He blew into the phone. “I don’t care how you get it. Just get it.”
Before she could protest again the line was silent. Abby looked at the phone. He had hung up on her.
“Shit,” she whispered, sinking on the bed.
Last night she had moved into her new suite of rooms, adjoining both Cole and Deacon’s rooms. They had slept together last night, christening the room with more sex than she thought was possible.
Her body was insatiable when it came to those two. She flattened her hand on the pillow where Cole slept and rolled to Deacon’s side. She could still smell them on the pillows. They were her everything.
They would be humiliated if they discovered what she had done. They wouldn’t be able to forgive her. They would never look at her the same way.
Her eyes burned. The tears stung. She loved how they touched her. How they kissed her. How they worshipped her body. The idea that she could lose it because of her past, was suffocating. She fell to the bed as the sobs filled her lungs.
She couldn’t lose them. Not now. Not ever.
32
Abby
She awoke to Deacon nuzzled to her breast. Cole was pressed against her back. She opened her eyes. Deacon smiled.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“When did you two get home? I never heard you come in.”
They were naked. She felt the warmth of their skin under the covers.
Cole kissed her neck. “It was after midnight. You must have been exhausted.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized.
“We shouldn’t have both left you alone all night,” Deacon answered. “Someone should have been with you.”
“I thought we established I have some ind
ependence now,” she teased.
Deacon trailed a finger over her breast, coaxing her nipple to perk. She felt Cole’s hand round over her bottom, cupping her heat.
She groaned.
“Do you want that independence right now?” Deacon taunted. “Or do you want us to fuck you properly?”
She reached forward, clasping his solid cock in her hand. It dribbled with drops of dew on her fingertips. She sighed as Cole pressed his shaft between her legs.
“What do you want, Abby?” He nipped at her ear.
“I want you both right now,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me wait any more. I can’t take it if you tell me no.”
He growled. “I want to fuck your ass, baby. You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I want you inside me at the same time as Deacon. I have to know what it feels like.”
Deacon ran his fingers between her legs, massaging her folds. Her pried her slit wide, sliding a finger inside her. She whimpered. She loved how he made her juices flow for him. She rocked into his hand.
“He’s not gentle. One taste of your ass and he’s going to lose his mind,” he warned. “Let’s wait.”
The excitement and fear coursed through her. How could Cole be the wild one? She didn’t know if it was possible. But she trusted Deacon.