Chapter 33
jeremy
It had been a long fucking time since I’d fucked Luna with Dirks.
I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t mess with my head a little. They’d been together for months before I showed up again, and this gnawing part of me kept whispering that maybe I didn’t fit anymore. Maybe I’d be the third wheel in a dynamic that had already found its rhythm.
Would it be awkward? Would I hesitate?
Would she want me the way she used to?
But then she moaned.
With my hand at her throat, I brushed my thumb over her pulse, and her eyes fluttered shut like she’d been waiting for that exact moment since the second she walked outside.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” I murmured, lips brushing her ear.
She smiled against my cheek. “You love it.”
“I tolerate it.”
Dirks laughed low across the tub. “He lives for it.”
Luna’s body rocked forward, ass settling right against my cock, and I swore under my breath. Her pussy was grinding on me through barely-there fabric like she didn’t give a single shit who was watching.
Which—good. Because I’d stopped giving a fuck, too.
Her tits were pressed to my chest, that mouth of hers open like she was waiting to be kissed, or bitten, or both.
I looked at Dirks. He’d moved closer. Eyes locked on us, hard as hell under the water, hand flexing on the edge of the tub like he was holding himself back long enough for me to make the next move.
“It’s too hot out here,” I said, slouching back against the side of the tub, water still sloshing around my chest. “Show me inside. I want to cuddle.”
Luna raised a brow. “Cuddle?”
“Yes. Naked. With my dick inside you. That kind of cuddle.”
Dirks snorted and nodded like it was the most reasonable thing he’d heard all night. He climbed out of the tub, water dripping off his lean body, and immediately reached for a towel to hand to Luna, all gentlemanly.
She laughed. “No, I don’t need that.”
Right there in front of both of us, she stood and tugged at the string on her bikini bottoms. She held her hand over the side and let them drop to the deck. Her top followed, and her ass jiggled as she stepped out of the hot tub, unbothered and fully naked under the moonlight.
“I needed to take this off,” she giggled, shooting us a wink before casually strolling inside.
I groaned and threw my hands over my face, trying to burn the sight of that bouncing, perfect fucking ass into the inside of my skull.
I looked at Dirks and pointed, laughing like an asshole. “Mr. Dingles is hard.”
He cupped himself with both hands. “Fuck off, man.”
“You named it.” I reminded him.
He scowled. “I was nineteen.”
“And you never grew out of it. Sad.” I tossed him a towel. “Come on, lover boy.”
I grabbed one for myself and stood, peeling off my wet boxers and tossing them aside without a second thought. I wasn't gonna need those anyway, but as I dried off and followed the trail of water she’d left behind, my chest started pounding a little too hard.
Get your shit together, I muttered in my head. You’re not a fucking pussy. It’s Luna. And Dirks. You’ve done this before. Hell, you used to lead this. You used to make them both fall apart with one word. This isn’t new.
But it was.
Things had shifted. Time had passed. Feelings had evolved. If I fucked this up—if I hesitated, if I let my own shit get in the way—it wouldn’t just be one night we lost. It could be everything for me.
I climbed the stairs to the loft, breath caught halfway in my throat.
There she was—standing beside the bed, completely naked, legs slightly parted, nipples tight from the breeze… and a black fucking collar hanging from her fingers.
“You still want to cuddle, Sir?”
Every single doubt I had? Gone.
I stepped into the room, eyes locked on hers. “On your knees.”