CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Watching Killian hovering over my—our—girl is hot. More than that.

Motherfucking lava.

I hid in the shadows of the apartment, letting them bond. Giving him the space to open up to each other. Amara wasn't cheating on me. Killian didn't try to steal her from me.

He knows I want him. She knows we're going to get him tonight.

Only thing is, I had no idea watching them together would give me one of the hardest boners of my life.

Our roleplay yesterday didn't prepare me for this. For the full force of the desire for both of them barreling into my chest.

So, no, I'm not mad.

I am, however, playful.

"Couldn't wait for me, huh?" My fingers sink into her soft hair and tug. She whimpers. "Greedy, greedy Amara."

The sick part of me gets a kick out of fucking with their minds a little before I tell them I'm game.

I'm a sadistic fuck. This shouldn't be news to her.

Shouldn't be to Killian, either. Except it looks like it is, like in his need to defend her, he's forgotten all about it. He's so protective of her. I fucking love that.

"It's not like that." She doesn't cower from me. Her throat bobs with her gulp, but her voice doesn't waver. "I can explain."

What's the female equivalent to having balls? Having tits? A clit? Whatever it is, Amara has it.

"Carter, it's my fault. Don't blame Amara." Killian grabs my arm, forcing my attention to him. "I pounced on her. I'm sorry."

Being caught won't turn Killian into a pathetic crybaby. Despite the remorse painted on his face, he owns up to his so-called mistake.

"Not your fault." My eyes travel along his semi-naked body.

My stepdad's body. Broad chest, accentuated six-pack. The V-shaped muscle between his hip bones and the dark trail of hair leading below his cotton pants.

His hard cock.

I've seen the outline of his hard-on plenty of times in the past. When he was around me. Talking to me. Staring at me.

He's been attracted to me for years. And now I have my final proof that he's attracted to Amara.

"Carter, don't blame Amara." His jaw clenches, his voice determined. "She didn't do anything. I did. It's all on me."

"I'm sorry, Carter."

My attention snaps back to her. Such a beautiful, strong, woman.

I cock my head, sticking to my little game. "Your apologies are unnecessary."

Killian's fingers dig into my skin. "Carter…" he warns.

"You're breaking up with me?" Tears brim in Amara's big brown eyes.

Still, though, she plays it cool. No begging. No pointing fingers at Killian. She's regal even in her sadness.

No wonder I'm in love.

"Amara." I slide my hand to the side of her neck, gripping her.

"You're right," Amara rushes to add, breathing hard beneath my fingers. "I fucked up. I'll leave. I'll carry my bags downstairs and leave."

"No." Killian releases me, reaching for her wrist between us. The veins on his forearms bulge, his heat seeping into my body. "You're not going anywhere."

The way he's holding her hard like that has precum wetting the tip of my cock.

"And you." Killian's an inch from my face. His eyes are mad. Lust and protectiveness play in them. I want both. I want all of him. "You're not breaking up with her. I invaded her personal space. Me."

My tongue swipes along the top row of my teeth, and I smile.

First, I heard him confess he liked both Amara and me.

Now, they're protecting each other. Practically ganging up on me.

Last but not fucking least, we have to be honest with each other. The three of us.

I'm a firm believer in do first, talk never. Thing is, if the three of us don't fess up to our feelings right this minute, we'll end up worse than we had in the conference room.

We need to clear shit up.

"No one's breaking up with anyone." I stay in place, loosen my tie, and throw it to the floor. "Amara gets me, don't you?"

I catch the moment realization dawns behind her chocolate brown eyes. While Killian remains tense at her side, her teeth bite into her bottom lip. My gaze drops to her hard nipples and the outline of her piercing.

She arches her back, her full lips curving up. "I do."

"Carter, leave her the fuck alone." Killian puts himself between us, his hands on my pectorals, ready to push me. "She isn't one of your toys."

He's a wall of a man I'm dying to lick.

Whose nipples I dream of sucking.

For him, I'd get down on my goddamn knees.

Talk first, fuck later.

"She's into my games." My arm outstretches to Amara as an invitation, and she comes to my side. "Except tonight and every night after, we're done playing by ourselves. We're done being just the two of us."

I grip Amara's chin, tipping her head up. This close to her, I smell jasmine. Jasmine and Killian. Her swan-like neck smells of him.

I'm drawn to finding out what he would taste like on her. Fucking obsessed.

My lips part. My mouth and tongue trace the sweet taste of her cheeks, going lower, where Killian's smell is the most prominent.

The taste of him on her does exactly what I thought. It makes me wild. Makes me groan with pleasure. Amara moans when I bite her, her little fingers clinging to my dress shirt. One of my hands grabs Amara's waist, and the other delves into her hair.

Killian's silent. After getting my fill, I gaze up, watching his dark gaze eyeing us intently. Still in place. I need him. I feel Amara's energy coursing between us. She needs him just the same.

"We have one person in mind." My fingers brush the underside of her swollen breasts.

She tries to wrench herself from my grasp. Amara and her kink of being my prey. It stirs the predator in me awake and my teeth clamp on her throat to keep her in place.

"No," Amara cries out. She's in pain. The good kind.

"Be a good girl and tell me you want me."

"Always."

The air Amara and I share stirs. Gets heavier.

Killian's shadow blocks some of the light.

My cock jerks in my pants. My Prince Albert grazes my briefs. The mild pain heightens the insane arousal taking over me and I'm getting really fucking restless.

"Tell Killian you want him with us." I pinch her pierced nipple, coaxing a delicious scream out of her. "Tell my stepdad you want him."

She whimpers. Whispers something that sounds a lot like mm-hmm.

