Chapter One Hundred and Nine
I stopped in front of the footboard, looking at both Adam and Spencer. They were a beautiful contrast against each other. Spencer, with his broad shoulders and tattooed chest and arms. His pale blond hair glistened in the soft lights of the room. Adam was dark and taciturn; his body was slimmer, more like a dancer. Wiry and muscular, but heartbreakingly beautiful.
Spencer stroked his hands up Adam's shoulders, and Adam leaned his back against my mate's chest.
"How do you feel, my love?"
"Good." I whispered, feeling my cheeks warm with a blush. What was I supposed to say to him about how I felt after watching the two of them together? After having both of them watch me with my fingers buried in my p***y, coming to the sight of them.
Couldn't he see the way
