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Her fingers thread through my hair as she kisses me softly, slipping her warm tongue into my mouth and flicking it against mine. A deep groan rolls in my chest. That’s about as much control as I’m willing to give her. I palm the back of her neck, holding her in place as I claim her mouth and her pussy at the same time. Driving into her tight channel over and over again until the only thing in the world is this—me and her right now. She consumes every part of me and I gladly let her. She’s my fucking everything.
When she comes a few moments later, milking my cock with her pussy as she does, I lose myself right along with her, falling over the edge of the cliff as I empty my balls inside her hot wet cunt. She rakes her nails over my shoulders, moaning into my mouth, her back arching in pleasure as she takes everything I give her, riding the last waves of her climax as I grind mine out into her.
“Fuck, Angel,” I grunt as I let her up for air and she gasps in a stuttered breath.
“That was so unexpectedly intense,” she says with a sigh.
I slip my cock out of her and she presses her face against my chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she does.
I look at Shane who’s watching us intently. He arches an eyebrow. “Did you just fuck our girl into a coma, Con?”
I glance at her face, eyes closed and smiling. “I think so.”
“You feel better?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He shifts onto his side until he’s lying behind her with his chest against her back. “Good. Now give her back to me.”
A wave of exhaustion rolls over me and my eyes roll for an entirely different reason than they did a short while ago. “Soon. Just let me lay here with her.”
He grunts his annoyance but he doesn’t tell me to leave. Instead he slides his hand over her hip, splaying it flat on her stomach as he pulls her close to him. I shuffle forward so I remain still flat against her too. His hand is now wedged between the two of us but I don’t give a single fuck because I need her body next to mine, and he doesn’t seem to care either. I can hardly believe how much I love sharing her with him, or how cool he is with the arrangement either. I guess Jessie Ryan is worth changing all of our rules for.
Jessie breathes softly, already in a deep sleep, and the sound makes me smile as I drift off to sleep too.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
LIAM
The sound of Mikey coming into the room at 6am wakes me and I sit up and blink at him. I worked until midnight in the club last night, same as I did the night before. It’s felt good to be able to do something. Even if I do suspect it was something that someone else usually does for Conor anyway, but I appreciate him finding me something to do to help me feel useful.
I don’t take as many pain meds now and I’m no longer sleeping for sixteen hours a day. It means I’m recovering, but it also means I have much more time on my hands. I’m not a big reader, and I think I’ve watched every good program Netflix has to offer. And now that Shane is back, and Conor isn’t working so much, I no longer have my hot nurse mostly to myself to spend the whole day and night with me. I miss waking up with her next to me.
Mikey flops into bed with exhaustion while I suddenly am wide awake. I climb out of bed and wander down the quiet hallway. Everyone is sleeping and I feel a sense of loneliness being the only person up and about.
I make my way to the stairway leading to the roof and head up to the terrace. It’s a beautiful space, and we don’t use it nearly often enough. The morning is warm and the sun is coming up. I tilt my face toward it and let the sunlight warm my skin. The sound of the street below reminds me that I’m not alone. Despite the occupants of our apartment sleeping, the city is very much awake.
I lean on the railing, looking at the streets coming to life below and have no idea how long I stay there before I hear footsteps behind me. Turning around, I see Jessie walking toward me.
“Good morning. You’re up early,” she says with a smile as she reaches me and slides her warm arm around my waist.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I kiss her head and wrap my arm around her shoulder. “How did you know I was up here?”
“I came to see if you needed anything and you weren’t in bed. And you weren’t in the apartment, and I saw the door to the roof open.”
“You should be a detective,” I chuckle, and she rolls her eyes and smiles up at me.
“This is some view,” she says as she peers over the railing.
“Sure is.”
“You feel cold.”
“I’m fine,” I say with a sigh.
“I’m not nagging you,” she whispers. “I just worry about you.”
