Page 118 of Please Hate Me

Lucian removed his belt with one hand, slowly pulling the leather through each loop. Sophia slipped off her PJ pants and sauntered toward the bed, making herself comfortable in a sitting position just above my head. A soft buzzing from Sophia’s toy filled the air as Lucian’s pants dropped, revealing his fully erect cock. I watched it pulse slightly as he eyed me over.

“Mmm, now take her sweater off.” Sophia breathed, and Lucian complied.

I did my best to sit up, trying to make it easier for Lucian to undress me. Once the sweater was off, Lucian tossed it over his shoulder and gently shoved me back onto the bed.

“Touch her breasts, Luci. Be gentle. I don’t want to see you h-hurt her.” Sophia was circling the toy around her clit, causing her breath to hitch.

Once again, Lucian obeyed; his fingers slipped under the band of my bra, and he fiddled with my nipple. My skin was still sensitive from Sophia’s exploration, and every caress from Lucian left a fire in its wake.

“N-now fuck her. I want to hear Mason scream your name.” Sophia’s words came quicker as the buzzing intensified.

She only swore during sex; I knew this, but it was still strange to hear the word ‘fuck’ come out of her dainty little mouth.

Lucian looked down at me as he caressed my cheek before mouthing, “Can I?”

I nodded, and he plunged in without hesitation. He let his head fall back as his hips rocked against me, and I whimpered.

“Lucian. Fuck. Her. Harder.” Sophia barked.

“I’m trying!” he rasped, before sinking his fingers into my hips.

I yelped at the sudden pain, but he paid me no mind, pulling me further onto the base of his cock. His tip massaged my insides, causing me to gasp with each plunge. Sophia’s moans mingled with mine as the world started fading to black. Just as another tsunami of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, Lucian pulled out. A ribbon of cum shot over me, gathering mostly on my chest and neck. Sophia collapsed beside me as she panted, and the buzzing stopped.

“Ewww, you got your jizz on my arm,” she whined, and I giggled.

Lucian slid me over slightly to make room for him to lie down as well. He was just as sweaty and messy as Sophia and I, which was impressive considering he wasn’t even involved in half of the sex.

“Good. I’ve gotta mark you two somehow.” A crooked grin penetrated his words.

“After we shower, you’re going to write,I will not be possessiveone hundred times.“

“But–”

“Two hundred times!” She shot a glare at Lucian. “Want to go for three?”

“No, ma’am,” Lucian groaned, folding his arms under his head as he focused on the ceiling.

Neither of them were looking at me, so I was free to smile with my teeth showing. Not like I could have helped it, anyway. I liked the way it felt to be with both of them. This relationship was new and nostalgic at the same time, and each second I basked in their glow left me hungry for more.

Once we’d cleaned up, Sophia was adamant that Lucian was going to do his writing assignment right away. I had no interest in watching their battle of wills, so I snagged one of Lucian’s hoodies and a pair of his pajama pants before venturing into the main part of the house. The black plaid pooled around my ankles as I rounded the corner, pleasantly surprised to see Cameron cleaning the kitchen. The corners of my lips twitched, begging to form a smile as his honey gaze lingered on me. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled this much. Honestly, my cheeks were starting to get tired.

“Where’d your sweater go?” he called as he leaned onto the island.

“Lucian’s room. Same place as my panties.” I sat on the stool across from him before realizing that I probably shouldn’t say that stuff while little ears were potentially lurking. “Where are the kids?”

“Nappin’.” He pointed to an expensive-looking baby monitor near the window. “Leona put ’em down earlier before she left. After all the excitement, they crashed pretty hard.”

I squinted slightly so I could focus on the black-and-white video feed. The twins had both burrowed into their comforters, but one had their butt in the air and their feet poking out.

“You didn’t eat much at breakfast… Are you hungry?”

My stomach flipped. My dad had outlawed questions like that, so I hadn’t actually let myself think about my own hunger in averylong time. When I began to feel the familiar burn of an empty stomach, I sated it with water. Pregnancy made that technique impossible, of course, but celery sticks filled an empty stomach as well as anything else.

But... I wanted to be honest. I wanted to get better, to make myself less of a burden.

So I nodded.

A gentle smile wrapped Cameron’s lips. Despite his rugged good looks, a lot of Cameron’s expressions were boyish. You’d never guess the man was pushing forty, except for the subtle creases on his face. The shape of these faint lines hinted that he spent more of his life happy than sad—or at least, outwardly so.

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