“He's dead.”
I looked up, my eyes bouncing back and forth between the two people I cared for most in the world.
The words, when they came, were nothing more than a whisper. “What did you say?”
Red took one of my hands and laced her fingers between mine. Her hand was small, warm, and perfect and I realized at that moment, I'd never held hands with anyone before. I swallowed roughly as I also realized that I liked it. I never wanted to release her hand.
“Kai killed your father,” Fischer told me, and I reached for his hand too. So different, my two loves. Where her hand was dainty and feminine, Fischer's was nearly as large as my own, but it felt just as nice.
“Say something,” Red said softly, still naked as the day she was born.
“He promised me he would,” I told them. When neither spoke, I continued. “When we were kids, the night of K's first shift, actually... He promised me that one day he'd do it.” I saw Saige give Fischer an uneasy look, and I shook my head. “I think I'm numb right now? I've never felt like this before. I'm glad he's dead. He deserved worse than whatever he got. Even if it was the worst death a person could get... He. Deserved. Worse.”
“It’s okay to feel numb. You've just been through a traumatic event,” Fish rationalized. Maybe I was in shock of some sort.
“We love you,” Red said firmly, drawing my attention back to her pretty face.
My thumbs traced their hands slowly. “I don't know what's real. This could be a trick, too,” I commented, my voice sounding almost robotic.
Saige scooted closer, and before I knew it, she'd pulled her hand from mine and straddled my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Feel me, my love. Feel how real I am,” she murmured against my throat, and I groaned when her pert nipples brushed my chest. Fischer’s hand left mine, in favor of trailing down my arm.
I let my hand glide up Saige’s spine to the back of her neck, before tugging her closer so that our mouths pressed together. I released a deep groan into her mouth that I swear must've originated in my balls.
A large hand ran through my hair and I smiled against my woman's mouth, knowing that Fischer was there, very much a part of us.
“Do you believe that we're real now?” he asked, his voice deep and seductive. Gods, it had been too long since I'd heard him use that voice on me. My cock twitched, brushing against Saige's core.
“I think he's starting to.” My girl grinned up at Fischer, a beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks.
“Hmm,” Fischer hummed. “We probably should convince him further, don't you think, sweetheart?” He reached out and traced his thumb over Saige's lips before leaning in and giving her a thorough kiss. By the fuckin' moon, I hadn't experienced the both of them like this since the time we'd messed around in her garden. That felt like a lifetime ago.
“Are you two trying to take the lead here?” I lifted a brow at the two sexy creatures before me.
Fischer chuckled. “I forgot, you've been here for a little while. There are some things that you aren't aware of. Since freeing myself of Faris, there are new things I like to... partake in,” he explained vaguely, and I was suddenly desperate to know more. I was thirsty for any information about their lives since I'd been gone. Hell, evenbeforeI was gone, if I counted all the ways I'd been such a dumb shit.
Red reached for Fischer, sliding his tactical vest off his shoulders. Their mouths met and I greedily watched the glimpses of their tongues brushing. My hand reached out for the hem of Fish's shirt, helping Red pull it up and over his head. I sucked in a breath when I saw his chest tattoo, one I had seen hundreds of times. The dragon wings... my dragon wings.
“Holy shit,” Saige breathed, both of us running our fingertips over the intricate artwork. “It's you, Sloane.”
My gaze lifted to my man, my anchor. The person who had shown me compassion and love, despite my sexual preferences and winning personality.
“It's always been you,” he declared. If the blood in my body ran hot on a normal day, it was absolutely boiling now. Red's hands ran over Fischer and I as we pressed our foreheads together. “Master…”
“No,” I rasped. He jerked back, looking at me in confusion. “I don't—I don't want you to call me that anymore. It's not us. Not anymore.”
Fischer blinked a few times before opening his mouth. “I called you that because that's what you were. Not in a degrading way for me, but when I was so out of control and spiraling, you were the master of my emotions. But if you don't want that any longer, I understand.”
I swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat. “It's not that. I just feel like those names we had for each other—that relationship we used to have—that isn't what we have now. I want to be with you. I want a real relationship with both of you.” I sighed, trying my best to explain what I felt. It wasn't easy. Feelings still made me shudder with apprehension.
“You want a clean slate.” Red brushed the loose hair out of my eyes, cupping my cheek with her palm.
“Yes.”
Fish gave a rare grin, pushing forward to lay me back on the ground. My eyes widened. This was so out of the norm for us. But I wanted it; I needed this experience. When his mouth met mine, I groaned. When Red's hand fisted my dick, I hissed out a breath, my hips already lifting in search of sweet friction.
“Get his cock nice and wet for me, sweetheart,” Fish directed Saige, helping her situate herself over my hips. At the first grind of her soaked cunt over my dick, I could've spurted like a fountain. She felt so gods damn good. Hot and slick, warm and fuckingmine.
“Stand up, Guppy. I wanna take your pants off,” Red said breathily, softly moaning when my hands landed on her hips and encouraged her to rub herself against me with more vigor. My boy stood, his eyes locked on our girl as he stepped over my waist to straddle me, standing directly in front of her.
