Page 102 of Keeping Sarah

“I’ve never seen him with a significant other of any kind. Last we spoke on the matter, he was still untouched by another. He’s always been shy about romances of any kind, actually.”

It was hard to imagine a man as virile as Tiger still being a virgin, but I smiled at the pair and kept my voice low. “If anyone can get someone out of their shell, it’s Jenny.”

It was the first supper we had with everyone, and even though I was enjoying watching Elizabeth squirm with every bite of Ladrian food she ate, I had other things on my mind. Sitting so close to my union, one on each side, while trying to maintain some semblance of calm was pure, unadulterated torture. I had wanted to jump them both the moment I saw them, and couldn’t.

I was so relieved when we retired to our temporary lodgings. My sisters shared a room at the end of the hall, and I lost track of where anyone else went. As much as I felt responsible for them all, my body and mind vibrated with need for Deacon and Jac. I desperately needed to feel connected to both of them again.

When I closed my bedroom door, Jac kissed my shoulder from behind. Quietly, he murmured, “I’ve missed you,” and wrapped his arms around me. “Did you miss me?”

I heard the uncertainty in his voice, and I closed my eyes, hating that he felt the need to ask that question. “I missed you the way I missed my remnant.”

His grip on me loosened. “Hmm?” The sound was filled with confusion.

I turned in his arms, seeing that Deacon was already laying on the only bed in the room. “When I am away from you or from Deacon, I miss you like I have lost a hand or a leg. You are both a part of me. Now that I have my sisters and my remnant and the both of you here,” my voice broke as my chest heaved with emotion, “I am whole and complete.”

Jac’s smile was pure relief as his fingers grazed my cheek before they smoothed beneath my hair at the back of my neck. He bent his knees to be more on my level and touched his forehead to mine.

“I know exactly what you mean, baby.” His lips pressed to mine, making my legs weak. All our distance, all the strife, it felt like a faded memory when I was lost to his mouth.

Then he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Tell me what you want.”

My reply was instant. “I want you.”

He swallowed so loudly that I heard it. Tension locked his jaw and his violet eyes pierced mine. In that moment, I realized he was holding himself back.

He stared into my eyes. “What I mean is, things have been…strainedbetween us for a while now, and I don’t want to overstep any issues, if you need to speak on them first.”

Tension built in my body from his sweet consideration, but I worried he needed to talk before we could get to the good stuff. However, since he was willing to wait in case I needed to talk, I decided I should show him the same courtesy, as much as I didn’t want to.

“Is there anythingyouwant to talk about?”

He shook his head. “Not right now.”

Quietly, I bit my bottom lip and asked, “What doyouwant?”

A sinful grin curved his lips. “You. And Deacon. Naked. On that bed.”

I gave him a mischievous look. “And, um, how exactly would you get us naked?”

“With your permission.”

I sighed like a woman in love, knowing everything was going to be okay with my two companions. “You have it.”

A fire lit in his eyes as he pinched the shoulders of my robes and slid the silken folds down my arms. I had chill bumps from the sensation. Then, he slowly, carefully, lifted my tunic over my head.

I stared at Deacon, while Jac stood behind me and finished leisurely undressing me. Then he leaned his chin on my headas he reached around the front of me for my breasts. My nipples were already hard, but his delicate touches made them so sensitive. We watched Deacon silently stand up and disrobe, before he laid back down. I moved to go to him, but Jac clicked his tongue at me.

“Just wait. I’m not done with you yet.”

He pushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed the nape of my neck, his lips making their way around my body as he turned me to face him. Jac leaned forward for one more kiss on my mouth before he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, our lips locked together until he laid me next to Deacon. Then, he laid on me, still clothed.

It was a terrible tease—those rough clothes on my soft skin. He ground his hard cock against me, but I was denied by his damned trousers.

Jac leaned over on me and kissed Deacon, so I took the chance and unzipped his pants. Deacon slid his fingers into Jac’s hair, distracting him. I slipped my hand into his pants, and he groaned when I palmed his thick, pulsing cock.

Deacon purred wickedly against Jac’s mouth, “Is she touching you?”

Jac moaned. “Yes.”

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