CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Kiss."

Amara makes it sound so simple. So logical.

So. Fucking. Natural.

As if the idea of me and my fucking stepson kissing isn't taboo.

As if what we're doing at the moment isn't wrong enough all on its own. I'm losing the battle against what I know is right, don't have any remorse for any of it, and it's okay with her.

More than okay. She encourages it.

Amara moans as we're playing with each other's fingers. My stepson and I both finger fucking his girlfriend's pussy.

And damn it. I don't hate any of it. I want more.

I'm hard. Starved to have them both. And here they are, right here. Waiting for me.

Hungry to have me.

Amara's breaths fan on my exposed, sensitive skin.

Carter's lips are parted, his gray eyes glinting with mischief.

This is the kid who I taught how to read. How to drive. How to beat someone up and when it's better to let them go.

I. Raised. Him.

Except he doesn't need me to be a father figure for him anymore.

He's not a kid. Hasn't been for a while now.

It doesn't make it any less wrong.

"We shouldn't," I mutter. There's not a sliver of conviction in my voice.

I'm losing this war between what's right and what's wrong. What would land me a special place in hell. Amara's fingers caressing and grazing my neck don't make me feel any better about this.

Another second and I'll cave. I'll crash and burn. The three of us will.

My inner turmoil doesn't go unnoticed by Carter. He flexes his fingers inside the tight space of Amara's cunt. Engulfing mine with them, squeezing my fingers between his.

He leans forward. Offers himself. A bolt of lightning strikes inside his gray eyes. My unhinged stepson. My business partner. The man I lust over. And more. So much more.

"Please." Amara's fingertips whisper over my skin, her brown eyes pleading.

Her voice is so sweet. So decadent. Hearing her beg breaks through my restraint. From her lips, the idea of kissing Carter doesn't sound as bad. Every reason we shouldn't be together is being stripped away. All of them. One by fucking one.

There's nothing wrong with us.

There's just love.

Pure, intoxicating, mad, and accepting love.

Amara screams this truth without uttering a single word. Tells me it's okay to be whoever the fuck I am. To take what I want and forget everything and everyone else.

I knew this had to have been the reason Carter runs off to spend time with her whenever he could. Yes, he's been staying with me longer. He's done that every time I've asked him to. He was happy to be needed. To be by my side.

He's also been torn and guilty as fuck about making Amara wait.

After being hit with the full force of her, I understand why.

"Killian." Amara's fingers dip beneath my chin, tilting my head up to Carter.

She doesn't force me. She's offering him. Easing my doubts.

It takes me a moment. Eventually, I let my gaze travel to Carter's.

Our eyes meet, and it's nothing like when Amara and mine had. Both of us are strong. Both are dominant. Our stares clash, his fire consuming mine while mine slams into him. My desire is mirrored in his gaze. The air between us thickens.

His fingers grip mine tighter inside Amara's pussy. His molars grind. Carter's not a patient man. I can tell he's calling on every ounce of self-restraint to keep from grabbing my face and kissing me.

He needs me to show him I'm in.

"Yeah. Please, Killian." Carter presses closer, his chin grazing the top of Amara's head.

His movement pushes Amara forward and into me. Her breasts collide with my chest. The tip of my dick brushes her soft belly.

Carter's lips are precariously close to mine.

"This isn't right," I grunt out.

It's not an I don't want this, and both of them hear it.

Amara tempts me by swaying back and forth in the tight space we offer her. Grinds on our fingers. Her moans are hot against my chest. Her lips are flower petals on my skin, and her taut nipples are so fucking sexy.

Carter continues stroking my fingers inside her. Eyeing me.

"It's right," Carter demands.

"So right," Amara chimes in.

I'm so hard for them. The two of them. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock on Amara's skin. My breaths and Carter's mix, entangle. The three of us are toxic together. Our obsession is the worst kind of drug that ruins people.

"I fucking want this, Killian." Carter's eyes narrow. They lack his usual intensity. He's asking. Pleading. Groaning with frustration. "Fucking kiss me already."

