Queen of Vengeance: A Brighton High School Reunion by Poppy Jacobson

Author:Poppy Jacobson [Jacobson, Poppy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

15

LUKE

Graham’s hand on my back interrupted my spiral of self-recrimination. “Dinner’s waiting,” he murmured.

Morgan looked up with red-rimmed eyes. “Sorry.”

Graham looked her up and down, his lips tilted up into a half-smile.

The watery grin she gave him took my breath away. “Yeah, I know, stop apologizing.”

He kissed each of us on the forehead. “Come eat.”

I exhaled sharply, not ready to let go of the woman in my arms. “Baby, will you let us take care of you this evening?”

Her eyebrow quirked up in amusement. “That depends on what ‘take care of me’ means.”

“Come ‘ere.” I dragged her over to the couch and settled her on my thigh, her legs dangling between mine. “Hands on your knees.”

Graham’s smile was wicked as he made two heaping plates of Thai food and walked over to the couch, sitting beside me.

He stabbed a fork into his plate, then offered it to her.

“I can feed myself,” she said, her face reflecting the indignation in her voice.

“Let us care for you tonight, angel,” Graham rasped.

Not for the first time, I wished I could see what was going on inside of her head.

Instead of answering, Morgan opened her mouth and accepted the bite of spicy chicken and rice. Pressure built in my chest, hot and tight, to see two people I cared about so fucking much, being so careful with one another. I leaned forward to snag a spring roll off the plate and offered it to her.

Tentatively, she opened her lips and took a bite. “This is ridiculous,” she said once she finished chewing. “I’m not a two-year-old.”

Graham scooted closer, one of his knees pressing hard into mine. “You’re not.” His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her t-shirt and her tight jeans, darkening with need. “You’re definitely not. This is…” he trailed off, and I wondered whether he was going to explain to her exactly what he liked to do to his partners in bed.

“Caring for a partner is intimate. It can be erotic, but it doesn’t have to be. Think of it as a way to get more comfortable with one another, build those bonds of trust outside of the bedroom.”

Graham wouldn’t meet my eyes as he dissembled. Caring for his partners was as much a part of him as anything he did in the bedroom, and seeing Morgan’s unease, her misery, was killing him.

The gears turned in Morgan’s head. When would she realize we didn’t intend to actually ever let her go again? When would Graham?

He held up another forkful of food, and between the two of us, we slowly fed her, ourselves, and each other. When a drop of sauce dripped down her chest, Graham leaned forward, holding her eyes, and licked it off her skin. Her breathy moan went straight to my cock. It didn’t have to be erotic, my ass.

Morgan finished long before Graham and I did, drowsily snuggling into my chest as he and I ate. Graham liked to say he was terrible with people, but I’d never met anyone as good at figuring out what people needed when it came to sex.

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