blowing?
Once I’m confident that she’s ridden out all of her release, I pull out of her body and fall down onto the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
After a few seconds, I realize that Kat hasn’t moved from her position on Styx’s chest and I reach over, tugging her off.
“Hey,” he complains.
“Stop hogging our girl,” I mutter, dragging her back into my blissed-out body.
“Fucking cunt,” Styx mutters, rolling over so that Kat is pinned between us.
“Stop arguing. You’re ruining my epic fantasy come to life,” a soft, exhausted voice says.
“You’ve been thinking about this, Kitten?”
“Hell yeah. Ever since we hooked up, I wanted a repeat of that costume party night but with you and Styx, not whoever that mystery man was. If only I knew,” she muses.
“Kitty—”
“Don’t, not again. Just let me enjoy this.” She hooks her leg around Styx’s waist and reaches back to grab my ass.
“You got it, baby girl.”
She falls asleep between us impressively fast, her body relaxing and her breathing evening out.
“How’s it going, Styxy?” I whisper.
“Shut up, Jack.”
I shake my head, smothering a grin. “You gonna stop arguing yet? You know this is exactly where we’re meant to be, right?”
“Yeah, I’m getting there.”
“Good. Because we’re not fucking this up. Not again. She needs us.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. “Yeah, she does.”
* * *
Idon’t want to blow smoke up my own ass—okay both our asses—but when Kat woke again the next morning. Something had changed. And I really want to believe our dicks had something to do with it.
She seemed lighter, happy. And after the past week, it was a fucking sight to behold.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast for the three of us while Styx was doing something out in the yard—yeah, we’re all domesticated and shit now—when she emerged wearing one of Styx’s shirts, her hair a mess, her lips still a little swollen from late night kisses, and the most incredible smile on her face.
Then she said something I never fucking expected. But it gave me hope. Hope that with our support, she’s going to find a way to get through all this shit.
“I need to go and see Mom.”
“Anything,” I say, walking up to her and wrapping her in my arms.
