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I didn’t remember how we ended up on the floor, me on all fours while Ky pounded into me from behind. I felt nothing but the ripples of bliss as he destroyed me with each hard thrust, growling incomprehensible, savage words. I began to lose strength, my arms giving out until my shoulders were pressed to the floor, my head turned so that all I saw was Jamie and Sparks. If I’d had the strength, I would have reached out to them, wanting to touch them both. Needing it so badly, my breath caught in my throat.

Ky was the only thing keeping my bottom half up, his fingers biting bruisingly into my flesh as they held me in place while he slammed into me over and over. And then he went still, his cock seeming to double in size within me before he emptied every last drop inside my body. But as soon as he was finished, he turned me over so that I was lying beneath him, and he kissed me.

Weakly, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. Neither of us cared that Sparks’s come was still lingering on my lips a little. All that mattered was that Ky kissed me as hungrily as he’d just fucked me.

When he lifted his head, his breathing still rapid from exertion, I finally got my first look at his face without the mask and makeup. He held himself above me on his elbows, his eyes gray like storm clouds as he let reality hit me.

I knew him. Those beautiful gray eyes surrounded by long, brown lashes. His straight, slightly raised nose. Lips that were wickedly sweet and full. That square jaw clenching when he saw the recognition filling my eyes.

“Kyrie?” I choked out, my body chilling beneath him as reality hit me like a physical blow.

He flinched but didn’t confirm or deny the accusation in my voice.

“You’re Kyrie Renchford.”

Sensing the other two beginning to tense, I shoved at Ky’s shoulders. I was naked and dripping come. From multiple men. But that wasn’t why my mind was shutting down. Calling myself a slut. Calling myself a backstabber. Calling myself every horrible name I could think of for having just fucked a goddamn Renchford.

A Renchford I liked…

More than liked, damn it.

But how could I?

How could I be with him when this man’s brother had destroyed Maddie?

Chapter Twelve

Ky

I stood in the middle of the living room, naked. Hayat’s come mixed with Jamie’s and mine soaking my cock that was still hard, even though I’d just had the best release of my fucking life.

Jamie and Sparks sat on the floor across from me, backs against the sectional, their gazes glued to the door of the bathroom that Hayat had just locked herself inside with her clothes and her phone. A ball of lead sat heavily in my stomach. Dread that this would be the only time I ever got to be with Hayat. Fear that we were going to lose her.

Already, I knew she was meant to be ours. Not just as Autumn’s Slumber’s drummer, but as our everything. She was the missing piece I’d been waiting my entire life for. A glance at my friends told me they felt the same way.

But because of who I shared DNA with, we were at risk of losing the best thing to ever happen to any of us.

“Damn it, I was hoping we could cuddle on the couch afterward,” Jamie grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head. “Your brother is still fucking us over.”

“Should have just let me kill the little prick when we had the chance.” Sparks stepped into his athletic shorts before glancing around the room at the mess we’d made. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and I wasn’t ready for it to fade. But Hayat wasn’t likely to be as enamored of the smell as I was when she came out of the bathroom.

If she ever did.

“We moved too fast,” I muttered, mentally kicking myself. “We should have taken this a lot slower. Eased her into who I really am, then let her know we are interested.”

“Or you could have told her about your Renchford connection right away, and she would have said fuck off. Then we wouldn’t have had a chance at all,” Sparks reasoned. “Now, she knows how good we can be together. On and, especially, offstage. She just needs to get it all straight in her head. She’s ours now, Ky. Not just our drummer, but ours in all senses of the word. I’m not losing her. We aren’t losing her.”

Jamie walked over to the closed guest bathroom door and knocked. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I need a minute,” I thought I heard her mumble in reply.

“No, baby. No minutes. Let me in.”

“One minute!” she shouted, making sure all the occupants in the building would have heard her if the penthouse weren’t soundproof so well.

I technically owned the entire building, Carver Towers. I was my mom’s only child, and she’d come from a loaded family. I was the last of the line, which meant I had all those billions to myself, but I would have given them all up to have her still with me.

Her financial situation was what had attracted my deadbeat dad to her in the first place. She’d funded his start-up business. But then he’d started fucking his secretary and gotten her pregnant with Holden.

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