Page 113 of Three of a Kind

“Before Avan and the rest of the family realize Dustin is dead?” she offers.

“Exactly,” I agree. “He wanted you and Libby at the dress shop on Thursday evening. That’s a weird-as-fuck time, anyway, but once you don’t show…” Damn, I’m having a lot of trouble deciding how much information is too much to share. “He’s going to know something is up, but he’ll only have a day before we strike.”

“Is it bad that I’m excited for you guys to kill him?” She nuzzles her nose to my throat and huffs. “I feel like I’m not supposed to admit that, but even seeing Bless after that dinner…” Her head shakes. “I’m just tired of them bullying everyone. Enough is enough.”

“You’re allowed to feel however you want.” My fingers dance up the back of her thighs, caressing her ass cheeks. “I hardly have any room to talk. I killed Dustin.”

Surprise fills the bond, and I frown.

I thought she knew that, but I guess she could be shocked that I admitted it aloud. Or she could be realizing how screwed up it is that I killed her kids’ uncle.

That fuck face deserved it, though.

“I really appreciate you and Gunner going to save Noble.” Her tits push against my chest as she moves to kiss me.

It’s slow and tantalizing as she grinds over my lap. The kiss deepens the longer it goes on until my dick is literally throbbing in my jeans.

“Aww, shit,” Gunner mutters while passing us. “I don’t know if I want to go anymore.”

Brooklyn laughs against my lips, but Haze growls and barks his displeasure.

“He’ll punish you if you don’t follow through now,” I say, brushing my fingers over Brooklyn’s lower lips.

“Dammit,” Gunner grumbles. “I’m getting a fucking cat next time. Come on, assholes. I’m taking you both at once.” The sound of his shoes stomping down the hallway fills the air.

Brooklyn snorts, and her entire face lights up as amusement pulses in the bond. “He’s so surly sometimes.”

“That he is,” I muse, nipping at her neck.

My tongue flicks over her skin as her core grinds over my shaft.

It would be a whole lot hotter if the material of our clothing wasn’t in the way.

The feeling in the bond quickly turns to reflect her interest, which has me wrapping my hand in her hair to tilt her head to the side.

She moans, and her fingers dig into my neck.

I love being able to sense her arousal. Having the bond to link us together truly is a gift.

“You’re already so hard.” Her pheromones flood the air, like she’s trying to entice me into acting. I’m pretty sure that’s not something she has control over, so I guess her body and mind are just in full agreement about her wanting me.

The feeling is mutual.

Keeping one forearm around her ass, I move my other hand to stabilize her back as I stand.

“Where are we going?” she asks, kissing the apple of my cheek.

“To somewhere with privacy. There are too damn many people in this house right now.”

Noble sleeps silently on the bed in the room he’s been in since we rescued him.

Brooklyn blinks up at me with her hazel eyes glassy. “I know he needs his rest.”

I keep her wrapped around my front as I shove her back against the wall for support. Moving a hand up, I cover her mouth.

“I guess that means we need to keep this real quiet. Do you think you can do that, sweetheart?” I smirk.

She flicks her tongue over my palm, nodding wildly.

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