other couch, Shannon and Katie-Anne reclined lazily with Jaycee between them. None of them were yawning, but they didn’t need to be. The exhaustion was set in the lines on their beautiful faces.
The only women who had looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed were the women who’d just left—Belle Kennington and Lainey Schilling. They didn’t appear to be tired in the least. But that could be because they hadn’t joined the party until later in the morning, and they’d left early. Although, they hadn’t been the only ones to ditch out on the party. Brooklyn Sokolov and Josie Martin had left hours ago to meet with some mysterious friends that they couldn’t and wouldn’t bail on.
Sighing sadly, Ella remembered the one person that hadn’t made it at all. Sarah. Since she’d gone to stay at The Edge in Kinky with Shane’s foster brother, Deke Andrews, and his long-time partner, Adam Stanton, Ella hadn’t seen her. Not even once. The two Doms were insanely protective of the woman who’d been abused and assaulted by a depraved ex-boyfriend who was still on the loose. So other than a measly call on occasion, Ella rarely spoke to Sarah anymore.
Katie-Anne sighed unexpectedly, and all of the women’s eyes darted to her as though she might be going into labor at any minute.
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“Hey, you guys need to calm down,” Katie-Anne said. “I swear you’re as bad as Shane and Landon. I can’t even breathe without them crowding me.” She frowned. “I was just thinking that I wished Sarah was here.”
“Me, too,” Jaycee said. “I miss her.”
“Me three,” Shannon added. “How is she doing anyway, Katie-Anne?”
Tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear, Katie-Anne sighed.
“She says she’s all better. I say she’s full of shit. And both Deke and Adam agree with me.”
No one seemed to know what to say in response to Katie-Anne’s assessment. Luckily, a delicious man appeared in the doorway and distracted them all.
“Micah,” Ella breathed, unable to keep the throaty quality from her voice. Whenever her best friend came within five feet of her, she couldn’t control herself in any way, shape, or form. And that included her lusty-sounding voice.
The man she’d lived with for nearly four years had the power to push her into a mind-numbing world where the only thing that existed was him and her. And Caedon—if he’d actually stuck around.
God, why did I have to go there? When she was looking at the muscular man in front of her, she shouldn’t think about Caedon or his heart-stopping smile. She shouldn’t think of his rock-hard body and his disheveled blond hair. But most importantly, she should not think about the cocky attitude he exuded that made her pussy pulse wildly.
Shit, who the hell was she kidding? She shouldn’t think about Micah that way, either. No, she shouldn’t think about his dreamy blue eyes and his beautiful soul. Nor should she think of playing with his thick, gorgeous brown hair or caressing his strong jaw as the sexy scruff tickled her palm. And she definitely shouldn’t think of all the delicious ways she could get rid of the serious expression he kept on Three Rings and a Rose
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his face most of the time. No, no, no . She shouldn’t allow her dirty mind to go there at all—with either man.
But Ella’s double-crossing body refused to listen to her thoughts.
Instead, her pussy moistened as she ogled her best friend, her loving eyes admiring his body as they scanned over the naughty bits and the not-so-naughty bits of him.
Recalling where she was and what she was doing, she realized she probably looked foolish, openly gawking and drooling over her best friend. My very gay best friend. You know, the one who isn’t in love with you. The same one who is in love with your ex-lover,