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I think a new kink just unlocked for me.

Kerr closes in on me slowly and when our mouths meet, I’m pulled into his gravity, like always. This man owns me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our tongues dance together as we give and take. When I pull back first, he sucks on my bottom lip and a groan escapes me.

I want to fuck.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?” Kerrington’s question is, I think, for Nicole, but he’s staring at me.

“Yes,” she says in a lazy tone. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now close your eyes and sleep.”

We leave her to drift off alone in the bedroom. Once the door shuts, Kerrington lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t do this, Landon.”

He runs his hands angrily through his hair and my stomach drops.

“What do you mean? You said we could give her the week.”

“I don’t want a week!” he screams at me. Then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm the fuck down. “I don’t… want… a week.”

“Then what do you want?”

Instead of answering me, he storms out of the room and heads to our private balcony. “I need air.”

Chapter 14

Kerrington

I stayed out on the balcony long enough for my balls to freeze last night. Landon never came out with me, which is unusual, but not completely surprising. I don’t know how to tell him what I feel, and I’m scared to death I’m fucking all of this up because I can’t communicate properly.

But how do I explain to the man I love that I’m also in love with a woman? How do I tell him I’ve felt inferior my whole life and that he’s the only person who makes me feel worthy of love and that I want to share that love with another person who isn’t him? How do I admit that I need them both when I don’t deserve either?

It’s obvious he cares for her too, but it’s foolish to believe we can have a life together, all three of us, because Nicole would never go for it. She said it herself; she was embarrassed. She’d let herself go that night. As if being her authentic self is some kind of crime?

It hurt like hell to hear her say that, but I get it. She’s from a different life, and her family isalways in some kind of spotlight. The press would likely eat her alive for having two men at her beck and call. Society is unkind about anything outside of what they deem “the norm.”

Besides, Nicole’s not in this for the long ride. She’s giving us one week.

One. Motherfucking. Week.

I want forever.

Lying next to her in bed, with Landon on her other side, I watch the two of them sleep. The sunrise filters pale-yellow light into our room, making Landon’s sun kissed skin even more golden. I memorize every slope and crest of their two bodies entwined. When I reach their faces, I see Landon staring at me.

“I love you too,” he says in a soft, sleepy voice.

My heart stops beating.

“Always have, Kerr. Always will.” He wraps his arm around Nicole’s middle and kisses her shoulder. “She changes nothing.”

She changeseverything. Why can’t he see that?

“I can’t let her go,” I say against my better judgment. Having this discussion at the ass crack of dawn is not the way it should be done. But I’ve wasted too much time stewing in my madness to let it continue for another minute.

“I can’t either,” he says, shocking me.

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