Page 44 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Mmm…” A sultry moan hummed inside her mouth the moment her lips touched mine. Her tongue demanded entry, and I gave her what she wanted. Kissing back with an equally raging desire, I lightly tangled my fingers in her messy bun.

"Well, someone's happy to see me." I smirked.

She scoffed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Maverick. I'm in love with your tongue."

"Are you sure it's just my tongue you are in love with?" I pressed, my arms snaking around her waist and my hands resting on her divine ass.

"Yes, Lorcan, he is the only one I’m intimately acquainted with, plus he delivered the performance of a lifetime."

"What about the drink he gave you?" I asked, guiding her hand from my bicep to my throbbing dick. “Was that not intimate enough? We know the damage he did down your throat."

A wicked smile curled the corner of her lips and I readied for her rebuttal or admittance about what happened the last time she was here.

"Not even close, Lorcan. Not. Even. Close."

I snickered, my warm breath stroking the shell of her ear. “Well, darlin’, I promise the moment I’m buried balls deep inside you, you will have a revelation. You’ll wonder how you ever lived without my cock. Your voice will be hoarse, begging me to fuck you harder till you come screaming my name."

"You…you’ll keep that promise?" Her lips trembled with need.

“On. My. Life.”

“Nngh…” Her throaty groan went straight to my cock, and he responded in a soldier’s salute.

"We only have to wait forty-eight hours, baby."

“That feels like an eternity! I'm dripping! I’m clenching my thighs so I don't jump you!"

“We are going to make it.” I chuckled. “I have little faith in our hard and wet members, but they seem well-behaved so far."

“Tell that to yourself.” Tristen groaned. She brushed her hand beneath my belt before moving over to the entryway table. In a single fluid gesture, she raised the whiskey glass and knocked it back in one gulp. "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

"It's a surprise. C'mon, we have a sunrise to catch."

I grabbed our luggage and called for the luxury car service to the airport. After seven hours of catching some ZZZs on the plane, we landed at a private airstrip in Switzerland. Yes, Switzerland, the place where she grew up. I didn’t know the last time she’d been here, but I hoped the gesture wouldn’t be lost on her.

My buddy Stefan was present to meet us. We’ve known each other since high school. When he approached me to check out his posh ski resort, I used the opportunity to plan a trip for Tristen.

He was also with the other guys. So everything that happened today would eventually make it to Brad, Ash, and Keaton. I'd rather it wouldn't, but Tris and I would be hot and trending regardless of what we did—the burden of being so charismatic and gorgeous.

Stefan engulfed me in a bear hug, lifting me off the ground effortlessly.

"Loki! Come here, you fucker. I missed you!" His loud, hoarse voice raked my eardrums.

"Stef! It's been a minute. How you doing, bro?"

"Fuck how I've been doing. Who's the sexy hottie with you?" he asked enthusiastically, jutting his chin toward Tris. The man was eyeing her like she was the first glass of water he’d seen after wandering the desert.

"Stefan, this is Tristen," I introduced.

“Hi Stefan, it's nice to meet you.”

She stretched her hand out to greet him. My eyes narrowed at Stefan like sharp blades—and the motherfucker kissed the back of her hand with a bow.

"Enchanté mademoiselle."

What a bastard.

I hated that he felt bold enough to try and charm her. But that was how the BREASTFRIENDS had always been. No girl was off limits to any one of us. But now, with Tristen, that free rein was a harsh leash on my balls. I wanted Stefan to back off.

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