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I slip under the sheet, but I don’t pull the covers back over us. If her window being open or the fact I’ve found her uncovered both nights is any indication, then she gets hot like I do. Leaning back, I flip over onto my left side. K is facing us with his head resting in the palm of his right hand.
“It didn’t take you long to stop fighting the married life, I see.” He’s not looking at me. He’s slowly eyeing every inch of her sleeping form.
“I told the old man I’d give him a year. That’s all,” I bite out, wanting more than just Krishna to believe the conviction in my tone.
“Maybe,” he says, flopping back on the pillow behind his head, his cool blue eyes landing on the ceiling. “Maybe not. Either way, we should put this thing between us to bed.”
“We are in bed.” I drop my stare from him to where Ciera lies between us. “So maybe you just need to shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”
I have no plans to give up anything or anyone that I want when I want them. Currently, I want them both, and he’s already put the image of us both fucking her in my head. So, until that happens, they’re both staying their fine asses in my bed whether they want to or not.
Sliding my left hand under the back of Ciera’s neck, I move past her until I find the back of Krishna’s neck and wrap my fingers around him as Ciera rests against my bicep. Squeezing, he turns slightly so that our eyes meet.
“Why are you here?” I probe, still curious. As I wait for his answer, if he’ll even give me one, I wrap my other hand around her throat, but I don’t apply any pressure, only resting it there, and the thought that this feels right is shoved to the back of my mind.
“I had the best sleep of my life last night. I wanted to see if it was a fluke,” he says with a tinge of irritation in his rough voice. It’s understandable because I get where he’s coming from. I, too, had a damn good night’s sleep.
“And if it wasn’t?” I find myself asking another question I should leave alone.
The mattress moves when his giant form turns slightly to face me. My hand is still around the back of his neck, but like I’m doing with Ciera, my hand relaxes its hold.
“Then someone is liable to be killed.” He holds my gaze, and I watch his serious stare as he forces it to transform. “When do we get to taste her? I want to find out which one of you tastes better.”
“When she asks us to.” And with those last words, I turn my head to face the ceiling and close my eyes. I’m asleep before I take a second breath.
CHAPTER 14
CIERA
The feel of Domenico’s soft, silky black hair sliding through my fingers feels amazing but his tongue moving across my flesh is otherworldly. Tightening my digits around his thick strands, I use all the strength I can muster to hold him in place as a moan slips from my lips. What he’s doing to my body feels so good that I don’t stop the next one from leaving my mouth either.
As I’m enjoying the pleasure, my left hand snakes up Krishna’s bare arm. My pursuit stops when I feel the hardness of his tricep muscle flex as he puts all his weight on that arm. Biting my bottom lip, I trace that glorious muscle with my thumb, memorizing its shape, its feel, and the exact spot where it is located under his skin.
Flattening my palm against his warm skin, I roam up and over his shoulder, only stopping when my hand locates the back of his neck. The hair at the nape of his neck is soft, and where Domenico’s is as dark as night, Krishna’s reminds me of the sun.
Tugging his face down, his lips part to pull my nipple into his mouth. My back arches as a purr rumbles through my chest, exiting my mouth despite the clamp my teeth has on my bottom lip.
“I’m so fucking hard right now.” Krishna’s voice is rough, and there’s an edge to it, but that can’t be right. He’s sucking my left breast. He can’t be speaking too.
“You’re not the only one,” Domenico chimes in. “Tug her shorts down her leg.”
Wait, that can’t be right either. Domenico’s mouth and tongue are working me over too well for him to be talking.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Krishna replies as I feel the material coasting down my legs.
My eyes snap open.
Domenico and Krishna’s stare flicks from my center to my eyes simultaneously.
A beat of silence passes, then I glance down. My eyes widen as mortification smothers me. My knees are bent, and my shorts are, in fact, pulled down to my ankles, but that isn’t what’s causing me shame. My right hand is inside my panties with my middle finger on my clit.
And I’m wet.
I was dreaming about them both and pleasuring myself at the same time. By the looks on their faces, they know that too, and there’s no telling how long I’ve been giving them a show.
My cheeks are on fire as my embarrassment grows.
How did this happen? Why am I even in Domenico’s bed—again?
