Page 95 of Meet Me In The Dark

Elation filled her.

Look how far you’ve come, his eyes said, the blue as placid as the ocean first thing in the morning, lit by the sparking sun.Look how far we’ve taken you, you’ve taken us. Let’s take you further.

And they had. Back when they’d kidnapped her, he hadn’t even trusted her to make a sandwich without poisoning him. And yet here they were, making eggs together, like a normal, well, polycule.

“This,” she said, pressing her lips to his ear. “This is what I want our lives to look like. I don’t care if the rest of it is bloody, and violent, and dangerous as hell—as long as I get moments like this with you.”

He turned his head to kiss her. “Agreed.”

Luke was already hard when he and Conor entered the kitchen. The TV was on, turned to a college hockey game.

“Your little brother’s good,” Luke remarked, pausing to watch as Jack Feldman knocked the puck straight into the net, inches from the goalie’s mask.

“Too good,” Micah said, sighing. “We need to go deal with that, soon.”

“When you’re ready,” Kara told him, cheeks flushed. To Conor, she said, “We should go see your mom and sister, too.”

Conor grunted, but a smile played on his lips. Luke turned back to Kara and Micah.

The two of them were at the island, Kara on Micah’s lap, letting him feed her omelet with his fork. When Luke glanced under the counter, he saw that she was clenching her thighs together in time with Micah’s fork touching her lips.

Perfect.That was exactly what he wanted. He pushed his soon-to-be in laws out of his mind and looked to Conor, who nodded.

“This is your show, Boy Scout.”

Hisshow. Part of Luke had expected his issues with Conor to continue, but Christopher’s torture had helped them work through their issues, ironically bringing them closer together, even though the long-dead professor had been trying to pull them apart. Sure, sometimes he and Conor bumped heads, but then Micah and Kara, with both ease and exasperation, helped them talkthrough their shit. In the same way that when Kara went quiet, lost in traumatic memories, the three of them held her quietly and let her talk. Just more evidence of why they needed each other. And why the symbolism of this next step was so important to him.

The three tiny gold hoops in his hand, each with the lettersCMLengraved on them, kept him centered, focused, calm. This was a mission, like any other, and he just hoped Kara was good with it.

“Sweethearts,” he called from the doorway. “It’s time.”

A smile, sexy and satisfied, grew on Micah’s face.

“Time for what?” Kara asked.

“Time for you to truly give yourself to us,” Conor contributed.

Confusion filled her beautiful face. “I’ve given myself to you in every way possible, haven’t I? Is there a hole you haven’t penetrated that I’m not aware of?” The joke was almost breathless.

“Baby,” Micah said, lifting her face. “We want to pierce you.”

She stilled. “Pierce me?”

“Yes,” Luke said, striding forward, doing his best to ignore the pain in his knee. He lifted her off Micah’s lap and put her on her feet in front of him. “Pierce you. Here,” he brushed his fingers against one nipple, which hardened under his touch, “here,” he brushed his fingers against the other nipple, which followed its twin’s behavior, “and…” he ran his hand down her abdomen to her pussy, stroking toward her clit and tapping on it. “Here.”

Kara jerked, her whole body flushing. “Hang on.”

Conor moved forward, so she was blocked in on all sides. “Are you ours?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Are we yours?” he asked.

She nodded again. “Yes.”

“Kara, sweetheart,” Luke asked, knowing the answer already. “Do you trust us?”

There wasn’t even a pause when she nodded. “Of course.”

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