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    “Now, Kellen, I know you are the ruler of all, but I needed to get my stuff. I don’t see the problem here. I mean it’s not my fault they might be stalkerish.” She knew her face was a flaming red, and she cursed her light skin.
    “A man tends to get possessive of the woman he’s sleeping with, even if he’s sharing her with his brother.” Kellen gritted out between his teeth.
    Laikyn’s heart stopped. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    Kellen gripped her hair in the ponytail she’d pulled it up in, forcing her to stare up into his face. The anger reflecting in his would have scared her, if she didn’t know it was because he was jealous. “I know about the three of you.”
    She tried to shake her head, the slight sting to her scalp kept her still. “There was no three of us.” She held up her hand, pressing her palm against his full lips. “No, listen to me. They wanted to, but I was never interested.” Laikyn let him see and smell the truth of her words. His body moved closer, the air became thick with tension as he processed her words. She could see his mind was working.
    “You never fucked either man?” He tugged on the hair he held.
    Laikyn shook her head back and forth as much as his hold would allow, and licked her lips. “Never.”
    “Bodhi, take Syn down to the coffee shop in the lobby.” He turned his head, not releasing Laikyn as he spoke. “Don’t let her out of your sight, and stay inside. I need a few minutes alone with Lake.”
    She was sure Bodhi muttered something about needing more than a few, but her attention was centered on the man before her. His hard body pressed against hers made it impossible to miss the fact he was fully aroused, and knew he could smell her need.
    The soft sound of the door closing signaled a green light to Kellen, his head bending, taking her lips in a soul destroying kiss. She remembered the way his lips felt on hers from years ago. Her mouth opened for his tongue, loving his taste, the expert way he took over.
    “You make all my good intentions fly out the damn window, Mon Chaton.” He nipped at her bottom lip.
    Hearing him say kitten in his deep possessive drawl made her feel special. Over the years she’d made it a game to watch and listen to the women he’d bedded, and none had ever said he called them his anything. Babe, baby, doll, things that he would call any woman, but never anything possessive. Not like what he’d called her as he’d taken her virginity, and her heart. She gripped him tighter, rubbing against the large bulge behind his zipper. She knew she should push him away, tell him to go fuck himself. Laikyn had tried to erase the memory of his dismissal all those years ago. However, she couldn’t forget what it had been like to belong to Kellen, even for one night. Now, standing in his embrace, she’d gladly do it again if only for just one more day. Her pride be damned.
    One of his hands found its way between their bodies, massaging first one breast then the next. She arched into the caress, needing more. Kellen chuckled against her lips. His mouth moving down her neck, fingers splaying on her back with one hand while the other gripped the hardened nipple and pinched. Hard. She cried out, holding onto his shoulders, bolts of pleasure zipped straight to the heart in a shocking wave.
    “So responsive. You were the best lover I’ve ever had. I dream of you,” Kellen whispered against her throat, his teeth scraped against the tendon.
    Laikyn wanted to feel his teeth sink into her there. “You’re all I dream about. Nobody ever measures up to you,” she admitted.
    The fingers holding her nipple contracted, the pleasure bordered on pain and then he switched to the other, repeating the motion. Laikyn thought she’d come from just that, until he whipped the tank top off, leaving her in a satin bra.
    His fingers unclasped the front closure, cool air hitting overheated flesh. She tried to remove his T-shirt, but