A rough hand rests on my nape. Long, big fingers slide around the side of my neck possessively and wrap around me.

I cast my eyes up to find Killian's dark, hungry ones roaming over the two of us. Eating up Amara and me in turns.

"This little dream of yours from last night, pet." I slide my hands to her hips, thrusting her body to mine. Bumping her belly to my erection. My cock jerks every fucking time. "You wanted it. Wanted us."

"Yes, yes," she cries out.

My fingers bite into her flesh. I'm dizzy with desire. Feeding off the depravity of the moment. Needing to bite. To fuck. To violate.

I'm starting to lose control.

As if hearing my thoughts, Killian digs his fingers deeper into my neck. The next moment, his other hand makes a fist in Amara's long hair.

He's touching us.

He'll backtrack the moment he remembers the risk we're taking by being together. How we'll eventually have to go public with our relationship. Deal with rumors. Give assholes like Preston reason to doubt us, to undermine us.

They'll paint him as a sick fuck. Make me look like a pathetic brainwashed groomed kid. They'll say Amara is twisted for getting into this mess. Our mess.

I'll burn the goddamn city down if anyone says that about them. Use my bare hands to rip throats. Maim people.

Once I find it in me to tell Amara the truth about what we do for a living. Once I force her to stay and be able to have security detail on her twenty-four/seven.

I will.

But Killian's always been the responsible one. He won't want any of this for us.

Well, fuck that.

I see him. See his restraint hanging on by a thread.

I'm here to slice this thread right down the fucking middle.

"You were fucking desperate for both our cocks, A." Without pulling back, I fish out my knife. "Begging us to stretch you."

Amara gasps. Killian sticks to his silence. It doesn't bother me. I have his attention.

"Fill your tight holes." I hold her very still, getting off on their heated stares as I yank on her T-shirt collar. I cut the thin fabric down the middle, exposing her tits to us. "Or maybe you want to see if we can make both cocks fit into your pussy."

Her choked scream and Killian's groan do things to me. Dirty things. My forehead presses to hers, one hand cupping one of her swollen breasts. I squeeze her for all I'm worth, eager to see her flesh bruised, marked.

This one's mine. The second I'm leaving for Killian.

One of Amara's hands is in my hair. Clutching at it, tearing at the roots. Her other hand has found its way to Killian behind her. Her fingertips rest on the pulsing vein in his throat.

Connecting the three of us together.

It's her. This whole thing is possible, thanks to her. My filthy angel.

Who's going to get a whole lot filthier by the end of the night.

"That's not all, is it?" Her tits are no longer just mine. I shove her T-shirt to either side, giving Killian a view of our beautiful woman.

Her barbell ring drives him mad. I can tell by the low growl reverberating in his chest.

Moving my hands back to her hips, I pin her pussy to my cock. Forcing her to arch her back so I can lap my tongue on her nipple.

Her head falls and rests on Killian's shoulder.

He releases her hair, his large hand covering Amara's flushed cheek.

"You wanted it to be messy. Limbs and sweat and cum."

She pulls me closer, and I groan against her taut nipple.

"That's what you were begging for, wasn't it?"

"More." Amara tilts her head to the side, her lips latching on Killian's skin. Sucking him into her mouth.

Killian's eyes slam shut for a moment. When he opens them, he looks at the famished woman. He gains confidence, his hand slipping to her throat, locking her in place. His other one joins hers at my hair, exploring me.

Jesus fuck.

I can't stop now.

"More, baby?" I say to her and him alike. "You'll have more. You'll watch our cocks rubbing together. We'll grind against each other, kneeling on either side of you. Take turns pinching your nipples. Reaching back to touch your clit just the way you like it."

"Yes."

"Carter."

Fucking finally.

"We'll come at the same time," I continue edging him. Edging them. "Have our seed on every inch of your beautiful face."

Amara's thighs clench. Her heart pounds in her chest. She's begging for both Killian and me. I see him choking her, his thumb stroking her jaw.

I want to tell him he can go harder. That Amara is a kinky little thing. That she takes everything like a good girl.

I don't need to, though. Soon, he'll see everything for himself.

"We'll take care of you, Amara," I murmur, brushing my lips on her abused nipple. I move to the center, licking between her breasts. "We'll make you come until you cry. Fuck each other and fuck you until you can't take it. Our little cum slut. Ours."

The ominous growl from Killian is a nitro boost to my dark desires.

"I'll share you." Sliding to bite and suck on her other nipple—Killian could have both of them later—while I grind into her stomach, I groan, "You'll share me, A. And we'll both share Killian."

"Yes to everything," she cries out the same moment her voice becomes strained. Killian's choking her harder.

Fuck. Yes.

"Like he'll share us." I get ravenous seeing Killian's heaving chest. "We'll be one big fucked up family. Say yes."

"Carter," he repeats my name. His fingers clench in my hair.

"I'll suck him off," I keep teasing him. "Have him hard and ready to fuck you, pet."

"Carter!" Amara screams, lifting a leg to hook around me, pulling me closer.

Killian doesn't move. My dirty talk has only gotten the three of us to this stagnant point.

There's no way we're putting on a show for him. He needs to be a part of it.

Not for me or her alone.

For the three of us.

I untangle myself from her, tear at the button of her cutoffs, and shove them down her legs. Three fingers sink into her wet pussy, pleasuring her. Inviting Killian.

"You're so fucking tight. Soaked and fucking perfect," are my last words with my fingers in her cunt.

A second later, she's being torn from my grip. Flipped to face Killian.

Her face is in his strong grip hands.

Finally, he crushes his lips to hers.

Here we fucking go.