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This should feel weird, but it really doesn’t.
I don’t know Wes very well, but I know Kit. He obviously trusts Wes more than any other, and even though what we just did might seem weird to some couples, to me, it doesn’t.
Kit trusts me and Wes enough to know that this was nothing more than sex.
I don’t have the sort of feelings for Wes that I do for Kit. They are not even remotely similar. In fact, I’m not even that attracted to Wes. What I am attracted to is the way Kit makes me feel when he’s watching me, and even though I’m glad they are on the same page about sharing, I will miss that feeling of being watched by him.
But I suppose there are other ways we can still have that.
Like self-play.
Or maybe even bringing him with me when I go to kill.
The guys ease out of me, and I wait for the pain of my ribs to hit, but it doesn’t, my entire body still floating.
Moving to the end of the bed, I smirk over my shoulder at them before bending over and parting my cheeks, making a show of squeezing Kit’s cum from my arse.
“Fuck, man. You’ve won the jackpot,” Wes mutters, leaning forward to get a better look.
“Yeah,” Kit smirks lazily, his eyes meeting mine as he relaxes back against the pillows. “I really fucking have.”
“You feeling hungry, Wes?” I ask, and in unison, both of their brows hitch. “You wanna eat Kit’s cum from my arse?”
I don’t miss the excited flare in Kit’s eyes as he sits up a little on the pillows, and Wes flicks his gaze to his best mate.
“Since this is our last rodeo, I wouldn’t mind tasting your cum.”
Oh helllll, the flush that washes over me at that admission takes me by surprise, and the moment Kit nods, fisting his best mate’s hair and steering him towards me, I feel my pussy growing slick all over again.
We all shift around to get in position. Wes lying, me on myknees as I hover over his head, and Kit getting the best view behind me.
“Feed him, Bell,” Kit orders, and I part my cheeks again, bending closer as I clench my muscles and feel his seed oozing from my back passage.
Wes moans, the flick of his long tongue dragging over my arse, lapping at every last drop.
“Fuuuck. That’s so fucking filthy.” Kit stands from the bed, rounding the end to pace as he watches me. “You’re such a filthy whore, Bell.”
I grin wickedly, nodding. “I am, Kitty.Sofilthy.”
Kit’s jaw ticks, and I think perhaps he’s finally at his limit of sharing me.
His blue eyes snap from me to his best mate, and when he speaks, the rasp in his tone is more animalistic than I’ve ever heard.
“Time to fuck off, Wes. I need to punish my woman.”
CHAPTER 26
KIT
My bedroom doorclicks shut as Wes leaves me and Bell alone, and I can’t fucking hold back the violence that’s been building in me all fucking night.
Bell’s eyes are on me, her head tilting in that way of hers as she studies me, clearly assessing how far she can fucking push.
“Lay down.” I point to the bed, storming past it to step into my bathroom.
Bell’s scoff meets my ears as I flick the shower on, the brat in her fuelling the need to hurt as it builds inside me.
Lathering up my cock with soap, I focus on getting it clean, before rinsing off the suds and barely drying myself, too fucking eager as I step back into my room.
