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She smiles softly at me, as I begin putting her back together. I tuck her breasts back into her bra, pulling her shirt up before dropping to my knees. I steal a quick kiss to her pussy that makes her giggle before pulling her panties and leggings up.

She’s laughing lightly as I cup her jaw.

“I love you, Liam,” she says with a shake of her head, her eyes widening as she does.

My heart beats out of rhythm, what I can only describe as butterflies rushing through me, as my entire body begins to thrum.

“You do?” I ask, doing my best to keep the overeagerness out of my voice.

“Oh, I. Uh. I…I do,” she says, tripping over her words before saying that last part hesitantly.

If I wasn’t so fucking happy right now, I might fuck with her, tease her a little bit but I just can’t. Smashing my lips against hers, I hold her against me for several seconds before pulling her away smiling down at her as I do.

“I love you too, babygirl.”

“Really?” she asks with a relieved smile.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

We grin at each other, pressing our lips together once more before I help her off the table. There is a little wet spot beneath her and it makes me proud as fuck. We make our way out of the room casually, when we run right into Vincent.

His face is stoic but when his eyes roam Skyla from head to toe, something like annoyance flickers across them. I can tell that out of everyone, he will have the hardest time sharing her. He seems very much like the obsessive ‘I don’t share with anyone’ type. Lucky that our girl can practically convince a fish to tap dance with just a quick smile.

“Looks like your escort is here, Miss Parris. It has been an absolute pleasure,” I say with a dramatic bow.

She laughs and rolls her eyes, nodding at me the way a royal would.

“Good day, Mr. Walcott.”

Vincent grunts as they walk past me, though I think that’s the equivalent of a ‘hey’ for him, so I’ll take it. I head towards my last class of the day when I see Asher on the phone. He’s talking quietly, before he gives a solemn nod and hangs up. His eyes meet mine and he walks towards me. We have the next class together, so we begin walking in silence.

When I realize he isn’t going to bring it up, I decide to rip the band aid off.

“That shit was hot, huh?”

“What shit?” Asher asks robotically, keeping his eyes forward as he does.

“You know, the sight of her pussy glistening, clit swollen begging to be touched, pretty pink nipples so hard they could cut diamonds. Ring a bell?”

His jaw tenses in response, but that’s all I get out of him. We take a left and are almost to class when I stop him in his pathwith a fist to his chest. He looks down at it before meeting my eyes.

“All I’m trying to say is that, I know you’re catching feelings for her and it’s okay. We’re great at sharing in case you can’t tell. If anyone is going to fall for her, I’d want it to be her soon to be husband. She deserves the best of everything in life, and when you’re not being an entitled prick that includes you too, man.”

He doesn’t respond and I don’t expect him to. Asher will overthink and overanalyze every second of this conversation until he’s near a mental breakdown. Then, and only then, will he make a decision about choosing to admit his developing feelings for Skyla, or ignore them all together.

Tune in next week, for another exciting episode of Asher Putnam and his emotional constipation!

Chapter Forty

Skyla

My mind is so wrapped up in yesterday that I hate to say, I have no idea what Maggie has been talking about for the last ten minutes. All I can think about is us in that classroom. Not just Liam and I. Liam, Asher and I– us.

I was so lust drunk, so caught up in the moment, that my brain wasn’t even functioning properly. I was excited the second my eyes landed on Asher’s, his shocked expression only fueling that excitement. Then, when he shut the door and blocked it, signifying he was staying, I was practically ready to come from that alone.

It’s no secret that Asher Putnam is gorgeous. He’s easily one of the sexiest men that I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and to have his eyes on me? His attention on me? It was an overwhelming sense of gratification. I wanted to keep his eyes on me forever. Which wasn’t that hard of a task because he seemed unable to look away, no matter how hard I could tell he was trying to.

When Liam asked me if I wanted him to touch me, I only paused because I surprised myself with how fast I wanted to say yes. I wanted him to touch me, more than I wanted my nextbreath. I honestly don’t know who I’ve become in all this. Isn’t it bad enough asking three men to share me with each other? Now, dizzying thoughts of adding a fourth to our dynamics is equally tempting and terrifying.

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