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“Yes! Just like that!” I cried out before wrapping my mouth around Asher again.
Asher’s fingers tangled in my hair, but he didn’t push, allowing me to control the depth and speed. Damian fucked me hard and fast, his fingers working my clit. Asher was the first to go, his head falling back as he cried out, filling my mouth as I moaned at the taste of him.
The second he came for me, it caused me to lose control. Sweet release took me, and I hungrily swallowed him, thrusting him deep in my throat as Damian slammed harder into me with his own orgasm. His spasms made mine more powerful, and I was certain mine did the same for him.
I continued to moan around Asher’s cock as I rode out my pleasure on Damian’s. Once it calmed, I slowly pulled back from Asher, making sure to clean every drop off of him. He tasted incredible, and I wanted nothing to go to waste.
Damian pulled out of me, and it finally happened. My legs gave out, and I fell to my knees with a grunt.
“Shit, are you okay?” Asher asked as he knelt in front of me.
I looked up at him dreamily and nodded. “Uh huh.” It was all I could manage, and it earned a smile from him.
“Well, look at this,” Asher said. “She’s positively speechless. I think we might have broken her, after all.”
I nodded again. “I think so, too.”
Damian knelt behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you cleaned back up and out of here. You need to lie down for a while.”
“I need a nap,” I said, and they both laughed.
“Mmm,” Asher moaned as he leaned forward. “You are even better than I imagined you’d be. How is it possible one girl could be so fucking perfect?”
My heart lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and while I hated it, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling in response. I felt warm, happy.
Fuck, this isn’t good, I thought.
But goddamn…
They were amazing. I’dneverbeen so worn out after sex. I’dneverbeen so satisfied, and somehow, all it did was make me want even more.
I’m in trouble.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DAMIAN
Sunday came way too soon, and I dreaded going back to Crestview even more than usual. Riding back with Temperance was tense. While I didn’t want to admit it, I think we all felt the shift coming. Each of us were mentally preparing ourselves for what was to come, but no one wanted to acknowledge it. I had more than a few suspicions as to thewhy, but none I cared to even give so much as a single complete thought.
When I saw her with Rick Friday afternoon, I’d planned to harass her. Maybe get some answers if I was lucky. Maybe figure out what the deal was there to satisfy the obsession I had with the great Harper/Temperance mystery. While I hadn’t expected toactuallylearn anything, I figured it would be fun to annoy her. It was always a good time, and it had been a while since I’d done it—outside of the incident in the bathroom with Kira, anyway.
But then I saw her crying. I couldn’t explain it but seeing her that way upset me in a way I hadn’t expected. I wasn’t annoyed or pissed. I was… curious. I wanted to know why. Hell, I think I even wanted to help on some level, but that was so out of character for me that the whole thing took me by surprise. Before I knew it, I had her in my arms, holding her and hoping it would help stop the tears.
I never in a million years would have expected her to invite us out with her, and evenlesslikely than that was the possibility of her staying with me at my house. I’dneverallowed a girl to stay with me. Never. When we were done, she had to go. It was a strict rule with me. No one stays over, even after having my own place. Temperance would say it was because I didn’t want to let anyone get too close to me, but I just didn’t like people in my space.
Yet I hadn’t batted an eye at letting Temperance stay.
Honestly, it was fun. I’d spent the entire weekend dwelling on it, but I think it was just a random thing. I certainly wouldn’t want any other girl hanging out, and I had no plans to bring Wilder back over, either. Well, unless it was for a party. I was serious when I told her I wanted her to make more of that murderous punch. That shit was good—andpotent.
What I couldn’t figure out was why I gave a fuck when we all went our separate ways.
It was a damn good weekend, that was for sure. I’d had more fun with her and Asher than I’d had in a long time. She was also a damn good cook. I took care of breakfast this morning, and Asher made dinner last night. The three of us had somehow entered into some weird alternate reality where we were all friends and could exist together. With no problems.
It was strange, but it was fun. I thought that was all it had been, but the pit in my gut made me wonder if something else hadn’t happened. Something I hadn’t expected or wanted.
Beyond all the trivial stuff I found I enjoyed over the weekend, there wasthe sex.
Holy… fucking… shit.