Those four words kill my sense of right and wrong. They demolish the outside world. Erase the memories I have of him as a kid. Bring to light those of the man he's become.

The three of us are the only thing that matters now. The only people existing.

This chaotic girl and my unhinged stepson.

No more second thoughts.

"Come here." My desire wins over.

I grip the back of his neck. My fingers brush Amara's where she's touching him.

She breathes, "Yes."

I feel her eyes on us. Her pussy clenching on our fingers as I drag Carter to me.

His eyes are hooded. His jaw slacks, giving me a view of his pink tongue.

I tilt my head for a better angle, holding my breath.

There's no going back to what we were after this, I say inwardly during the longest second of my life.

My gaze flickers to his, and all I can think of is…

Mine.

Fuck going back.

Three years of barely restrained lust and feelings explode in this one single moment. I don't hold back when I lean forward.

I take.

Our lips crush together. Mesh against each other. Fire and ice colliding. A nuclear bomb detonating in our penthouse.

He groans, his lips moving on mine. Pushing against me. Demanding—no, needing more.

Fuck. Whatever he's feeling, I feel tenfold.

My hunger becomes an unrestrained beast. Out of control. Goddamn ravenous. I growl, kissing him harder, forcing him to part his lips for me. I take more of him, darting my tongue past his teeth. Kissing him with everything I have in me.

I'm raw, open, and vulnerable. Because this is the moment to do it. This is the exact right time to give this man every ounce of the pent-up desires I've been choking on for years.

Years of denying myself of him. Of stalking his every move around the penthouse. At work.

Three years of cursing myself for letting my gaze stray to his cock. His chest. His lips.

All of that blows up in my face.

My teeth dig into his lip. My tongue lashes at his. My fingers rake through his short hair.

More. More. More.

I'm losing myself to Amara that's moaning and is so perfect between us.

To him.

As does he. He opens his mouth wider, angling his head forward, offering me to delve deeper. Like he can't get enough of my lips. Of the kiss.

I can't get enough of him either. I don't think I ever could.

"Killian," Carter moans my name.

With this one word, he makes me bite and abuse his mouth. Punish him for the temptation. For the time I missed out on.

But I know that's not the whole truth. This, just the two of us, it wouldn't have been right. Wouldn't have been complete without her.

Without Amara.

She needed to be here. Now, she finally is.

"You're so fucking hot." She leans into me, biting my tattooed bicep.

I want more of her. More of them. So I use my thumb to stroke her clit. It's a tight fit since we're all mashed together, but her clit is swollen and she's wet. So wet that my thumb slides over and massages her for being such a good girl.

Her hands fall from our necks as her desire takes over. She's helpless, crushed by two ravenous kissing men. And she's about to come.

"Please," she begs, then sucks on my skin. Beautiful, needy thing.

"Her asshole," I order Carter between hungry kisses. "If your thumb isn't in there already, push it inside her tight little hole."

Carter's eyes fly open. His swollen lips hike up.

I don't see the moment he slips his thumb in or deeper into her other hole. Don't have to. Amara's body tells me everything my eyes can't see.

She shudders, her small fingers latching on to my waist. Her teeth release their death grip on my arm when she first screams, then begs for more.

She won't last long.

"Put your mouth on her." My gaze bores into his. "She's not coming by herself."

He understands. He wants that for her, same as I do. We return our mouths to Amara, our lips kissing, sucking, pleasuring her skin. Carter and I pour our attention on her neck, jaw, her cheeks.

Her hooded gaze glides from him to me. Her pussy clenches on us.

"I'm going to… Fuck." Her sweet voice strokes our ears and we shove our fingers deeper into her. "I'm going to come."

"Do it," we both snarl at the same time.

Our good girl does. She freezes for a moment. Her muscles strain. Her breath is caught in her throat. When she screams her release, her whole body shivers in our hold.

The penthouse is soundproofed, but for once, I hate it. For once, I wish it weren't. I wish everyone within a ten-mile radius could get a taste of the pleasure we brought Amara.

