Page 92 of The Luna Duet


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I’d never felt anything like it.

Never had anyone this close or this forward.

A hand rubbed against my rapidly hardening cock, making me choke on a groan.

The rubbing stopped as suddenly as it’d happened.

Molly whispered, low and husky, “Rita...I can’t believe a guy who looks like this. A guy who has spent the entire evening watching out for us as if it’s his sworn duty to protect us, jumps like a virgin.”

My eyes shot wide. “What? That’s not—”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. You’re trembling from a single touch.” Rita sucked on her bottom lip, her red hair flaming in the night, and cupped me through my shorts. “You’ve never fucked a girl, have you?”

I slapped her hand away; embarrassment made my voice icy. “That’s not any of your damn business.”

“But, see, we’re making it our business,” Molly murmured. “We don’t care if you have or you haven’t. We’ve spent all night watching you, and when it came time to decide who would approach you, we couldn’t agree who would be the lucky one.”

Rita smiled with hooded eyes. “We want to fuck you, Aslan. No strings. No worries. Both of us. Together.”

“I’m good.” My voice was strangled. “Thanks for the offer, but—”

“You’ve refused to drink, you’ve refused to play strip poker, and you’ve refused to flirt with us.” Molly kissed my cheek. “You’ve had a shit night so far, and we want to make it better. We won’t take no for an answer—”

“Come to the beach, and we’ll show you why having two girls is better than one.” Rita pressed her breasts against me, rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss against my lips.

Two things happened.

Three things, actually.

One, I very nearly grabbed her and kissed her back. All the years of living in the Taylors’ garden, of working and worrying and watching Neri grow up had left me ready to explode.

Two, I tried to shove her away. To get control of the rampant throbbing in my shorts and the crazed palpitations in my chest.

And three.

Fuck, three.

A gasp cut right through all my roaring, thundering urges.

A simple, soft little gasp that I would recognise anywhere.

My eyes flew wide, my hands landed on Rita’s shoulders and pushed her away, just in time to see Nerida drop her bag, her eyes welling with tears.

A single second for her face to fall.

Another second for her to bolt so fucking fast.

And the last thing I saw was the cute polka-dot night shorts and button-up shirt that her mother had bought for her birthday vanishing into the rainforest.

Chapter Twenty-One

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Aslan

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(Moon in Thai: Dwng c?nthr?)

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