Page 91 of Their Property
I laughed, hands running up her back to bring her closer. “We thought four years ago you might be perfect for us, and you just keep proving us right.”
“Ever since you all brought me back home, and my father lectured me about safety,” her thumb traced along my jaw, “I thought about you three, because I was safe the whole time I was with you guys. At home, I was just…stifled.”
I reached for her hand, taking it reluctantly from my face. “There’s more you should know.”
Her fingers curled around mine, much like when we’d danced together. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“My son’s mother sometimes keeps me from seeing him because,” I clenched my jaw, trying to keep the flash of anger at bay, “I made the mistake of telling her my father had abused me.”
Kyrie’s face crumpled. “Oh, Dylan…”
“Abused kids often grow up to be abusers,” I went on. “Because it’s all they know. I could have turned out just like my old man if I hadn’t run away to the Hopi reservation when I was sixteen. I met my birth mother for the first time, learned the ways of her people. She was already sick though, and she passed away a few years later.”
Kyrie’s hand returned to my face, knuckle sweeping over my cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright. She’s still here, just in a different form. And meeting her changed the course of my life.” I met Kyrie’s gaze, determined. “Because of her, I’d never hurt a child or a woman.”
“I know that.” Kyrie said it as if it were obvious. “I knew it the minute you saved me from someone who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me.”
She was practically against my chest now, only her forearms between us while she caressed my face and neck, soothing me like some wounded beast.
“I don’t know if Lacey actually believes I’ll hurt Isaac or if she’s just using that as an excuse to be manipulative, but…”
“It hurt you.” Kyrie’s touch swept over my brow, whispering the words I couldn’t bring myself to say. “Whatever she believes, it’s not true, Dylan.”
I huffed out a laugh despite the heavy conversation. “I love it when you say my name.”
“Dylan,” she crooned again. “If you need my help in getting your son back, just say the word and I’ll be there.”
I breathed in her sweet scent, pulling her tighter against me. She might be more than what I deserved, but fuck if I was ever going to let her go. “I’m sorry for what I said before I left.”
“Hm, you weren’t wrong.” She dragged a finger along the shaved side of my head. “But I don’t care who knows about us or what this will do to me politically.”
“Me either, but I needed to know.” I gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place with my lips hovering just above hers. “If you were serious about us or just wanted to play.”
Kyrie’s lips pursed, playfully defiant. “Are you satisfied with what you learned?”
I kissed her in answer, holding nothing back. She stumbled under the force of it but quickly recovered, held up by my grip on her. Maybe T-Bone was gentle with her, but if she was going to be with the three of us, she needed to handle our rough style of love. She took my kiss in stride, meeting each lash of my tongue and holding the back of my head to pull me deeper. When she bit down on my bottom lip and sucked hard, a deep groan of satisfaction left my chest.
She was perfect,soperfect.
Who would have known pretty and sweet Kyrie Vance was made for tumbling with roughneck bikers?
“Please,” she begged sweetly on a breath before I devoured her lips again.
“Please what?” I ran one hand down her back until I cupped her ass, the sexy globe filling my palm with a satisfying weight as I kneaded it. “Tell me what you want, Miss Ambassador.”
She laughed, bringing a finger against my lips to stop my next kiss. I just sucked it into my mouth and waited for her to speak.
“First, don’t call me that.”
“Hm.” I bit lightly on her fingertip in response.
“Second.” Kyrie paused, licking her lips. “I want to go back inside,” she whispered. “To be with all of you.”
The look she gave me was ravenous, so openly wanting. She didn’t just accept the idea of being shared, shecravedit. She wanted it as badly as my cock ached for her right then. And somehow, I was one of three lucky bastards in the world who had the privilege of her want, of hertrust.Because I knew for her, the two were intrinsically linked.
“You want all of us?” I repeated, just to make sure this wasn’t some kind of fever dream. “Right now?”
