Sated by Charity Parkerson

must’ve shown on her face because Killian chuckled. He gave his knee a pat.
    “Come here, baby. I want to hold you.” Nothing could’ve gotten her feet moving any faster. Curling up in his lap, she tucked her head beneath his chin. As Killian wrapped his arms around her, she pressed even closer, hoping to hear his heart beating against her ear. She loved the sound. For all his exotic looks and wildly inappropriate words, Killian was steady as a rock. It was comforting.
    Lyric grabbed the ottoman, carrying it with him as he crossed the room. Setting it between Killian’s knees, he sat down, facing them. As Lyric’s palms slid up Killian’s outer thighs, reaching for Arbor, Killian’s cock hardened beneath her ass. Damn. The three of them together were like a smoldering flame always on the verge of becoming an inferno. Her breathing had already turned heavy. She cast a nervous glance in Trey’s direction. It wasn’t like Killian to let him stay for such a private moment.
    Trey was openly watching them. She wasn’t surprised. What did astound her was the way her heart sped up at the look on his face. Every line had hardened, turning sharp. She’d only meant to ensure he wasn’t staring. Now that she knew he was, she couldn’t look away.
    “Arbor.”
    Lyric pulled her attention his way. As always, he pitched his voice low. It was powerful in its softness. Lyric had a way of using his tone alone to seduce her. Using only his voice, he could make her feel as if nothing was more important than her, even when he was touching Killian.
    “We’re going on tour soon. This can’t continue.” With her mind fogged by alcohol and lust, she couldn’t grasp his words the way she should.
    “What?”
    “If we don’t clear the air now, this is going to explode the moment we’re under an ounce of stress.”
    Killian’s knuckles ran down her arm as if comforting her against whatever Lyric was trying to tell her. A hint of panic wormed its way into her heart. Lyric was always serious, but this was different.
    “I don’t understand,” Arbor said, choosing to go with the truth.
    “You know I would never do anything to disrespect you, right?”
    She didn’t as much as hesitate. “Of course.”
    “I would hate myself if you ever felt like I was putting you in a position that made you feel as if you’re anything less than my whole fucking world.”
    “You belong to us,” Killian said, adding his thoughts, even as Lyric continued.
    “I don’t give a shit what anyone outside this room thinks, but we need to clear the air in here.”
    The vise clamping down on her throat eased enough for her to force a single word out. “Okay.” She wasn’t going to be sick. Maybe.
    Lyric glanced over his shoulder. “Trey.”
    Fuck. She’d forgotten there was a witness. His arms were crossed over his chest. The muscles flexing his forearms and ticking in his jaw made her wonder if he was getting ready to explode or attempting to keep himself from doing so.
    “Yep.” The one word sounded so tight, Arbor couldn’t look away. He was going to spring. She just knew it. The only thing she couldn’t decide was if he was going to rush from the room or beat someone’s ass.
    “When I hired you, what did I tell you would be your one and only priority?”
    Trey’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Protect Arbor.”
    Damn. She wondered if she was really about to see it happen. It was hypnotizing. She’d never seen anyone look as deadly as he did.
    Lyric either didn’t see what she did, or he wasn’t intimidated, because he kept the questions rolling. “And when we’re out on tour?”
    “Protect Arbor.”
    “And if the worst should happen?”
    “Bring her straight to you, so you can take care of her.”
    Lyric turned back to Arbor. His eyes never left her face as he asked his next question. “When Killian explained why you were needed for this position, what did he say?”
    Trey’s mouth lifted in one corner. His jaw stopped ticking.