Page 70 of Scars Run Deep

Our eyes locked as he made me taste my ass and clean him.

“Keep that mouth open wide, my good little slut,” he snarled.

He released our cocks, then scooped up the cum and shoveled it into my mouth, sliding it along my tongue, then gathering more and shoving his fingers down my throat. I choked and spluttered as he forced me to swallow it all down.

When he pulled them free, I sank against the side of his car, panting and trying to come down from the fucked-up high.

“Jeez, Ash,” I breathed. “Feel better?”

“It took the edge off,” he said, smiling at me, looking almost as blissed-out as I felt. He patted my cheek. “Very good.”

My phone buzzed, followed by his.

While he was busy tucking himself back into his pants, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled my phone out.

There was a text from Aurora in the Group Messenger.

Aurora: Get your sweet asses out back. Patio table by the pool.

Before I could respond, another message came in.

Jonah: And wash-up beforehand. That’s mostly for you, Kill. Riding on the mud-slicked roads. Don’t bring that shit to the dinner table.

I looked down at myself, my cock hanging out of my pants that were around my thighs. Lower, to the legs of the leathers and, yeah, there was a whole lot of mud there.

Killian: Got it. Just gonna clean up. Ash will be along in a moment.

I stowed my phone away, then told Asher, “The group text. Dinner’s ready. It’s out by the pool.”

“All right,” he said, then gestured at me slumped against his car. “You need help?”

“No. Just a moment, then I’ll go clean up.”

He came to me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered at my ear.

Startled, all I could do was watch as he then turned and headed into the house through the connecting garage door.

It took me a good few moments of staring after him before I was actually able to move.

Well, I certainly hadn’t expected any of that.

With Ash in that kind of mood, it was really fucking likely that what had just gone down would only be the tip of the iceberg.

We were in for one hell of an evening.

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~Aurora~

They looked stunned.

The three of them stood on the expansive patio staring at the table just a few feet from the poolside.

“Well, go on,” I called to them as I emerged from changing out of my stained clothes caused by a couple of minor cooking mishaps, and made my way over to them.

They all spun at the sound of my voice and in the next moment, my cheeks were heating—along with my blood—as they devoured me with their eyes. My white-blonde hair was down and cascading about my face in loose curls. I was wearing the same black lace strappy dress I’d worn to the Blowout, along with my knee-high leather boots.

Jonah wolf-whistled. “Damn, baby. That brings back hot-as-fuck memories.”

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