Page 107 of Sunrise

“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure out of me.”

Vault stares at us like he’s hypnotized.

“Kiss me,” I squeak out. “Someone please fucking kiss me.”

“Vault, give our girl what she wants.”

He bolts off the bench and is on me in a blink. His towel falls and then he holds the back of my head, kissing me like I’m the air he breathes. Knox grips my hips tighter, lifts me, and jackhammers up into my pussy, fucking me harder, faster. When he comes, I think the entire club hears him.

In the last second, another orgasm claims me, and I buck off Knox, rubbing my clit hard, chasing, chasing, chasing—

Vault shoves his fingers into my cunt and hits my g-spot.

I fucking gush and soak the sheets, Knox’s thighs, and Vault’s hand.

The pleasure lingers long after I’m out of energy and I fall back on the bed, twitching from the aftershocks. Knox tucks me into his side. As he cradles my head with one hand, and bands his free arm around my back, he whispers, “I want to keep you forever.”

I bite my lip to stay quiet. The urge to sayI love youis overwhelming, but I’ll blame the chemical dump in my brain messing with me.

“You’re so beautiful when you fuck,” Vault says, curling up on my other side.

Deep down, I know he’s talking to Knox, but I pretend he means me, too.

Their connection is a living, breathing thing. Their bond is so strong, I’d never be able to touch it. I’ve helped couples get closer and could walk awaywithout an ounce of emotion other than happiness. Imagining walking away from these two has dread sinking into my gut. I need to start closing off my heart now, before it’s too late. There isn’t a snowball’s chance in Hell I’m walking away from them unscathed, but when they’re finally back together, as they’re meant to be, I can at least hold my head high knowing they’re the greatest accomplishment of my life.

And nobody can steal that from me.

Chapter 34

Knox

A Sleep Token song coaxes me awake. I stretch like a lazy cat and notice Vault isn’t in bed with us anymore. Where the fuck did he go now? At least my girl is still with me. Snuggling up against her, I kiss the back of her shoulder. She suddenly shoots up, hair all tangled and half out of its tight ponytail. Her lipstick is smeared on her mouth and eyes are bloodshot.

“Shit! The club is open!” She scrambles out of the low-profile bed, tripping over herself. I rush to help catch her from falling, only to get tangled in a towel that’s on the floor.

Sophie sees me fighting for my life with it and cackles with laughter. Bent over, with her hands on her knees, she can’t catch her breath. I’ve never heard a prettier sound in my life. Maybe I should trip and fall like an idiot more often?

She picks up all her things from the floor and gets dressed, laughing. “Oh my god, I have a side stitch.” She holds her ribs, still cracking up.

I eventually win the battle with the towel and wrap it around my waist. “Do you really have to leave?”

I’m pissed Vault has snuck out already.

“Afraid so, pup.”

It’s like waking from one dream to land in another. Only in this one, I’m lost and confused and out of place.

“Ryker said I could have the club until opening time, but then it’s business as usual.”

I’m not used to this woman. I always get “outside the club Sophie” who lingers until the next day and walks slowly away from me. Not this frantic dominatrix dashing around the room to get dressed and leave in a hurry.

“Hey.” I snag her arm to slow her down. “Chill for a minute.”

“I can’t.” She pulls out of my grip and struggles to get back into her dress. “Shit. I need the pasties.” On a hunt for nip covers, she abandons me in the middle of the room and my heart stops beating because Ryker suddenly storms in.

“I know!” she yells while sticking her circles back on her tits. “I’m coming.”

Ryker shuts the door and leans against it. “Are you two okay?”

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