Page 125 of Desiring an Angel

I changed our sheets since we’d messed them up the night before. My period had pretty much faded to nothing, and I looked forward to having both men inside me without barriers of any sort.

Rhett had given me plenty of romantic loving in Ashton’s absence, but I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his kisses, his delicious dick.

Just the thought of him finally having my ass again when Ash filled my pussy dampened my panties. I wanted it. Craved it. Knew having them like that would be nothing but pleasure since Rhett had taken down those walls that had kept us from emotionally connecting.

Grinning and giddy, I washed myself into the kitchen corner by the garage door. Laughter snorted from me when I realized what I’d done.

“Moron.” Shaking my head, I considered resting where I sat until the floor dried, but excess energy denied me that idea. I crawled back over the floor, wiping up my knee and hand prints as I went until the dining room’s hardwood lay beneath me. “There.” I dropped the rag and stood, eyeing my work—then the island Rhett had bent me over the morning before, disturbing our coffee.

Not that I’d minded.

My face heated along with the rest of my body, but the doorbell shut down all thoughts of my two favorite men, their dicks, and how well they would satisfy the ache growing inside me.

A quick scurry toward the entryway, and I saw the unwanted visitor through the side windows.

Nora.

“What the…” Scowling, I wrenched open the door. “I’m all done with your negativity, so if you’re here to treat me like trash, you can go suck a duck egg and choke!”

Law laid down, I lifted my chin and glared as she glanced over my shoulder.

“Can I come in?” she asked quietly, her gaze as closed off as Rhett’s old one when she met my eyes.

“Why?”

“Because Mom and Dad didn’t send me this time. I’m not going to try to get you to go home or anything like that.”

“Then what’s the point of driving all the way down here? I know it’s not just for a friendly chat.”

“I came to apologize.”

My mouth dropped open, my mind blank.

“I’ve been a miserable bitch and taking it out on you my entire life,” she rushed the words, sounding so much like my dumpster spew that I blinked back to reality.

I closed my jaw and narrowed my eyes while leaning forward to sniff at her. “Are you drunk?”

She huffed a soft laugh and shook her head. “I finally started to see a therapist, and she told me jealousy and envy would only continue to fester inside me if I didn’t let it go.”

Jealousy. Envy…

“What?” I whispered, my idiot brain not following.

“Can I come in?” Nora questioned again, and I didn’t think, simply stepped back and allowed her entry.

She glanced around the house, a soft, sad smile on her face when she turned to face me where I stood in front of the open door. “Your home is lovely.”

“I share it with two men, and we have unnatural sex,” I reminded her, my chin lifting.

“Do they make you happy?” she surprised me by asking.

“Extremely.”

Nora nodded as though pleased, her focus once more flitting around the kitchen off to her right.

“What do you mean by jealousy and envy?” I asked, needing to get to the bottom of her visit because I was clueless. She must be drunk. Or maybe she’d smoked some pot. I hoped she hadn’t driven…

My sister clutched her purse in front of her pencil skirt like armor. “All our life, I had to compete with you.”

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