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“Let’s get you covered up,” Alana suggests, her eyes still not meeting mine as she remains loyal to her word.
She shifts Zoe to stand, and as my princess comes down out of her orgasm haze, her cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
“But I didn’t make you…” She trails off, turning to look at her friend.
“Mama, I didn’t do that to get myself off. I did that for you. Besides,” she shrugs, pulling my t-shirt over Zoe’s head, “Slasher is waiting for me, and I’m going to ride his face until he’s nearly drowning. He will get me off nice and good.”
A burst of laughter flies from Zoe’s lips, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, trying to ward it off.
I can’t help but fucking smirk.
Covering her bare chest with her arm, most likely out of respect for Zoe’s wishes, Alana bids us a goodnight and hurries to the hallway, where I hear her squeal and a moment later the deep rasp of Slasher’s voice as they reunite.
“I… was that… okay?” Zoe asks, her worried gaze darting to me.
Reaching out slowly, I cup her cheek, my dark eyes locking with hers so she can see my honesty.
“I want whatever you want, Zo. If you needed Alana to be the one to bring you pleasure tonight, then that’s what I want too. But…” This time I trail off, and her brows shoot high.
“But?”
“You’re still mine, right? You still love me and aren’t into chicks now, right?”
Zoe’s face drops in shock, and then she starts giggling.
“Oh my god. Is Grayson Black insecure?”
I growl, stepping closer to her. “When it comes to you. Yes, I fucking am.”
Her giggles fall away, and her expression softens as she leans into my hand still cupping her cheek.
“Gray, I love you. Thank you for letting Alana do that for me, and for staying and watching. I really like you watching me.”
I can’t help it. I fucking grin from ear to ear. “I fucking love watching you, Princess. I’ll never get enough of watching you come undone.”
Pressing her hand over mine at her face, her gaze darts to my lips, her pink tongue peeking out to glide over her lower lip.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I ask, fucking aching to feel my lips on hers again. She pecked me the other day, and I’ve ached for that small gesture ever since.
“Yes. Just a small one,” she whispers and my lip tugs up at one corner.
“How about you control the kiss? You lead and I’ll follow.”
Sucking in an audible breath, Zoe nods, rising on her toes to close the distance.
The moment our lips touch, I fucking feel like I’m home. It takes everything in me to fight the urge to grasp her shoulders and drag her closer to deepen the kiss.
I’m expecting a peck, but this time, Zoe starts slowly nibbling on my lips, sending me fucking crazy, but fuck it’snice. There are no tongues involved. They start trapped in our mouths, but as her lips part against mine a fraction, my chest warms with the notion that this is yet another step forward.
After a moment, Zoe pulls back, biting her lip even as her gaze meets mine through the fan of her lashes.
“Come on. Let’s get you up to bed. It’s been a long day.”
Nodding, Zoe lets me lead her from the room where I take her to our bed, and she lets me cuddle her to sleep.
Zoe
“Come on, Mama Z. You can do better than that,” Cara taunts as she kicks me again.
