Page 110 of Fight for Love

He trembled a little and lowered towards me, kissing my lips softly. “Perhaps.”

“Caelan,” I murmured. “It’s okay.”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my throat, levering so that his cock rubbed my clit too and I came a little, laughing and gasping his name.

It was then he bit his lip, reached into me for the cap and gently removed it.

Perhaps to re-stake his claim? Anyway, I didn’t stop him. I wanted it. Badly.

When he pushed into me that time, I shook all over and bit his bottom lip. Feeling him buried so deep and there being no barrier, it was heaven, and I saw it was for him too, his eyes hooded with desire, all that animal hunger gone, a need for intimacy reigning.

“Yes,” I said. “Just yes.”

A while later, my body beyond exhausted, aching and yearning for rest but still so wired, he lay between my breasts and our legs were tangled, my hands in his hair. He was still catching his breath having pumped into me fuck knows how many times.

“I dinna ken if ye meant it during sex, but I canna share ye again, Flora. Once was okay, to give ye the experience, but I canna do it again.”

I swallowed hard and thought he heard that because he lifted off me, grabbed my hand to kiss it, then looked down into my eyes.

“You still love him?” He frowned, nearly angry.

“It’s not like that.” I didn’t know how to explain it. “I think there are things between you two. I think you must’ve felt something to come so hard in his mouth that time.”

Caelan blew out a breath. “It was to give him something to remember me by. I swear.”

“What if I did want threesomes and to explore more?”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “We’ll find strangers. No problem.”

I rolled my eyes. “But he’s… familiar.”

Caelan shook his head and lay on the pillow next to mine, one hand resting on my hip.

“Ye gonna have to explain it,” he demanded.

I nibbled my thumbnail before I admitted, “I like it that he loves you, sees you for what you are, and I don’t feel so alone in trying to figure you out anymore.”

Caelan seemed surprised and my beast of a man even softened. “Okay.”

He dragged me across the bed so he could spoon me, but I could still feel him thinking as he rubbed my belly in circles, making those little happy goblins inside me do an even happier dance.

“I mean it. I dinna like sharing.” His deep voice was harsh.

“What if we share you?”

He grunted and huffed.

“Caelan, I can live without him. I can’t live without you, but… he makes me understand you just that bit more.”

“Hmm.”

“And you did like it when you both shaved me and you could see how another man liked me too?”

“Sort of,” he grumbled.

“It was kinda hot.”

“Maybe.”

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