Page 44 of Right Side of Paradise
Peeking up at him, I couldn’t fight my smile.
The sun pouring through Rico’s balcony streaked across his face, giving his skin an orange and golden glow.
I didn’t know what made him climb in bed with us this morning, but I was thankful for whatever it was. Two nights ago, he didn’t want me in his room and now he was in bed with me, sleeping like a baby.
Men.
I needed to meet up with my mom later and talk about the Juneteenth event I’d dazedly agreed to help her with. But for now, I would enjoy this.
The gentle rise and fall of Christian’s chest and the sound of Rico’s soft breathing behind me.
There was no doubt that I loved Rico. Adored Soul with my whole heart.
But Christian…
He went from aloof to needy in a heartbeat when he was done hiding his feelings and I liked his chaotic, brooding self.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, settling my head near his heart.
The silence I expected in return was interrupted by his gruff morning voice.
“Missed you too,” he said, arm now tight around me.
My sharp inhale was swallowed by his command as he rolled on top of me.
“Open your legs, Harlow.”
He only had to tell me once and the weight of his erection hit my sex when he sank down on top of me.
Christian was naked. And all I had on was one of Rico’s T-shirts. No panties. No nothing between me and the man who woke up on ten.
He hid his face in my neck. “You feel what you do to me?”
“Chris…” I gasped, amazed at how fast my body responded.
My legs were already stretched open with him between them and now my clit throbbed with a mind of its own while arousal slicked my walls.
If I was being honest, waking up between two men already had me wet with desire. But I was trying to be good. Cuddle and enjoy the sweetness of the moment.
Thank GodChristian wasn’t on that type of time. Because now that I’d felt how hard he was, the only place I wanted him was inside of me.
“I’ve been hard as fuck since you got here Friday.” He moved so his dick smacked my clit. He buried his head deeper in my neck and raked his teeth over my skin. “So hard it hurts, sweetheart. Even when I jack off, I’m hard again within an hour because I know you’re here.”
He dropped his hips again and this time, I held onto his thick waist so he wouldn’t pull away from me so easily.
His dick slapping my clit was abeautifulway to wake up. But I wanted a lot more than the precum I could feel mixing with my own arousal. I wanted all of him.
“Sweetheart…” he said roughly, realizing I wasn’t letting him go.
Without a word, I arched into him and let my nails dig into his skin.
“Rico is right there,” he whispered. Like he’d just remembered but didn’t plan to do anything about it.
“You wanna wake him up and ask him if he wants us to stop?”
“No.” His voice was broken—barely audible—as he ground his hips into me. “Harlow, I fucking missed you.”
“I know.” And I did. I knew it because I missed him too.