Us. Both of us.

We keep finger-fucking her holes, kissing her, telling her, "That's it, let it go."

Once her quivering body grows limp, I pull out of her. My hands go to her shoulders, and I take half a step back so I can look at her. Flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Eyes at half-mast as Carter continues to devour her shoulder with his mouth.

"You were so good," I tell her, gazing at Carter so he'd know I'm talking to him too. "We're not done. Are we, Carter?"

"No." He shakes his head slowly, his psycho grin parting his lips. He's beautiful in a dark way. Mine to do with as I wish. Ours. "How do you want us, Killian?"

"You." I dive my hand into Amara's long hair, shoving her to the floor. "On your knees."

"No." She wriggles, her eyes no longer hooded.

They're very much alive. Rebellious.

Regardless of her playfulness, her denial stops me in my tracks. Carter's wicked grin widens, reminding me this isn't her safeword. Just in case, I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her.

"Not begonias," she whispers. Then returns to fight me.

Little bird, pretending she wants to spread her wings and fly.

She doesn't.

She won't.

"Feral little thing." I invade her space, casting my shadow over her. "You'll go down on your knees. It's either that, or I'm going to fuck your ass dry."

Obviously, I'm not going to do it. Nor will I make it bleed.

But it's clear she gets off on the fear.

"Kneel." My second shove is far less gentle.

Her knees hit the floor, eyeing me with a newfound hunger.

"You." I jerk my chin at Carter who has his hand patting Amara's head like she really is his pet. His cock is hard in slacks. Thick and mouthwatering. "Clothes off. Lie on your back on the rug over there."

"Yes, sir."

He hasn't called me that since he went into high school. It seems damn fitting now. As strong and as in control as he is, he'll do as I say.

While he walks over a couple of steps to the rug, he unbuttons his shirt slowly. He slides it off his shoulders, exposing the smooth, taut skin on his back.

"Crawl over there, next to him," I order her.

She does, swaying her beautiful, round ass. I kick off my pants and briefs, walking over to them. Waiting for her to come next to him. To have her where I want her.

"Stop." I take my place in front of her. My hand curls around Amara's nape, fingers clenching on her.

She bats her eyelashes, her hands curling into fists behind her back. Done fighting. "Tell me what to do."

"Wrap your lips around my cock, beautiful girl." My cock jerks in her face. "Fucking suck me."

She bats her long eyelashes and then tries to turn her head to Carter.

"No, no, no." I drag her face closer to my crotch as I glimpse at Carter. He's looking at us, his bare chest on display, his hands working on removing his belt and pants. "I said suck me and I meant it."

"Suck him, pet, or else…" Carter pulls his lips in, squeezing her shoulder before going back to undress himself.

Amara places her hands on my hips, baring her teeth at me. Sweet and beautiful, in all her unhinged glory.

"You have until Carter's naked, Amara." I watch him lower his zipper, as he kicks off his shoes and socks. "Your time's running out. I promise you, I won't hesitate to tear into your sweet little asshole. I'd much rather you make lube for it, though. But it's up to you."

My eyes roam over her. For a moment, my heart rages at the lump on her temple. I caress the red reddened skin.

That's where my compassion ends. I fucking need her and Carter.

I grip her by the throat, shoving her lips to my groin. "Suck. It."

She parts her lips slightly. Not enough. I piston my hips forward, lodging myself deep in her throat. Her choking noises are followed by her spit covering my dick. Dripping down her cheeks, over my balls.

"That's it." I fuck her face while forcing her head to stay still. "Take it. Every inch, Amara. Every fucking inch."

She's so beautiful. Lips wrapped around my length, her mouth struggling to adjust to my girth. My balls tighten, imagining both Carter's and my cocks in her together. I groan, my hooded gaze trailing between him and her.

"You can do better than that, pet." Carter rids himself of his pants. "Suck. Fucking. Harder."

I can be in her mouth for a year and her spit alone still won't be enough. She needs more lubing before I go in her ass.

She doesn't fight me when I rip her head off me.

