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“What way is that?”

“Like you’d do anything to get inside me.” I swallow hard. “Like you’d kill to protect me.” Okay, now I’m being overly dramatic.

“Is that so?” Kerrington tips my chin, so I have to look at him. “How am I looking at you now?”

Like I’m the only thing that exists.“Like you just came really hard and are now hungry for loaded cheese fries and a half pound burger with bacon.”

Kerrington gawks at me and, even though we both know I ruined the moment, he lets it slide. “You’re right.”

“I knew it.” Patting his chest, I get comfy again. “See? I know you really well, too. I can read you like a book.”

“At least I’m a pretty book.”

“Oh yeah, for sure. With all the sprayed edges and gorgeous interior artwork.”

Kerr chuckles. “It’s nice you think that, Duchess.”

I lay on my back too, and we both end up staring at the ceiling. “I’ve never felt more like myself than when I’m with you guys.”

He blindly reaches for my hand and holds it. “Same.”

The door slams shut, signaling that Landon has left the suite, and I immediately sit up, wanting to chase him down.

“Don’t worry.” Kerrington pulls me back down on the bed. “He’ll be back soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can read him like a book, too.” We lay in silence for a little while longer and then Kerrington pops up on his elbows and flashes me a killer smile. “Wanna give him an incentive to hurry back fast, Duchess?”

“What do you have in mind?”

Chapter 18

Landon

I’ve already placed an order for one of every combo deal on the menu of this burger joint and am impatiently waiting for my number to be called. So of course, I’m stewing and reflecting.

Kerrington’s right. Nicole needs comfort. Not a knight in shining armor. I keep forgetting who we’re dealing with here. She’s got Kerr’s confidence and seriousness, with my fuck it attitude sprinkled on top. It takes a lot to get Nicole to snap, but when she does, she’s vicious about it.

Our girl has always taken care of herself. Until now. She’s too thin, too tired, and too sad. I can’t help but think if we’d hounded her harder, showed up at her door and made her let us into her life more, then we could have helped her before things got so bad. Fucking hell, I can’t believe her parents would treat her so horribly and let her get this unhealthy. If she was my family, I’d take care of her the same way Kerrington and I take care of each other. Whatever I need, he’ll get me and vice versa.We’re there for each other, no matter what.

So right now, I’ll be there for Nicole as her support, whatever that may look like. If she needs to be fucked into next Tuesday, fine. If she needs to be spoon-fed every meal so she can have some nutrition back in her system, I’ll happily do that too. And if she needs me to have a come-to-Jesus moment with her family on her behalf, I’ll make them see God.

Okay. I’ve got this. No more getting upset on her behalf. I’ll just be there to help her have happiness and fun.

We’ll have one solid week of good times. Seven days of fuckery. One-hundred-sixty-eight hours of coming and laughing and snuggling and doing anything our little hearts desire.

We’ve got this.

“Excuse me,” an elderly woman says, trying to get past me so she can fill her fountain soda cup.

“Sorry, ma’am.” I sidestep out of her way when my cell buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, I’m a little confused at first. It’s a text from Kerrington. A video clip? What the hell. He never sends videos.

Tapping play, my body locks when I see a zoomed in shot of his dick.

Oh my god.

I tuck myself into the corner by the end of the counter and swallow hard as I watch the recording.

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