Page 53 of Sweet Whiskey
Kinsey blinks up at me when I enter, but I wait on the edge of the large mattress, passing the materials over to Brooks to put away after he sets the food down.
“How you doing, pretty girl?”
Her eyebrows dip, but she doesn’t move to cover her naked body, and I think that speaks volumes on her level of comfort around me. “Colt?”
“Yeah. Can I come in? I really want to hold you,” I say, unashamed of the desperation in my voice.
Kinsey sits up, looking around her before landing on Brooks, who is standing behind me. Her cheeks flush, and then her eyes shift back to me. “Yeah, you both can come in.”
I drop to my knees, shuffling toward her while Brooks follows me and hands her a water bottle. “Drink and eat up, sweet girl. We don’t know how long we have until thenext spike.”
“Dallas is at the store if you want to make any requests?” I ask her.
Kinsey gulps down the water and takes the bowl of fruit with a large smile, then glances back at me. “Chocolate and peanut butter wafers. I always crave them after a heat, so make sure Dallas grabs a couple of boxes.”
“And do you want him here too?” Brooks says casually on her other side, lying down next to her.
Kinsey licks her fingers, and the blush on her face deepens. “Yeah. Is that okay?”
“It’s whatever you want. We’re here however you need,” I tell her with a sly grin.
Her expression softens. “Thank you.”
I run a knuckle down her face. “Now, we need to discuss the possibility of getting you pregnant.”
Kinsey’s eyes widen and then dart to Brooks. The man blushes, scratching at the back of his neck. “Uhm. Technically, it should be gone until my next heat, and then I’m due for a booster,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip. “But my heat is early…”
Nodding, I lean forward, kissing her cheek and then sniffing her neck. Kinsey’s hand whips out, grabbing onto my shirt. I groan, pressing my face into her skin harder.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You smell as ripe and delicious as a peach. You’re fertile.”
“And I already knotted you once,” Brook says, clearing his throat.
Kinsey’s breathing is shaky as she lets go of me and shakes her head. “I don’t want to use protection. I—after Brooks, I don’t want that between us.”
I cup her face, turning her to face me. “We can pull out.”
“Or try to,” Brooks mutters. I ignore the comment, no matter how truthful it may be.
Kinsey stares back earnestly. “I don’t want you to. I want all your knots.”
I exhale, my cock thickening. “You want our babies, Kins? You want us to fill you up and take the choicefrom you, huh?”
Her pupils dilate until they’re nearly black, and she nods as her perfume thickens around us, dousing us in her arousal at the thought of us breeding her.
“Any limits?” I ask hoarsely.
Kinsey sits up straighter, her eyes tracking between the three of us. “I don’t like to be restrained, and I’m not the biggest fan of spanking.”
“What about having more than one of us at the same time?”
I scowl at Brooks, who shrugs with a faint smile on his lips.
Kinsey clears her throat. “I usually prefer it…”
Brooks grins in victory and kisses her shoulder.
She shudders then looks back at me. “I’ve always used a clinic, and they have teeth guards.”
