Page 33 of The Reading

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” I said, closing my egg up.

“I think that pigment missing from your left eye is sexy as hell,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile. While I’d never been self-conscious about the white spot on my eye, no one had ever called it sexy before.

“Oh, really?”

Lucas nodded. “Even though I can tell you and Sloane apart without it, it’s always fascinated me, and it makes my dick hard.”

Swoon.

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Lucas~

Kit just grinned at me from across the table, and I could tell that my confession had touched her heart. I had no idea if she felt self-conscious about her eye or not, but I knew that my words meant something to her.

“Well, that’s the sweetest thing any guy has ever said to me,” she sassed, batting her eyelashes like a ridiculous flirt.

“You’re going to be one of those, aren’t you?” I smirked.

“One of what?” she asked, but she asked it with a huge smile on her face.

Setting my egg aside, I walked around the table, then reached down and plucked her right off the chair. Her legs automatically wrapped around my waist, and I loved that. I loved that we’d been friends first and that she was comfortable around me.

Walking her towards my bedroom, I said, “One of those girlfriends that requires a bottle of aspirin on hand at all times.”

She gave me a solemn nod. “Probably.”

“It also doesn’t help that you have a ball buster for a sister and six crazy friends,” I muttered, nudging the bedroom door open with my foot.

“While Sloaneisa ball buster, my friends aren’t craz…well, Rachel isn’t cr…uhm, give me a minute,” she muttered seriously, and I just laughed.

Laying us both on the bed, I covered her body with mine, and I loved how she looked in my personal space. “I’m still not giving you up,” I told her. “Nothing can ever make me give you up.”

“What if I told you that I was into dark voodoo magic, and that I’m not opposed to using those dark arts to make someone’s penis shrivel up and fall off.”

Bracing all my weight on my right elbow, I reached up and tucked a wayward blonde strand behind her ear. “Well, I had planned on raising our children as Christians, but I’ve got nothing against voodoo. Plus, as long as it’s not my dick, then do what you need to, baby.”

Kit started laughing, and it was the sweetest sound ever. Well, next to the sounds that she made when she was cumming on my dick. “How very understanding of you.”

“I try,” I grinned.

“Well, in all fairness, I don’t practice the dark arts,” she chuckled. “However, I’m not opposed to helping the girls find a voodoo priestess to cast a spell on Cortland Culpepper.”

“Who’s Cortland Culpepper?”

“Alessa’s ex-fiancé,” she answered, and while I knew the names of her closest friends, I didn’t know much else about them. “Alessa caught him screwing her sister.”

“Hersister?”I balked.

“Well, stepsister, but still,” Kit clarified. “They’ve been stepsiblings for a while now, so there should have been some loyalty there.”

“Agreed, and I can chip in if you girls manage to find a voodoo priestess,” I offered because that was fucked up.

Kit’s arms came up and wrapped around my neck. “You know, the psychic palm reader that we saw in Las Vegas told me that I already knew my soulmate.”

My lips twitched. “She did, huh?”

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