Page 47 of We End With Us

“She told them she wanted to watch.”

Jordy’s mouth drops open. “She didn’t?” he gasps. We all nod and Jordy smacks his hand on the bench. “Well damn, who knew our girl was into that?” He smiles.

“Seeing how she’s been with all four of us and at the same time, I’m guessing there’s a lot about Nova we don't know,” Cass states.

“That's for sure.” Jordy chuckles.

“It really won't bother you guys if Bass and I do stuff around you?” I ask, needing confirmation because I’m still unsure where Jordy and Cass stand with mine and Bass’ relationship.

Cass shrugs. “I don’t see why not. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ll have to get used to seeing you two together. I guess it’ll be weird to start, but yeah shouldn’t bother us.” Jordy nods agreeing with Cass. “What he said.” He throws his thumb toward Cass.

“Good,” I say and then grip his shirt and tug Bass toward me grabbing his face and crashing my lips to his. Bass groans around me, my tongue tangling with his. Knowing I can do this out in the open without feeling guilty for hiding a part of myself is the most freeing thing I’ve ever done.

Pulling back, Bass’ swollen lips glisten under me, he’s too stunned to speak and I kinda like that I can do that to him.

Bass clears his throat then pulls back from me. I don’t miss the ways his joggers tent, his cock pushing against them.

“Because he’s mine,” I say, leaning over him.

“Well, I mean that was unexpected but I'm cool,” Jordy says.

Bass takes his seat, finally adjusting himself as discreetly as he can.

Concern flows through me that maybe he wasn’t ready for our friends to see us like that, and I reach for him, whispering, “You okay?” He nods and then gets up and heads upstairs.

Both Cass and Jordy eye me, sighing, knowing I need to go speak with him.

I follow behind Bass, catching him just before he slams his door shut. My hand catches it, stepping inside I murmur, “Did I fuck up?” His back is to me, but it’s clear he’s upset. His back is visibly shaking.

“Baby, speak to me?” I plead.

He sucks in breath, dipping his head back.

“Did you mean it?” he asks still facing away from me.

“Mean what?” He glances back at me, raising an eyebrow.

“That I'm yours?” I watch as his tongue darts across his lips, my tongue follows, unable to control it.

“Fuck yes, I meant it.” I scoff, annoyed he’d think otherwise.

Bass turns and leaps into my arms. I catch him just in time, then his lips descend on mine, and I take over pouring everything I feel into this one kiss.

A deep grunt escapes Bass as I shove him against the wall—hard, grinding my cock against his, lifting his leg so it wraps around my hip I squeeze it making Bass squirm under me.

I fucking love him. Bass Hale is mine and I’ll end the entire fucking world just to see him smile.

King liftsme like I weigh nothing, pressing my back against the wall, his lips take mine in a relentless possessive kiss, that has my cock twitching.

“You’re still healing.” I groan as he grinds into me.

“Don’t care,” he grunts.

“You’re mine, Bass. I don’t fucking care who knows it.” King hisses through clenched teeth as he turns us, carrying me toward the bed.

He moves my hands above my head, threading his fingers through one hand while he trails the other down my body. Every goddamn sensation in my body is going wild at his touch, my cock is throbbing with need as I watch his fingers slowly move down until they reach the waistband of my joggers.

Tugging them down and freeing my cock, it springs free leaking a bead of pre-cum down my shaft, and King’s tongue licks it up tasting me.

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