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“I’m glad you’re healing. I can’t imagine what it must have been like.” I wasn’t ignoring the last part of what he said, I just didn’t know how to address it. Did he just want to kiss me? Or more? And did he still want to play with others like he mentioned back at the party?
“You said you weren’t…exclusive with Bash?” My voice trembled with nerves, eyes fixed on our laced fingers.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah. That’s correct. With everyone’s knowledge, of course.”
“…And it’s the same with Dyno and Grudge?”
“No, it’s not the same,” he said quickly. “The three of us have been emotionally committed to each other for years. Physically, we’ve been…open to bringing others in, to spice things up on occasion. But we have rules.”
“Oh.” My face burned. “Such as?”
T-Bone’s smile went wider, amusement lighting up his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t think any of us want casual fucking anymore. We’ve all got it bad for a certain girl.”
He drew my gaze up with a finger under my chin, looking at me with such warmth and affection. And still I could only squeak out, “Me?”
“Yes, you. What have I been saying this whole time?” he huffed out with laughter. “It’s taken four years and running into you again, but we’ve all pretty much admitted we’re crazy about you.” His hand dropped from my face, smile wilting. “We just didn’t want to overwhelm you with our own wants. And, you know…”
“The fact that I’m an ambassador-slash-governor’s daughter and you’re hired muscle who are all outlaw bikers?” I ventured.
“Yeah, that,” T-Bone sighed. “Not to mention that we’re old farts, you’re young and beautiful, and there’s three of us.” He swallowed. “Your father, shit, any government you work with, would clutch all the pearls in the sea at justoneof those things.”
“You’re right.” I finally reached for his face, my palm finding the warmth and texture of his bearded cheek. “So fuck what they think.”
There was a beat of silence as T-Bone’s gaze dropped to my lips, his head leaning into my hand for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was tasting him.
His lips slid over mine, warm and pulsing. We opened up and our tongues met in the middle, more than ready to continue the erotic dance they’d started back in that corridor. T-Bone slid an arm around my back, holding my hip and turning me to face him. I reacted instinctively, spreading my legs open and straddling his thighs. My hands went to his shoulders, his neck, then dragged through his hair. It was so freeing to finally touch him, taste him, explore him.
I felt frenzied, kissing him desperately and running my hands all over him like I was trying to make up for years in these mere moments. I wanted to inhale him like a drug, to feel him everywhere at once. T-Bone, on the other hand, was the epitome of calm. He made each kiss linger for several seconds, hands moving in slow, sensual passes from my waist to the nape of my neck.
“Take it easy, little lady,” he chuckled, kissing the corner of my jaw. “We don’t have to rush nothin’.” His beard sent the most delicious shivers over my skin, and that only made me clutch at him harder.
“I want to.” My core throbbed with a greedy ache, and I ground myself against the hardening erection in his jeans. “Please. I don’t want to wait. I just want you.”
“Hold on, beautiful. Let’s time out real quick.” He took gentle hold of my arms, putting a few inches of space between us. “Have you had sex before?”
My face burned. I must have turned red enough, because he gave me a skeptical look and I knew it wouldn’t be worth lying. “No.”
T-Bone’s shoulder’s deflated with a sigh of breath.
“You’re relieved,” I noted.
“Yeah, I am,” he admitted.
“Because no other man has touched me before?”
He snorted out a laugh before catching himself. “What? No, I don’t give a fuck about that.” Leaning in, he kissed me so tenderly that my chest erupted in flutters. His arms came around me again, bringing me toward his chest until his lips touched down to my shoulder. “I’m just relieved that the Blakeworth prick never got a chance to hurt you.”
Touched beyond words, I wrapped an arm around his neck and let my other hand drift down his back. “It was hard to trust men for a while,” I admitted, nuzzling his ear. “I still don’t, not really. You three are the only ones I trust.”
“Men are dirtbags, especially to women.” He kissed my cheek, palms running up my back with such delicious pressure, I wanted to moan. “But you’re safe with us, Kyrie. I give you my word as president, we’ll never harm you or make you feel unsafe.”
I pulled back just enough to hold his face, nudging my nose against his. “The Sons of Odin are the only ones who’ve ever made me feel that way.”
Our mouths connected in an intense kiss, the momentum sending my back flat on the bed. My legs locked around T-Bone’s waist, the weight of him hovering over me, so satisfying and frustrating at the same time. The urgency to bring him inside me returned. I may not have had sexual experience, but I took anatomy classes and knew how it worked.
My back arched off the bed, hands roaming, and mouth devouring. I wanted him so badly that it was painful. But he remained infuriatingly calm, his movements slow, and his tenting erection away from my pussy. When I reached for his belt, he stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
“Am I…doing something wrong?” The old feeling of rejection rang painfully through my chest.
