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I don’t wait for her to say anything in response. I don’t want her answer now, in her post-orgasmic haze. I need her clearheaded to consent. “Has anyone ever hurt you?”

“After years of therapy, I learned to pick better partners,” she hedges.

“So, yes?” I snarl.

“Only a couple and only a little.” She shrugs. “Did you know you could get a broken rib from sneezing?”

It’s not the lightening of the blow she thinks it is. My vision goes red around the edges and narrows. “Someone broke your fucking rib?”

Anger washes over me in a way I haven’t felt in years.

“More than a year ago. Almost two,” she explains.

I grab her hand, input the code, drag her inside, and slam the door.

“Back here, you two,” Arlo hollers as we hang up our coats.

I pull her through to the kitchen, where the scent of culinary artistry assaults me. The delicious scent won’t derail me. Not even the infamous cat, Plink that lounges on the windowsill behind the breakfast nook can. I stop in front of Arlo, whose gaze slides back and forth between me and Hailey several times.

“Open up,” I demand, looking directly at Arlo’s lips.

To my utter surprise, his lips part without question.

I stick my two Hailey-soaked fingers into his mouth. “Clean them.”

Slowly, his lips close around my fingers. His hot tongue skates up my pads and between the seams of my digits. His eyes hood as his throat works, drinking down Hailey’s cum. They stay locked on me for so long I squirm. I’m second-, third-, and fourth-guessing what I’ve done.

And still, my need roars. It’s ferocious enough to consume me.

All the neat parameters I’ve relied on when I’m around Arlo are blurring, cracking, and crumbling. The foundation of everything we are and have been shakes under my feet. I know what I should do. It’s nothing close to what I want to do.

I want to challenge him and Hailey.

The honey of Hailey’s cum works its way down my throat until it’s cleaned, and all that’s left is Hota’s skin. Their tastes fill my senses and ignite a fire in my chest that rivals any burning forest.

I watch the confident and self-assured man I’ve known for so very long dissolve as my tongue works over his skin. His pupils blow wide. The width of his chest heaves.

Behind him, Hailey whimpers.

My lips slip off the end of his fingers. “That appetizer is better than any I have to offer.” I let my gaze slip from him to Hailey for just a moment. Hota’s eyes are desperate. I’m as terrified as I am turned on. Still, I manage. “What else is on the menu?”

“You’re not ready to eat what I serve,” Hota snarls.

He knows me so well. Too well and I want to show him how much I’ve changed. I mean, his fingers were just inside my mouth. Still, I need to show him I can touch and be touched without reliving the past.

But…what if it’s not true where he’s concerned?

My insides quake with nerves and need.

“I am.” Hailey steps into the narrow space between us. She brushes her ass over my swelling cock and grabs the back of Hota’s neck, pulling his defiant eyes from me. “Give it to me. I want to see what’s so magical about your wand.”

Hota’s lips curve.

A shocked laugh rocks me. “Don’t tell me you have a wizard kink.”

Hailey snorts, which sends Hota reeling.

Just like that, my siren has broken the impossible tension between us. I slip a hand around her waist, hug her to me, and laugh into her ear.

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