Page 74 of Desiring an Angel

Their gazes didn’t waver from each other’s faces.

I blinked back tears at the flood of joy rising up inside my chest.

Rhett hadn’t ever looked at anyone but me with his shields down. Fucking had always been a cold, emotionless hookup with others, even when we’d agreed they had the potential to be the angel we’d been searching for.

The passion he unleashed with me alone showered down onto Sky with every gyration of his hips, every deep moan that rumbled from his lips as she lifted hers to meet his slow thrusts.

“Rhett,” she whispered, cupping his cheek—he gave her his mouth and stole my breath.

He never kissed women.

Ever.

They moved in a sensual dance, both still half-clothed but their souls left bared.

My chest ached with the sweetest pain I had ever experienced as I watched my two lovers offer themselves to each other. The scent of sex permeated the air, and gasps and moans created a symphony of love and ecstatic hope in my mind that promised incandescent happiness in my future.

For however long fate allowed breath to fill my lungs.

Rhett wouldn’t be alone if my fear over what caused my recent illness proved true. He would have someone to hold him, love him, stand by his side when he struggled to allow himself to feel.

Sky had done that—our sweet, sexy angel.

I wanted to worship at her feet, to show her how very special she was regardless of what her family or even she thought about herself.

She’d been sent from heaven to fulfill my dreams, and I owed her the world.

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Rhett

So lush. Warm and tight.

And those eyes holding me captive…crystalline emeralds, full of need I felt along with her, the same vulnerability I experienced in my chest whenever making love to Ash.

Desire to not just burrow deeper into her body but into her soul rose inside me.

Wrong, one part of me whispered.

Right, the other side insisted.

Goddamn dichotomous mind, warring thoughts, didn’t keep my hips from moving of their own accord, my dick from dragging through her sweet clasp. I pushed against the disagreeing voices and focused on pleasing the woman beneath me.

Igniting another climax in her body to milk my aching balls dry.

Chasing orgasms that promised mutual satisfaction.

“Sky…” Ash whispered her name, drawing my attention. His eyes remained on her face, his hands shaking as he shoved down his pants to palm his rock-hard dick. “So beautiful…my sunshine,” he moaned, working his length in time with my thrusts—but I faltered. “I’m so damn close,” he rasped. “Need you to come.”

Skylar’s pussy clamped down on my length, let out a heady moan, and at the wet heat dripping down my balls, my climax erupted.

Teeth clenched to keep from cursing and praising how she pulsed around me, I fucked every last drop of cum into the condom before going still. Planked on my elbows, I hung my head and sucked wind.

The sweetness of release ripped away as Ash’s presence slid over me like a hair-raising sixth sense, bringing his words back to my mind. He’d been completely focused on her…

I shifted my eyes to find he’d moved across the living room to stand beside us, his still-hard dick in hand.

“Open for me,” he whispered, and I did as told—but he slid over Sky’s tongue rather than mine.

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