Page 26 of Kylan

“Not at all. Both of them equally. And together. Always.”

“You never had them one on one if one of them was out of town?”

I shook my head. “It would feel weird. And they’re never apart. Like, ever.”

He sighed. “How sweet. And hot. So,” he said, changing tone. “That spit-roast. Love me some details on that. Was it... extra juicy? Succulent, even? When you say delicious, just how good was it?”

I laughed and nudged him with my elbow. “Dee-lish-us.”

He sighed dreamily. “I really have to speak to Dom about that replica dildo.”

I chuckled. “I’m seeing them tonight again.”

He shot me a look. “Three nights this week?”

“Yep. They offered for me to stay at their place all day, but I said no. Their house is nice, don’t get me wrong. Like, ridiculously expensive and shit, but I dunno... feels wrong without them there. The pool was tempting on my sore arse though.”

Fitch’s eyes met mine, wide and serious. “They have a pool?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah. Their house? Amazing. Like an art gallery.”

“What the fuck are we doing here in this shithole when we could be there?”

I snorted. “Because you aren’t supposed to know anything about them, let alone go to their house.”

“Well, what are you doing here in this shithole when you could be there?”

I knew he was only joking but his question made me sigh. “Because I’d miss you,” I said, quietly and awkwardly. I was sure my face was red, and I wished I could take the words back as soon as I’d said them.

Fitch blinked.

“Don’t go making a big deal out?—”

He threw his arms around me. “I’d miss you too, Kysie.”

I hated that nickname he’d made up. He only used it when he was sulking or sorry. Or stupidly happy, apparently.

I weaselled out of his hold. “Yeah, yeah, okay, let me go.”

He put his hands in his lap, but he was jittery with excitement. He could never hide his emotions well. He could never hide anything well.

So I might as well get this over and done with. In for a penny or whatever that old saying was...

“And I wanted to thank you,” I added. It was never easy for me to talk about emotions, but I needed to do this. “For telling me to call them. For telling me if they weren’t attentive to all my needs, they weren’t the real deal.”

Fitch smiled and slid his hand over mine. “You talked to them?”

I nodded. “I told them everything I was feeling. Which I never do.”

He nodded then. “I know, baby. I know it’s hard for you.”

“I’m trying to get better at it,” I admitted. My heart was hammering so fucking hard. “They said something that kinda hit home, you know, a bit too close to the truth. I guess he would see right through me because he’s really smart and just fucking clued-in, ya know?”

“One of your daddies?”

I nodded. “He said yesterday was hard for me because I felt unsafe, and?—”

“Unsafe?” Fitch went to instant alert-mode. “Here? With me?”

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