Page 112 of Unwrapping Deviance

We both lie still and exhausted in the clearing, in our little world with nothing but the jagged sounds of our breathing and the cool breeze kissing our damp skin.

Mira is wrapped around me. Arms and legs. She’s a tiny, shivering bundle cocooning me in her arms. Holding me possessively from the world.

I know we don’t have much time, but I can’t break away from her.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask softly, raising my head off her shoulder to search her face.

Sleepy blue eyes flutter open over a content little smile, and something punches me in the gut.

“You guys pooped me out.” She chuckles adorably. “You might have to carry me to the bike.”

“I’ll carry you anywhere you want, sweetheart,” I say without hesitation.

She giggles and yawns. “I think they heard us.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Us? I told you to be quiet.”

Her already flushed cheeks darken with color. “You made me...” She cuts herself off, red to the hairline now.

I feel myself smirk. “Go on. Tell me what I made you do.”

The delicate line of her pert nose crinkles and drops her gaze with a little grin on her lips. “You’re awful.”

“That is not what you said when I made you cum the second time.”

Tiny hand claps over her scarlet face. “Stop!”

Chuckling, I capture the fine bones of her wrist and drag her fingers down to peer into her pretty eyes. “You’ll have to tell Daniel.”

Her eyes widen. “What we did?”

I nod, brushing back a lock of hair off her warm cheek. “That’s what he likes. He wants to know everything I do to you. Every filthy detail.”

I don’t know how else to explain this to her. We never had to with Lucy because she basically made us this way. She brought out and honed our ... kinks.

A few other women we’ve shared over the years hadn’t required any explanation. We hadn’t done this — we didn’t separate. We were all together in the same room. Daniel could see everything. We haven’t individually fucked the same girl since Lucy, and Lucy was all about teasing the shit out of Daniel. She made sure he heard everything I did to her.

“Hey.” Mira’s cool fingers brush my cheek. “You okay?”

I tear out of that closet, the one filled with all the twisted memories of Lucy and slam it shut. I bolt it and force everything else in front of it.

I’ve done pretty well shutting all that out the last seventeen years. Being back in Jefferson has created cracks that ooze poison back into my system.

But ... fuck! No. Not now. Not when my cock is semi flaccid and still nestled inside Mira’s wet heat. Not when I have my tiny demon holding me like I fucking matter. Lucy shouldn’t even exist to me right now.

“Just wondering how we got so fucking lucky,” I lie, and earn an adorable grin I don’t deserve.

“We should probably go,” she says. “Daniel must be done at the store by now and heading back as well.”

I haven’t heard my phone go off. It could also be muted. I don’t think I’ve seen Mira with hers since I shut it off.

But she’s probably right.

I straighten to my knees and peer down at Mira, flushed, sated, pussy wet, used and dripping.

Daniel’s favorite.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. Your daddy will want to see this.”

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