I gagged. “Mom!.”
“Don’t make me explain it,” she said, holding up her hand. “Let’s just say if you all don’t stay close to her, this is going to keep happening. You need balance.”
Balance.
My ass.
What I needed was her.
Naked.
Soft.
Squirming under me.
And tomorrow?
She’d be mine.
Not because I needed to win.
But because she deserved to feel what it was like to be worshipped.
Not just touched.
Not just kissed.
Ruined-with love.
“Go,” Mom ordered again, already waving us toward the door like we were rabid animals.
“We’re not dogs,” Kendrick muttered, clutching the towel tighter around his lap as he stood.
“No, you’re worse,” she said, snorting. “Now move your asses before you traumatize me.”
We didn’t need to be told twice.
Kingsley was already halfway out the door.
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