"Keep your mouth open." Amara's mouth remains in an O shape, and I turn to Carter. "Help her."

"Pretty, dirty pet," he coos before gathering saliva in his mouth.

His cock is hard in his hand, his piercing wet with precum. He bends to Amara. Not too low, though. He's giving me a view of both of them. His eyes flit to mine and back to Amara.

He spits into her mouth. Then bites her nose.

Weirdest shit I've ever seen. Hottest, too.

"Get Killian nice and wet." He strokes her blown cheek with his knuckles. His gaze lands on my throbbing cock while he strokes Amara's face. "That big, gorgeous dick you're gonna take up your ass needs a lot of lubing."

The hunger bleeding from him when he looks at my dick like that is too much. I'm so desperate to take, to conquer, that I force myself into Amara's mouth without a warning.

"Motherfucker," I curse. Her hot mouth is wet with her saliva. With his too.

Carter rubs himself as he watches.

"Enough." I'm about to come, yanking her off me again. "Go ride Carter's cock, beautiful girl. Ride him and get your ass up and ready for me."

"Fuck, yes." Carter walks backward, smirking.

Amara spins toward him, dragging her hands and knees on the rug. I follow her until she's on top of Carter. Until she grips his cock and positions the crown between her pussy lips.

Their interaction is so natural, so fluid. Like that of a couple.

I'm almost jealous. Except I'm not an outsider anymore.

"Like this?" she asks me, reminding me I'm a part of this. Of them.

I stop to study them.

Amara bats her long dark eyelashes at me.

Carter glances at me, his hands going to Amara's hips.

They're real.

This is real.

"Just like that."

I lower to my knees behind them, gripping her ass, my thumbs stroking her sweet flesh. She's hot and shivering beneath my fingers. She'll have a lot more to fear soon.

"Take his dick, Amara." With a hand on her lower back, I push her down.

Carter's cock disappears in her pussy. They both groan and her forehead falls on Carter's shoulders.

Long, blonde locks drape around her face and she shakes harder, her thighs clenching and unclenching. Carter rakes his fingers through her hair, spreading his attention between my face and the top of her head.

"Such a good girl." He's ruthless when he fucks her from the floor. His hands move to her ass, holding her in place. Making her his to use. "So wet, Amara. So ours."

I move in on them, sliding my hands beneath Carter's violently. Amara whimpers and Carter groans as I start to shove her on top of him. Her juices glisten on his length, and I push her all the way up his body. Until I see the glistening crown of his cock. I splay a hand on her lower back, pinning her to Carter's front.

"Kiss him."

My hand moves from her back, my arm wrapping around her to find her clit. I rub her hard and fast, listening to the wet sounds of her pussy. Of their kisses. I lower myself to Carter's cock, swirling my tongue around it, flicking the tip on his barbell.

His thighs strain and he's hot and needy between my lips. Amara's arousal fills my nose, blending so fucking well with his precum.

I need him in my mouth, though. Every inch of him. I push Amara higher on his body, open wide, and suck.

"Fuck," he hisses. His hips jerk up, the movement causing Amara's ass to stumble back on my face. I welcome everything about them while I bob my head up and down Carter's length. "Your mouth, Killian. Your fucking mouth. Thank you. Thank you. Fucking thank you."

Her scent and his envelop me. Their tastes blend in my mouth. I moan. I fucking moan as my drenched cock is desperate for a release.

Since I won't let him come like this, I get up. Fueled by my fantasies—by the needs thrumming in my veins—I rearrange them. I hold on to the base of his cock, hoist Amara in the air, and shove her down on his length. All the way down.

"You like his big cock impaling you?" I nudge my thumb to her asshole while Amara rides Carter.

"Y-yes." She swallows, barely able to say this one word. "Yes."

"That's a good girl." I hook an arm around her, bite one of her butt cheeks and release her.

"Such a good girl," Carter groans as I spit on my hand and lube myself some more.

I position myself between her legs, bracketing Carter's. Our saliva run down the length of my dick, glistening in the dim light of the penthouse.

