Page 39 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“Please, please, please, Daddy Ki!” I crow, making Pay laugh so hard I worry about her bladder.

“Those are fighting words!” Ki yells, grabbing one of the Nerf guns and hitting me in the arm with the dart.

They truly are, because everyone scrambles out of bed, grabs their weapon of choice, and runs after me. I can’t stop laughing as I jump over the couch, crouching behind it as I shoot people sniper-style. Pillows are thrown, posts are abandoned— Fuck, this was a good idea.

I don’t really care what his poor neighbors think as we stomp around and yell. Totally worth it.

KIAN

I haven't laughed this hard in months. Nate had a great idea with the Nerf gun game. It almost reminded me of the days we used to play when we were younger.

I can see how Patience has welcomed the twins back into her life with open arms. It's hard not to get nostalgic.

Cal hits me in the back of the head with a rubber bullet and I groan. Dammit. I thought I found the best hiding spot.

Giggles and then a needy moan erupt from the kitchen. I stand from my crouched position and stretch my arms over my head.

I catch Cal looking at the small patch of skin that's showing from my shirt lifting and I raise a brow. His cheeks flush and he looks away. Hmm, interesting.

I’ve never been against exploring a male's body, but the way Rooke and Cal are, I never thought he would be interested in expanding his relationships.

“Who’s making my girl make all of those pretty noises?” I call out, walking into the kitchen.

Rooke has his hand in Patience's panties, making her whimper as he kisses her. Nate palms his cock as he watches, muttering, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“I’m going to grab dinner,” Cal calls out, completely oblivious to what’s happening in the kitchen.

“Thanks, I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow,” I tell him over my shoulder. The door shuts behind him, and Rooke moves his lips to her neck.

“Want to do something wild with me, baby girl?” Rooke asks as he pushes his thick fingers inside of her. I can only imagine how tightly she’s squeezing him right now.

“I’ll do anything if it means your dick is inside of me soon,” she begs. It makes me pause. We’ve been careful with Pay. Almost… too careful.

She’s been snarling and angry the last few weeks, but she was in a much better mood after being at work. Patience is a very sexual person, and we’ve been depriving her of sex. We’re idiots who have neglected the proper feeding and fucking of our girlfriend.

“Give it to her,” I murmur, leaning against the wall. My cock thickens in my gray sweatpants, and Rooke rolls his tongue over his lips as he glances down.

“Do you want me to stretch your tight little pussy with my big cock while they watch, baby girl?” Rooke growls.

Nate groans at his words, saying, “Yes, please,” under his breath.

“I second that. Fuck me, Rooke. I need it,” Patience says.

I know that they were forced to perform together on camera, and for a second I worry that she may get triggered. Instead, Rooke whispers something in her ear and she nods wildly, pulling her shirt up and over her head. Our gorgeous girl ran around waging a Nerf war in her T-shirt and panties and nothing else.

Fuck, there are so many reasons that I love her, but the fact that she’s adventurous and fun is one of the best. She reminds me that I can still enjoy myself, even though I’m a fussy professor.

Rooke wraps his strong hands in the straps of Pay’s tiny thong, ripping it off. The tearing sound makes my dick twitch, especially as he shoves it into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Pushing her face down onto the island, he drops to his knees. Patience’s gaze meets mine, and I release my cock, palming it just for her. I’ve never really been a voyeur, but this is damn hot. If it helps her reclaim pieces of her soul after the club tried to ruin her, so much the better.

Pay’s lips open, and her pink tongue flicks along them as she watches me. Rooke drops to his knees spreading her ass cheeks wide.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked, baby girl,” I groan, lazily stroking my cock. Nate leans next to me, and it should be weird that we’re masturbating next to each other, but it isn’t as soon as Rooke’s tongue drags over her core.

Patience whimpers, arching and pushing her ass against Rooke’s face. Spank her. Fuck, that ass would look so much prettier if it matched the pretty pink of her pussy. Rooke looks at me as if he can hear my thoughts and my head drops back as I watch.

“Do it,” I plead, hoping he knows what I want.

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