Page 53 of Carry Your Debt

We’re a whole fucking String Theory’s worth ofvery muchcomplicated.

And the only thing in this cursed world that makes a lick of fucking sense.

I know the timing’s all wrong, but I’m fucking done waiting. No more sitting on the sidelines, content with casual scraps of affection.

It's time she knew I'm all in.

That I'vealwaysbeen all in.

I’ll make her see how good strings can be.

A flash of golden hair—brighter than Sabine’s cool, platinum blonde—has my chin dropping to my chest.Hermes’s focus is fixed on her face as he pushes up on his forearms.

Oh no, you don’t.

“And where do you thinkyou’regoing?” I growl, snatching him away from her with my own fistful of curls. His warm back lands against my chest with a clammy kiss of skin-to-skin. “Not done with you yet.”

The startled noise he makes in the back of his throat has my cock flexing eagerly against his pert ass. Tilting his head so I can admire the strong, tanned lines of his neck, I grin as his Adam’s apple visibly jumps. “I’d love to see my cock stretching out this pretty, little throat—righthere,” I murmur, giving the slight bulge there a gentle stroke.

A shiver rocks his shoulders.

Pleased, I give his locks another firm tug, this time angling him back so I can better see his face.My other hand drops to grip his straining dick, loving how hot the tattoos look as my fingers move along the length of him.

“Would you like that?” I ask him.

His eyes flare wide as they meet my narrowed gaze, and he couldn’t hide his excitement, even if he wanted to. He’s already leaking all over my hand. “Please.”

“Not today,” I say with a press of my lips against his pulse point, feeling him sag against me with disappointment. “I want to see my cock stretching out that hot little ass instead.”

I chuckle as he immediately rallies.Fuck, but I do love the desperation.

When I check in with Sabine, I find her silently observing the two of us through half-lidded eyes. I flash her my best bedroom smirk, my lips still glistening with her cum.“This should be another one to mark off yourfuck-itlist, babygirl.”

Her answering laugh is all husk. It strokes its way along my sternum in the same teasing manner that my fingers lazily stroke Hermes’s dick.

She needs this—to chase this next bigger, better high, and I’ll always help give her what she needs.

Hunt her, tie her up.

Share her.

Just so long as the list of things she needs always includesme.

She shuffles up the pillows then, the glinting bars through each one of her nipples inviting eye contact with her pert tits. She’s sweat-slicked and still a little shaky as she joins me on her knees.

So fucking beautiful.

The openingpopof the lube bottle’s cap sends Hermes’s hips bucking back against me.

“He’s an eager one, isn’t he?” Sabine purrs, moving closer. “So eager to please.”

“Yes,” he breathes. His head also tries to bob in enthusiastic agreement, but it’s pulled up short by the unrelenting hold I have on his hair.

Sabine’s teeth sink into her bottom lip while she watches my tattooed fist working his cock for another minute.

“Spread him for me, D,” she finally instructs, voice raspy as she gets to work drizzling lube all over the fingers and palm of one hand.

“You heard her,” I whisper in Hermes’s ear, shifting so that one of my wide thighs can fit between his, my knee pressing forward until he’s forced to shuffle them further apart. I tug his cock harshly toward his abdomen, feeling his balls draw up beneath my pinky.

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