Page 98 of Three of a Kind

Not to mention, I seem to be the only one who finds it suspicious as fuck that her family wants to see her the day after Dusty met his demise.

For a woman who has preached up one side and down the other that she doesn’t believe in coincidences when it comes to Brooklyn…she’s sure as fuck stubborn about spotting them in her own life.

“You’re thinking hard about something,” Brooklyn says, appearing at my side.

My eyes fly open as I give her a playful smile. “Just thinking about how much I was missing you. Did Libby give you a hard time about going to sleep?”

She huffs and climbs onto the bed.

“Not really. She’s just overwhelmed with the changes.” She tosses her thigh over my hips and settles on her knees.

I pull a hand up, tucking her long hair behind her ear. “I’d say you are, too, if the bond is anything to go by.”

One of her hands rests on my bare chest as she brings the other up to cradle my cheek. “Did you kill Dustin?”

I blink, tilting my head.

There’s that goddamn humble pie I’ve been choking on since last night. If I had been patient, I could have watched and gained information.

“I didn’t,” I admit. I’m not sure if Maverick would want her to know he was the one who did it, so I don’t name names. “But if they didn’t take him out, he was going to kill me.”

“I get that, and I’m so grateful you’re okay.” Her soft fingers brush over the abrasion on my cheek. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m good, Mama.” I flash her a wicked grin. “You could ride me just like this, and I’d be fucking incredible.”

Her long-as-fuck hair bounces as she grins, shaking her head. “I don’t want to risk that brain of yours. You’re important to me, Noble.”

I don’t get to respond because she bends low, giving me a tender kiss.

My hands tighten on her ass.

She pours the emotions that she’s too afraid to say into the meeting of our mouths.

A low growl rattles out of my chest as I swipe my tongue over my bondmark. It sends a pulse of arousal through the bond that hits me right in the dick. My crown bumps around her ass as she pulls back to breathe.

“I’m pretty sure I’d be fine,” I say, trying my luck.

She giggles, sliding down my side until she lies on the bed with her head on my arm. I like that she moved toward the middle of the mattress because it puts me between her and whatever danger could breach the door.

“Maybe tomorrow, if you really feel up to it,” she says around a yawn. Her hand rubs around my bare chest, and I get my shit together.

She’s exhausted.

We’ve got the rest of our lives to explore each other’s bodies.

I finally will myself to purr, but my cock is still rock hard and petulant.

Too bad.

I only get one first chance to prove that I can be exactly what she needs.

I wake up from the most incredible dream to find my shorts around my knees and my cock in Brooklyn’s mouth. All altruistic thoughts from a few hours ago seem to have evaporated.

Her forearms rest on my thighs, scalding my skin with how warm she is. Her hair is up in a messy bun that she seems to have tied using the length to somehow keep it all up.

“Fuck,” I grunt, trying to hold back from thrusting now that I know she’s awake.

“I ache,” she gasps around my cock. “I need your cum. I figured if you could come all over me in the shower, then this wasn’t any more strenuous than that.”

---