"Baby." Carter draws her face to his, leaning up to meet her in the middle. His muscles tense beneath me and I feel them. Want them. "Remember yesterday?"

At this point, the three of us are aware we all were a part of last night. Neither of us gives a damn.

"Yes," she moans.

I grab her hair, whipping her head to the side to have a look at her. Her eyes slide to mine.

"I'm clean," I tell her. Tell both of them.

She winks. Fucking winks.

"You were such a good whore for me," Carter continues when I nudge my tip to her tight asshole. She clenches, letting out the cutest, frightened mewl. "But not just for me. Because, really, the two of us were fucking you, right?"

"M-hmm." She offers both of us a small smirk. She's in pain, knows it'll hurt like a mother, and she smirks.

"Be that good girl again, pet." Carter cups her cheeks, pulling her face from me to him. His tongue darts out as he fucks her from the floor, and he licks the corner of her mouth. "Let him in."

That's all the warning she's going to get. I can't fucking take it anymore. She's so fucking strong that she can take me.

I hold on to her waist and shove the head of my cock in her ass. She lets out a pained groan, trying to escape, by scraping the rug.

Carter growls angrily, grabbing her forearms while I yank on her hair, shoving another inch inside her. Carter's cock rocks in and out of her, and I feel him brushing my length.

A harsh breath leaves past my lips. "Christ, you're tight."

"It's too much," Amara shouts. "I can't."

"You can." Carter grinds into her slowly, sensually. "You're our good little cum slut, baby. You begged for us to be inside you. To fill you up. We're only giving you what you asked for."

Another inch.

"Stop," she cries out, her eyes wild.

"You're doing so well." Carter's voice takes on a sinister edge. "Taking both of us. Letting me feel Killian's cock while I'm balls deep inside you. The best sex of my fucking life."

"No, no more." She half cries, half smirks. I already know how obsessed I'm going to be with her brand of crazy. To the colors and glitters of her fascinating personality. "So good. But it hurts. It hurts."

Carter smirks and slows down his pace. "Now."

Amara reaches forward, attempting to escape again.

"You're not going anywhere, beautiful." I pull her back and thrust all the way inside her ass.

She screams and clenches around me. I still myself, reveling in her tightness. In the exquisite feel of Carter's cock pushing back from her pussy.

"Please."

"Be our good little whore, Amara." Craving more of everything, I start rocking my hips. "Take this. Take all of it."

"You hear him, pet?" Carter fucks her from beneath, one of his hands playing with her pierced nipple. "Our beautiful whore. You're going to be dripping so much cum by the time we're done with you."

"It hurts," she groans, but there's no mistaking the underlying satisfaction in her tone.

"We have you." I lean forward. Her clit thrums beneath my fingertip when I return to rubbing Amara. Wet, pulsing, and needy.

Except it's more than just Amara's body pushing against my fingers. It's Carter's dick too.

"You get off on that, don't you?" I pinch her clit and the delicious sound of her pained whimper fills my ears. "You want our hands and mouths and cocks on you. Inside you. You want to hear the wet sound of our cocks stroking when we fuck you."

The ache and arousal in her choked-out "Yes" has my cock jerking inside her. I feel Carter from under me, having the same reaction. Hot, and pulsing, and fuck.

"So needy." Carter grabs her chin. "Tell him how much you love his cock in your ass."

Her breath hitches, and a quick look at him gives me a glimpse of the smirk on his face.

"Playing shy again, pet? Okay then, I'll start." His gaze flickers to mine, and he talks through strained breaths. "Killian, you have no idea what you do to me. Pushing me from her ass. Sliding on my dick. With our baby between us. I—uh—" They both moan from the pressure I apply on Amara's clit. "It's so good. So goddamn good."

The sound of our groans, slapping balls and cocks, and Amara's strangled pleas for more echo loud in the otherwise quiet penthouse.

"I love it," Amara says when Carter lets go of her face. "Killian, I love your cock. I love the pain. Love it."

Their eyes crawl up my body.

