Page 151 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

I pull her to me and she comes freely. I tilt her chin up and press my mouth to hers. Her kisses have always been the sweetest. Those juicy red lips are so agonizingly plump that I’m semi-hard after just a single touch of them. I pull her against me so she can feel it and the warmth of her fills me with excitement. My hands go into her hair, her curls sliding between my fingers as I keep her to me. She traces her hands up my arms, memorizing the muscles there and making it hard not to want to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, but I’m supposed to “take it easy.” Doctor’s orders. But this—her—can’t wait.

“Come to bed with me,” I say against her lips.

Her eyes widen, that gorgeous blue ocean staring back at me. “You should be resting,” she says.

“I can rest later. Right now, I want you.”

Her cheeks turn pink under her freckles but a devilish smile plays upon her lips. “I’ll be gentle,” she says.

I chuckle and she shivers in my hands as I drag my nose along her cheek to whisper in her ear. “Fuck, I hope not.”

“Joel, you’re supposed to be in recovery,” Key says abruptly.

I watch Dusty’s face as she steps back from me. It’s almost like she’s embarrassed? That simply won’t do. I want her to feel comfortable in all of this and that education starts now.

“I guess you’ll have to join us then. Make sure I don’t pull something,” I say with a smirk.

Key’s eyes flare and Dusty’s face flushes deeper.

“Is that something you might want?” I ask her.

“I—I . . .” she stammers.

Key walks up and cups her cheeks. “Remember, you don’t have to say yes if you’re uncomfortable. This is new and it’s a lot. Just know you don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve thought of nothing for days except for how much I want the two of us to fuck you into oblivion.”

She gasps and Key captures her mouth with his. A heady haze washes over me as I watch them kiss. The way her body responds to his touch is mesmerizing. Her fingertips reach out to grasp the front of my shirt and tug. I step forward, sliding my arm around her back waiting for my moment and as if he can read my mind, he pulls away.

Her heavy eyes latch onto me for just a moment before I’m smothering her with my own kiss. I feel the moment her knees give out. A tiny tremble in her self-consciousness that has her hooked on feeling this much all at once. When I pull back her eyes remain closed and her pulse flutters in her neck. Key’s hand gently caresses her stomach and she sighs as her fist closes in the fabric at my chest.

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes softly opening. Her teeth snag her luscious bottom lip. “Yes, I want this.”

Key’s eyes meet mine and a slow grin spreads across his face. Next thing, he’s throwing her over his shoulder and heading toward my bedroom. My chest swells as I realize he’s quietly making a gesture of respect. His actions tell me that once this is done for the night, that it’ll end on my terms. That we’ll sleep in my bed. That if I want her and I to be alone, I can simply ask for him to leave. I won’t—but the offer means a lot.

When we enter, I’m surprised that my bed has been made. The sheets have been changed and the room is tidy. One of them must have cleaned up for me while I was in the hospital. Key sets Dusty down on the floor and she looks up at the two of us through her long eyelashes and her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“You can say stop at any time, remember?” I remind her gently. “If it gets too much, or you don’t like something . . . just tell us. You’re in control, okay?”

Adorably, she raises her chin and nods. “Okay.”

I step forward and drag my fingers across the skin of her shoulder, pulling down the strap of her shirt. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

She shivers, goose bumps prickling her chest and arms. She draws in a sharp breath before nodding. “Yes.”

I reach for her neck, the pad of my thumb swiping across her lips. “Don’t be nervous. We’re going to make you feel so fucking good.”

“I trust you. I trust youboth.”

With another kiss, my hands roam over the familiar curves of her body. Her body is absolutely unmatched—I swear, god broke the mold when he made her. Even if that’s what attracted me to her so long ago in that dark Vegas strip club, she proved that very night that there was so much more beauty to her than that.

She hesitates at first but as if she’s finally switched off her brain, she kisses me back. She wraps her arms around my neck and she pushes her chest into me. I waste no time in finding the hem of her shirt and pull it up. My fingers swipe against Key’s, his hand back to gently caressing her side.

As I break our kiss to pull her shirt off, I feel pressure on my cock and peer down where I find her hand gently cupping me. I’m pleasantly surprised. It usually takes girls longer to get involved and a lot of them participate in a way where they don’t have to do much. She must really want this. Want me. Want us—together.

She unclasps the button of my jeans and now it’s my turn to take a breath. I leave her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck to the top of her breast still confined inside her lacy green bra. I reach behind her to unhook the contraption and it springs open. As the bra falls away, my tongue finds her nipple. Small but hard on her large breasts and as my lips close around it, I look up at her to see her head fall back, right onto Key’s chest.

I can hear the thundering of her heart as I flick and tease her nipple, my fingers gently tugging at her other breast. Key has a hand gripped to her waist, the other sliding down her stomach to the top of her skirt.

“You’re doing so good for him,” I hear Key say. “But what will I find if I touch you here,” he continues, and his hand disappears between her legs. Her whole body jumps and she cries out, her grip on my shirt tightening. “I knew you’d be soaked,” he says. “But how much of that is for him and how much for me?”

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