Page 95 of By His Play

I slept with Kieran.

Multiple times.

And—

Something squeezes my breast, and my breath catches.

Aware I’m awake, he shifts his hips, and it reveals something even more surprising than his hand on my bare skin.

“K-Kieran?” I whisper as heat surges through my body.

“Morning, Lucky,” he groans as he thrusts his hips again.

I’m sore. Sorer than I think I’ve ever been before. But it’s not enough to mask the pleasure I get from him moving inside me.

Holy Christ; I’ve just woken up with my best friend inside me.

My heart races, and my hands begin to tremble.

My eyes close as warmth and contentment flow over me hearing him call me that.

It’s a nickname he’s called me for as long as I can remember, and I love it.

I love being his lucky charm.

I shiver when his warm breath rushes over my neck, making my skin erupt in goosebumps before his lips press against my shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t find any words.

But when he moves again, the moan that spills from my lips says it all.

“Do you have any idea how amazing you feel?” he groans.

“Kieran,” I gasp as he pushes deeper.

“Fuck, baby.”

My eyes fall closed as heat surges through me.

I’ve never felt like this with a man before, and something tells me I won’t feel it again with anyone but Kieran.

His hand moves from my breast and slides down my stomach in favor of my clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

“You squeeze me so goddam tight. I can’t get enough.”

The feeling is mutual.

He moves slowly, his thrusts so much gentler than anything I remember from last night.

He knows I’m sore; I don’t even need to say the words. He’s still taking care of me.

Reaching back, I find his ass and squeeze in encouragement.

No more words are said as we move together, the morning sun streaming through the open curtains.

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