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My head falls back into the pillow when he moves from above me, plopping down on the mattress with a grin.

“That was fucking intense, bro,” he says with a laugh, looking at my chest. “I made a huge mess.”

I laugh, looking down at all the white semen on my chest and stomach. “Probably no more than what I left in your mouth.”

Leaning up, I grab his jaw and pull his bottom lip down with my thumb.

“How’d I taste?”

He tries to bite my thumb, smirking devilishly at me. “Exactly like I thought you would—addicting.”

Fuck, I think I’m hard again.

As he leans down, our mouths connect in a demanding kiss, our lips parting so our tongues can taste. And I think I taste a bit of my cum in his mouth.

The door opens and my heart sinks, my cheeks burning as we break away and scramble to cover our nakedness. We’ve just been caught. Fuck me, we’ve been caught with our literal dicks out.

Billie’s eyes take in the scene before her—a flash of what looks like jealousy and betrayal, but then I think she realizes what this means, what we all mean.

“My apologies,” she whispers with a smirk, throwing me a wink before she closes the door.

Christian and I share a what-the-fuck-just-happened look before he breaks out laughing.

“Dude, not funny. We haven’t talked to her about what any of this means. Fuck,wehaven’t talked about what this means.”

He smirks. “Bro, we all know what this means. But I agree… we should talk to our girl and figure out the rules.” But his nose scrunches when he says that word.

I fake punch him in his sculpted, tattooed chest and stand from the bed, shoving my heavy dick back in my pants. “Whatever makes our girl happy.”

“We deserve to be happy, too,” he rasps.

“As a trio.”

Chapter 35

CHRISTIAN VERADIN

Whenwecomeoutof the bedroom, Zeke scratches the back of his neck and keeps his eyes down. I hope he’s not ashamed of what we just shared because I sure as hell am not. I’d love to go another couple of rounds with him, preferably while Billie watched.

Speaking of our girl—she’s sitting at the kitchen table without Dana, smiling devilishly at us as we approach. I wrap my tattooed arms around her and kiss her cheek.

“Where’d the she-devil go?” I ask.

“Had to run some errands; that’s what she told me anyway,” she replies with a shrug before she gets up out of her chair and stands before me.

I smirk when she studies my face, trailing her gaze down my chest before she steps up and grabs my face to kiss me. She doesn’t wait for my permission before shoving her tongue into my mouth, moaning into me. I pull her so tight to my chest she squeaks.

Our kiss is so fucking hot, I’m getting another boner. But when I peel my eyes open to find Zeke gawking at us, something unsure swirls in his gaze that tells me he’s still struggling with things in that head of his.

Breaking my lips from Billie’s, I kiss along her jaw and guide her to turn around until her back is tight against my chest now.

“We know what you saw earlier, little hellfire, and we want to know how you feel about it,” I admit, hoping this will be enough to bring Zeke out of his weird funk.

She doesn’t talk at first, and the look on Zeke’s face changes to fear—it’s swimming through his dark eyes.

“At first it surprised me to see… you two doing anything without me. But then I realized this isn’t just about me anymore. You guys love each other just as much as you love me. So, why wouldn’t you show that love without me? Just like I’m free to share my love with each of you individually, right?”

My first initial thought is hell fucking no, but then I really think about it. If Billie and Zeke want to be alone together, I wouldn’t care, just like I hope he won’t care if Billie wants to be with me.

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