Page 320 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Why? Don’t like not having me all to yourself?”

She actually hisses, and now he’s really laughing.

“God, woman. I don’t know if I want this side of you to go away if you’re going to be such a feisty kitten.”

“Go away,” she huffs. “I don’t like you anymore.”

“Now don’t say that,” he teases, and her soft moan makes me clench my fists.

My cock on the other hand is twitching at the erotic sound.

“Will you actually give him a chance?” Oscar whispers, sounding breathless after what I’m assuming is thanks to that intense kiss they just shared.

“When I look at him, my heart skips a few beats and craves to understand him. It’s just my mind that makes me feel so repulsive about the whole idea,” she confesses. “My body wants one thing. My mind wants another. It’s hard… but I’m not going to ruin something simply because I can’t understand it.”

I’m surprised that she’s willing to do this.

To fight… for us.

Even though she has no recollection of my existence in her life.

“If I cared about him as a child, loved him as a teenager, and came back to him after Frankie Fiascos, clearly we had some sort of spark or chemistry that drew us back to one another,” she summarizes. “If we’re destined to be together, this won’t stop us.”

She’s quiet for a moment.

“I… hope he doesn’t hate me though.”

“He doesn’t hate you, Kenzie. He loves you dearly and is frightened Frankie will get what he wants.”

“He… threatened me before pressing that fabric to my nose,” she admits, and I strain my hearing, hoping I can catch this confession.

“What did he say?” Oscar encourages.

“I can’t really remember,” she admits. “I’ve been trying since Officer Melody and your dad were here, but it keeps slipping away. Like it’s on the tip of my tongue.”

“Don’t push it,” Oscar encourages. “It’ll come when the time is right. Until then, you just need to rest so they can discharge you.”

“Where am I going to stay?” she sounds worried about that. “I mean… we have a house… together…but… that’s for all three of us.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not nice,” she mutters.

“The idea of us three being in one house?” Oscar asks for clarification.

“No…”

“Then?”

“I… want… something,” she mumbles, and I already know from the tone of her voice what she wants. Could feel it since those two locked eyes earlier. “That’s mean to do with him around.”

“He could watch.”

Poor girl is choking on her saliva.

“Armani!”

“What?” He sounds amused as hell. “I’ve watched him fuck you while you sucked my cock.”

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