Page 58 of Dollhouse

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “Never let me go, Rowen. Please.” I wipe her tears away, roll over on my back and pull her into my arms. “Shh, baby, don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere.” I place my fingers under her chin and tilt her head up so that her eyes meet mine. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I just got you back, and I’m never letting you go again. I should’ve run with you all those years ago, and I’m sorry I didn’t, but I have you now.” I press a chaste kiss to her lips, and she nods with a small but sad smile. There’s something else brewing in her mind. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

“Well… you know that I slept with King, right?” Her cheeks turn crimson, and I can’t help but chuckle at her embarrassment. Especially now.

“Yeah, I’m aware. And sooner rather than later, you’re going to end up fucking Eli too.” I state matter-of-factly, without malice or any type of jealousy.

“Does that bother you?”

“No. We all want you, you want us, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Does it bother you?” She thinks for a moment before shaking her head.

“Maybe it should… but it doesn’t. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I want all of you.”

“Hmm… are you sure about that?” With a smirk, I roll her over onto her back and kiss the crimson that tints her cheeks and highlights her neck. I kiss down the delicate skin of her neck, licking up the blood. A low moan hums through her throat as I bite down on her skin.

In the next breath, I am returning home and burying myself inside of her incredible cunt yet again.

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After fuckingTate into my mattress again and once in the shower, we clean our wounds and bandage them. We’d went downstairs and had lunch, and now we’re sitting in the living room, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie.

Well, she’s watching a movie and I am enjoying her warmth.

But now by hearing her heavy breathing, I know she’s asleep.

I look down at her small body that’s tucked under my arm, studying her face.

Her dark eyelashes are so long that they fan across her cheeks when her eyes are closed. Her black hair is pulled into a ballet bun on top of her head and her bangs are brushed back to reveal her heart-shaped face.

She looks the same as she did all those years ago. She’s grown into her features and her body, and she’s a walking-talking-breathing temptress.

Tate is more than beautiful, gorgeous, or hot.

Her ethereal beauty is unearthly like.

There’s not a right word to describe her beauty.

She doesn’t even have to try; she’s just naturally a drop dead stunner.

A goddess who has the power to stop men in their tracks and bring them to their knees. And when she opens her mouth and speaks, it only further adds to her beauty. She’s always had a smartass mouth and I’m happy to see that hasn’t changed.

I’m too focused on studying her sleeping face that I don’t notice right away when the elevator doors ping open.

Hearing footsteps, I tear my attention from her and look up to notice that Eli and King are back home. Eli nods at me and points toward the hallway where his office is, and I know what that means.

He wants to talk.

Careful not to wake Tate, I slide out from under her and lay her back on the couch, covering her with the blanket before following King and Eli down the hallway and into Eli’s office.

Closing the door behind me, I take a seat beside King in front of Eli’s large cherry oak desk, both of them giving me skeptical looks as they eye the bandage that’s on my chest, and I know they see the red scratches down my back when I’d turned to close the door.

“Either you and Tate fought, or you made up.” Eli raises an eyebrow, sitting back in his chair.

King laughs and shakes his head, slapping me on the shoulder. “Our brother here got some of that sweet pussy today. I’ll admit, she’s never scratched me like that before and I’m a little jealous.”

“Maybe you didn’t fuck her good enough.” I chuckle, punching him playfully in the arm.

“She creamed on my dick three times in a row the other night. I’m fully satisfying her. So, what’s with the bandage?”

“We bled for each other.” They both nod in understanding. Like me, they too have their own kinks that may be weird to others. We’re close and comfortable enough with each other that we’ve shared our sex stories, plus we’ve shared women before so we each know what the other is interested in.

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