Page 121 of Forgotten Promise

Then he surged into her, filling her with one toe-curling thrust.

Kailani shrieked, Benjamin moaned. He fucked her. Fast and hard, keeping her pinned and helpless under him, her pants and moans muffled against the bed. She knew he was about to come when he bent over her, his heavy body pressing down on her while he reached between her legs to circle her clit. It was against Benjamin’s personal code to come before his partners, and this time was no different. The orgasm ripped through her, hard and hot and fast, and he followed a moment later, his guttural cries raw and rough.

Kailani’s knees couldn’t support their combined weight, so she straightened her legs, falling flat on the bed, Benjamin on top of her, the tip of his cock still in her pussy.

They lay like that, panting, for only a moment. Then Benjamin rolled off onto his back, and Kailani pushed up on her elbows. She glanced at Benjamin, then at John, where he sat watching them. The black tux pants made it hard for her to see if he was hard, but when he shifted, tugging the fabric on his thigh, she knew he had to be.

Kailani sat up, one nipple aching, her pussy still throbbing in the aftermath of the orgasm. She looked at John, who spread his legs and pointed to the floor between his feet.

“On your knees.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

John rose from the bed, walking over to the window to gaze out at the sun rising over the French Riviera. His internal clock was completely out of whack, and despite the fact they’d stayed up quite late, he’d struggled to sleep, tossing and turning enough that he had decided to get out of the bed lest he wake Benjamin and Kailani.

He would probably pay for that decision later, but he was too wired, too keyed up to continue making the attempt.

Benjamin and Kailani were still asleep, naked, wrapped up in each other’s arms, Kailani on her side, her long black hair fanned out on the pillow as Benjamin spooned her from behind, his arm snaked around her waist, his hand hanging just beneath her bare breasts. The sheets only covered them from below the waist, leaving him plenty of skin to enjoy. John studied them, admiring how beautiful they both were, perfect specimens of male and female.

As amazing as yesterday was—the super-spy games, the casino foreplay, even the high-stakes gambling—John couldn’t shake the fact they’d still been playing roles. Kailani and Benjamin had asked for a do-over, and while they’d given him bits and pieces of who they were and what they wanted, they’d still avoided any meaningful talk.

The only glimpse of real, unguarded truth he’d seen was when they’d returned to the room and he’d watched Benjamin and Kailani fuck.

And while it had been hot as hell, it hadn’t exactly set John’s mind at ease. Because their hot-blooded, fiery, aggressive natures had been just as prevalent in the bedroom as they were any other time Benjamin and Kailani were together. That had been a battle as much as it had been sex.

John was annoyed with himself because he’d gone along with everything that happened yesterday too easily, and that was what had caused his restlessness all night.

He was still pissed off at them.

It was as simple and as complicated as that. He didn’t know how to overcome the hurt they’d caused because it had been a damn long time since he’d let anyone get close enough to do that to him.

Of course, he wasn’t sure that last “close” relationship could be used in comparison. It certainly hadn’t been a romantic one. That hurt had come from a foster family, one he’d truly believed had cared about him, when he was eleven. He’d let himself believe—hope—that he’d finally found his forever home. Then they’d gotten divorced and decided they wanted a clean slate all the way around…which meant he got shoved back into the system.

Kailani and Benjamin were leaps and bounds ahead of him when it came to relationships and love as well. His dating record was a long string of casual hookups and failed attempts at romance. He’d never said the words “I love you” to anyone.

Ever.

But there had been several times when he’d looked at Benjamin and Kailani last night and felt…well, if it wasn’t love yet, it was the closest he’d ever experienced.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that if things had gone down differently in Boston, if Kailani and Benjamin hadn’t been at odds, hadn’t walked away, he’d already be halfway in love with them right now.

He’d let things go too far last night, leading with his dick—and too many martinis—instead of his brain. Even now, the fucking thing was making demands, growing hard as he looked at his lovers, recalling how, after she and Benjamin fucked, John had demanded that she get on her knees. Her blowjob had been hot, sensual, sexy as fuck, but it wasn’t what he’d demanded in the casino, wasn’t what he wanted.

She played with him for several minutes, the tenor not changing until Benjamin stepped next to him, his dick growing thicker, harder, despite coming just a few minutes before. That was when shit got real, he and Benjamin taking turns fucking her mouth, using her roughly, neither stopping until they’d come down her throat.

They’d fallen asleep after that.

He hadn’t fucked them, not truly, not the way he’d wanted to, buried deep inside Kailani—or Benjamin—and he knew neither of them would refuse if he woke them up and rang the bell on round two.

No. He wasn’t crawling back into that bed. Wasn’t expanding on his mistake.

Willing his hard-on to go away, John tiptoed across the room, rummaging through his bag for a pair of boxers. Pulling them on, he padded to the French doors that led to the suite’s private terrace.

Despite the very early hour, the weather was quite balmy, a warm breeze blowing in from the water, and he drew in a deep breath of the salty sea air. The suite boasted its own infinity pool, the clear water so inviting, he was tempted to simply dive in.

Instead, he dropped down at the edge, dipping his feet in. The water was bath-like, warm, soothing. He let his legs hang over the edge, the water reaching him mid-calf.

John looked out over the breathtaking skyline, the cityscape lined with castle-like spires and turrets, the gorgeous panorama encompassing not only Monaco but France as well.

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