Page 57 of Third Wheel

Other than they were concerned about her. Just like they had been when they’d done the scene here in the house. It wasn’t like she was waking up in their bed again. She was in hers, and they had joined her. Because they were good Doms.

And that’s it, so don’t read anything into it.

The fact that she’d woken up before Kincaid meant he was tapped out, too. A little thrill of glee went through her. She could make breakfast for them!

She was feeling energized. Good. Sore but satisfied. So far beyond what she’d hoped when she’d been watching all those other subbies come up from the Dungeon last night. She’d gotten everything she’d wanted and more.

Making breakfast seemed like a good way to repay them.

Carefully, she slid toward the headboard to get out from under the covers, sliding her legs from under Kincaid’s arms. Zach’s brow furrowed as she moved, and she froze, waiting until it smoothed out before she started moving again.

Once she was out from between them and off the bed, Kincaid made a disgruntled noise, reaching out and finding Zach. Amy watched, amused, as the two of them shifted closer together, filling in the space she’d left behind. Damn, they were cute.

She kind of wanted to take a picture, but that felt too much like an invasion of privacy.

That reminded her to grab her phone. It took her a few minutes to realize that it wasn’t in the bedroom. Pulling on her robe she went exploring and found it a few minutes later, plugged in to charge alongside the guys’ phones on the kitchen counter. She had always slept with hers by the bedside, but she didn’t hate that it was in the other room, especially when shechecked and saw the number of text messages racked up in the group chat.

With a small groan, she put the phone back down. She wasn’t ready for a full-on discussion with the chat yet. Maybe after she’d had something to eat.

It didn’t take her long to get things assembled for scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausage. She also pulled out some apples to slice, but not until right before she was ready to serve because she didn’t want them going brown while she was cooking everything else.

Humming under her breath, she cracked the eggs while the oven was heating for the hash browns. Every move she made hurt a little, and she liked it. Especially the ache between her legs. How long had it been since she’d ached like this?

Have I ever ached like this? Or felt this satisfied?

Why she felt guilty for thinking about how Jeremy hadn’t been able to satisfy her when he’d also been cheating on her, she’d probably never be able to figure out. Part of her head wanted to make excuses—it wasn’t really his fault. She’d figured out early on in the relationship that he wasn’t kinky; the spark had started to die, anyway… But deep down, she also knew he’d never made the kind of effort Kincaid and Zach had last night.

He’d never said he wanted to give her as many orgasms as she could take. Heck, during the last year, he’d barely seemed to care if she orgasmed at all. She’d chalked it up to wedding planning exhaustion. Or maybe it had really been her reaction that had been wedding planning exhaustion. She’d been too tired to fight for herself, to fight for what she wanted. Too emotionally exhausted by doing… well, pretty much everything. And for very little, if any, gratitude in return.

Did it make her feel pathetic? Yes. But also angry. And not just at herself now. It wasn’t as though she had asked for verymuch. It would not have been that hard for him to make her feel special. Wanted. Loved.

Her phone buzzed, making her jump, and she looked over at the screen.

“Think of the devil, and he appears,” she muttered, staring at Jeremy’s name. Should she pick up?

If she didn’t, and he didn’t leave a voicemail—which he almost never did because he hated leaving voicemails—she was just going to spend all day wondering what he wanted. It would drive her crazy.

Worse… what if she’d left something at their… no,hishouse? What if she didn’t answer, and he threw it away instead of trying to get back in contact with her? She absolutely believed he was capable of that.

Gritting her teeth, she set down the whisk she’d been planning to use for the eggs and picked up the phone, swiping to answer.

“Hello?” She made her voice as coldly neutral as she could. She didn’t want him to know that he affected her at all.

He doesn’t affect me. I just had the night of my life with the two hottest Doms in the club and orgasmed until I basically passed out.

Jeremy didn’t bother with a hello.

“I’m going to need two hundred dollars for your portion of the electric bill by the end of this week.”

Her head blanked. Hearing his voice again made her skin crawl, his dismissive tone making her want to shrink inside herself. When his words actually registered, they halted her thoughts in their tracks. And not in a good way, like Zach and Kincaid had.

“You expect me to pay the electric bill?”

She could practically hear his eyes roll.

“You lived here during the past month, right? You used electricity. You owe part of the bill.”

When looked at that way, it almost made sense, but…

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