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“Yes, you should have,” I agreed, as I kicked off my jeans and steered him toward my opening. Normally, I would have removed my prosthetic to prevent it from pinching the stump below my knee, but I wanted him too badly to waste any more time.
I wanted him to fuck me.Now.
Dean angled his cock against my wetness and pushed it into my body, grunting as he penetrated me, mashing his mouth against mine as he filled me to the hilt. I kissed him back and ground my hips down so our bodies moved together instead of letting him pull out, creating a wave motion that massaged my sensitive inner walls.
“Fuuuuuck.”
I swore into his mouth as he increased his pace, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places to make everything outside our bodies fade into the background. This was exactly what I’d needed, and I hadn’t even been aware of it. But now, in this moment, I knew it with crystal clarity.
Especially when he squeezed me harder and moaned my name.
“Kyyyla.”
I arched my back further, letting my clit swell against his pelvic bone as he fucked me hard, his face turning red andperspiration forming on his forehead as he crested the wave of an orgasm.
His cock throbbed inside me and it was too much — I squealed and spasmed beneath him as a whirlwind of pleasure picked me up and made me feel weightless. My pulse thumped in my ears as my vision faded and I fell back on the bed, too spent to do anything but feel my pussy clamp around his emptying cock.
Dean fell on top of me as both our chests heaved. We were both hot, our skin still burning, but neither of us cared. The moment was perfect, and I drifted in and out of sleep as he caressed my hair and kissed my neck.
But then a knock on the door made us both jump.
36
KYLA
My heart pounded. Who was at my door? What did they want?
Why were they herenow?
I instinctively covered myself with the sheet that Dean had kicked aside while he’d been fucking me. He looked around for somewhere to hide and, finding nowhere suitable, pulled the doona over himself.
“Nice disguise,” I joked. “You look like every cheating husband in every comedy movieever.”
“Kyla?” Wyatt called from outside.
Dean relaxed and pulled the doona off his head.
“Ask if Brooke’s with him,” he whispered.
“Are you alone?” I called out, loud enough for anyone outside to hear me.
“Yes.”
I went to the door and opened it to find Wyatt standing there, smirking. “Unlike you, by the sounds of it.” He climbed the steps and his grin vanished when he saw Dean on my bed, wrapped in my doona.
“I can explain,” I said weakly. It was a knee-jerk reaction, something I felt like I had to say, although I wasn’t sure why.None of us had spoken about being exclusive and surely Wyatt was okay with me having sex with other men — after all, I’d literally done it with Isaac while he watched.
But Wyatt’s confusion was momentary, and his smile returned.
“For a second, I thought Isaac had gotten areallybad haircut.”
Dean shook his head so his floppy brown hair fell over his eyes.
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Nothing.” Wyatt gave his best professional comedian’s grin. “On you.”
I groaned. On the one hand, I was glad that neither man seemed bothered by the presence of the other. But on the other hand, I felt like I was mediating a conversation between two teenagers.
