Page 278 of Better When Shared
“Fuck,” Ryker whispered, voice hoarse and reverent. He bent to kiss my forehead, then Kiaan’s lips, then back to my mouth.
“You’re fucking incredible, Skylar.” Kiaan snorted, half-laugh, half-sob. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I grinned, lazy and sated and filthy. “That’s the point. Who needs legs when you’ve got this?”
They sandwiched me between them, Ryker on his side, arm slung heavy across my hips, fingers grazing over Kiaan’s thigh. Kiaan draped over my other leg with the dildo still inside him. I floated in the sticky, sweaty afterglow, surrounded by the men who’d wrecked me and put me back together in the same breath. For the first time in my life, I wanted nothing else. Just this. Just them.
“So, to be clear, you’re happy with house?” Kiaan asked, and I burst out laughing.
“Fuck yes, Kiaan. Thank you for all of this, and Ryker for helping him create such a beautiful place for us to build a life in. I love you,” I said. “I love you both so much it hurts.”
“And we love you, filthy girl. We’re yours, forever,” Ryker murmured.