I'm close. About to blow my load in her tight ass. No, that won't do. I want to pull out halfway and spray what's left of my cum on Carter. Mark them both.

"Good girl." I rut into her faster, my balls slapping against Carter's cock with every stroke. "You're going to come with my cock up your ass and Carter's in your cunt."

"She's there," Carter grunts out. "Her pussy is fucking milking me."

One moment it's my name on her lips, then Carter's. Both sounds are equally delicious. Equally right. Her body is ours to play with. To fuck. To destroy, then mend it back together with our names etched on her bones.

Carter has his hand around her slender neck. Mine keeps working her clit.

Amara buries her head in Carter's shoulder, screaming so we'd both hear her. "Kiss him. Please, just kiss him."

I'm not sure who she's talking to. Both of us, if I had to guess. Doesn't even matter. We're both keen on giving it to her.

She yelps when I press my chest to her back. When Carter lifts on his forearm, sinking deeper into her. My hand leaves her clit for balance, while my other is shoved beneath Carter's neck to bring him closer to me.

Not an ounce of uncertainty passes between us before our lips collide. Our tongues dance together, our scruff probably leaving burn marks on our faces.

Amara's hungry groans and the way her body melds to our dark desires are just as hot. I break the kiss with Carter, only because I need her just the same. My lips press to the soft curve of her spine, then I suck on her skin, hard.

"Now." My cock ruts into her in a punishing rhythm. I'm done being affectionate.

His cock swells inside her. Her juices run down his cock, his balls. Soaking him and me.

"Now," Carter repeats, finishing inside her first.

His animalistic groan reverberates through the three of us. His face contorts with pleasure, his lip curled, eyes wide and pupils dilated. An image I'll have branded into my head till the day I die.

Amara lets go right after him, spasming on my cock. She trembles, her body weak, nails digging into Carter's arm. I let go of Carter, snaking an arm around Amara's torso. I hold her even as I come the hardest I ever have. I curse, thrusting until I'm all spent inside her.

Carter will get my cum another day.

We have time. All the time in the world. With my arm firm around her, I pull out, taking her with me to the floor next to Carter. She's on her back right in the middle, glancing at the two men at her sides.

"You've been so good." I caress her cheeks, snuggling her. Sharing her with Carter.

"You were perfect." Carter spins to his side, perching his head on his hand.

His fingers trace a line from Amara's collarbone to her navel, and she shivers. My fingers close on her forearm, my lips kissing her shoulder, praising her with my mouth.

Amara opens her palms to us, and we take them. The sweet girl she is, she brings them to the space over her heart. For the three of us to touch each other.

Carter presses a kiss to her nipple. Our abuse left its marks on her. Her breasts are red, starting to turn purple. Amara purrs, gazing at him, and slowly at me. Asking for something.

Affection. Not for her. We're obviously affectionate enough toward this beautiful woman who's brought us together. Who has endured two cocks stretching her.

She's asking us to show kindness to one another.

Another uncharted territory for both Carter and me.

But I do want—no, need—him to know this isn't just about him sharing Amara. That this isn't just sex.

It isn't. I wouldn't have obsessed over him for years—wouldn't have been abstinent from sex for three long years—if it weren't for a deeper emotion.

"Carter." I mirror his position, resting my lips on Amara's wounded temple. I raise one thumb from where our hands are entwined on Amara's chest, caressing his palm. "Thank you."

With a strand of hair falling on his forehead, he offers me a smile. This isn't his crazy one. It's a satisfied one. He's calm. Strangely so.

"Let's get Amara nice and clean and spoiled." He brings her hand to his lips and untangles himself from her hold.

Carter rises to his knees, scooping her up like she weighs nothing.

"Yay, aftercare shower." Amara wiggles her toes, her smile brightening the entire space.

Another thing I don't know about her. About them.

Then they twist their heads to where I'm perched on the rug, their eyes questioning. Including me. I'm not feeling left behind. I'm eager to learn more.

Amara outstretches her hand to me. "Killian, you coming?"