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Kyrie pulled out of my arms then until only our hands connected. Her fingers clasped around mine and tugged me toward the door. “Right now, Dylan. I’m tired of waiting.”
I trailed behind her with our hands linked until we reached the top stair landing. Then I picked my woman up, hauled her over my shoulder, and raced down the stairs to the shrieks of her laughter.
TWENTY-EIGHT
T-BONE
“This is abnormally fast healing.” The center’s doctor, Priya, leaned in to inspect Grudge’s eyes again. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Most of the cuts around his eyes and brow ridge had closed up without the need for stitches, and the swelling had gone down. He still had broken blood vessels in one eye, which made it look completely red and creepy, but was otherwise fine.
Another perk of being favored by the gods? We healed from injuries in a fraction of the time. But the good doctor didn’t need to know that.
“He’s just a really healthy guy,” I said, running my fingers through Grudge’s short hair again. Kyrie really sexed him up with the haircut, and I couldn’t stop myself from touching him. “Good immune system, you know.”
The doctor gave me anuh-huh, surelook before packing up her things. “Well, if things get any worse instead of better, let me know.”
“Sure thing, doc. Thanks again.”
She left the room just as a series of rapid thumps shook the walls and rafters above us.
“Huh?” Grudge blinked, still unaccustomed to having vision again, and pointed at his ear.
“Yeah, I hear it too. What the fuck—”
A huffing Dyno then sprinted in through our open door with Kyrie’s petite form thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman. He came to a stop in front of us and set her carefully on her feet, arms wrapped around her legs in a way that hit directly inmycaveman brain.
“Hey, guys,” I said. “Have a good talk—”
Kyrie spun and ran for me, taking a leap that prompted me to catch her with my palms under her ass. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she planted a kiss on me before my brain had fully processed what was happening.
“We had a great talk.” She smiled against my lips before kissing me again, tongue probing and soft lips sipping at me like I was water in the desert.
“Uh, good,” I groaned out. With another kiss, I bounced her up higher into a more comfortable position. Her arms and legs squeezed around me in a full-body hug that I never wanted to break. She was so small and light, I was certain I could hold her like this forever.
“I would like to explore some more,” she said, pulling back slightly, like she was still shy. “More than what we did before.”
“Is that so?” My chest warmed with delight. “I think that can be arranged, little lady.”
“With all of you,” she added, sweeping her gaze over to Dyno and Grudge, who’d been watching us intently. Dyno was already sporting a tent in his jeans, so they must have made up nicely already.
“If that’s okay,” Kyrie added, hesitation creeping into her expression.
“Little lady.” I nuzzled a kiss into her neck, eager to put her anxieties at ease. Group fun could be overwhelming in the best ways, and she was still so new to sex in general. Even if she enjoyed herself, she had to be handled delicately. “It’s beyond justokay.You’re more than anything we’ve ever dreamed of.”
“We only want you to be pleased,” Dyno added, already palming his thick erection. None of us missed how Kyrie’s eyes followed his hand.
I patted Kyrie’s ass, bringing her attention back to me. “Let me lay you down, and we’ll just see what happens, alright? You can say no to anything we do, at any time.”
“Okay.”
I kissed her nervous smile away, moving toward the bed. She clung to me until her back hit the mattress, and then she absolutely melted into the soft surface beneath her. That was a good sign—she was relaxed. Her legs remained locked around my waist, but her hands moved over me in light caresses. Fuck, her touch was so soft, almost tickling. Until her, I’d forgotten how different women were from men in bed.
When her small fingers crept under the hem of my shirt, I lifted away to pull it off for her. An idea struck me then at the sight of the other two hovering near, hungry gazes locked onto her.
“Grudge,” I said. “Come here.”
He came up to my side, kneeling on the bed next to me. He had pants on, to be decent for the doctor’s visit, but was shirtless like me, and I’d gotten the sense that Kyrie enjoyed a bit of voyeurism. I grabbed a scruff of hair at the back of his head and brought his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. Grudge moaned and returned the kiss just as good as I gave it, his hand dragging possessively down my chest.
