Page 91 of These Pucking Boys

Jake and Lachy sit on either side of me, and Ryan, being the last to arrive, sits on the floor right in front of me. Now I’m surrounded by them, and it feels intimate and cozy like we’ve been doing this for years. The feeling is completely foreign to me. I thought I had that with Bill, but experiencing the real deal for the first time, I understand now that I’d been projecting.

Now would be a good time to ask what exactly we’re doing, but fear makes me tongue-tied. I take a bite of the cake instead… and moan out loud.

Ryan looks at me. “Is that your seal of approval?”

I cover my half-full mouth so I can reply. “Are you kidding me? This is delicious. The best tres leches cake I’ve ever eaten.”

He puffs up his chest and smiles proudly. “Thank you, Peaches.”

I forget the boys for a moment and focus solely on the cake. It gets better with every bite. The sweetness is just enough, and combined with the moisture and the hint of coconut on my tongue, it’s divine. Ryan was right, I could lick the plate.

When I look up, I find all of them staring. “What?”

“You really like cake.” Jake laughs.

I notice none of them have touched theirs. In the end, I did stuff my face in front of them. My cheeks are so hot, I need to put ice on them. “Not fair. You just sat there and watched me eat.”

“Och, and what sight it was, lass.” Lachy reaches toward my face. “You have a little bit here.” He wipes cake from the corner of my mouth, which should embarrass me more, but his blue eyes are pure fire, and all I can think about is the need to eat more cake, but off his body.

I grab his wrist and suck his thumb into my mouth. My plate disappears from my lap, and then Ryan’s hands are on my thighs. Damn it. Why the hell didn’t I change out of my jeans? Jake pushes my hair to the side and licks my neck. Goose bumps form everywhere.

I release Lachy’s thumb and turn my face toward Jake. His mouth finds mine in an instant, and his tongue is hungry, as if I’m the dessert.

He pulls back, but his gaze remains glued to my lips. Lachy won’t be denied though. He pinches my chin and turns me toward him so he can savor me too. Meanwhile, Ryan runs his fingers up my thigh and under my shirt. I’m still kissing Lachy when Ryan licks my stomach.

Breathing becomes difficult, all thanks to the way my heart is beating at a hundred miles per hour.

Lachy leans back and caresses the swell of my breasts with a feather-like touch. “Your shirt is lovely, lass, but your tits are better.”

I sigh. “I know.”

“Let’s see them. I’m having withdrawals.” Ryan unhooks every snap on the front, then parts the fabric. At least my top was a good choice.

“I know how I want to eat my dessert.” Lachy breaks off a piece of the cake and smears it over my right breast.

The coldness makes my nipple as hard as a pebble. I gasp when he eats the cake off me. Ryan does the same, and now both are licking my breasts. I throw my head back, arching my neck, then Jake smears his cake over the sensitive skin. When all the cake is gone from me, they ease back.

“We need to get you out of your clothes, Peaches,” Ryan says in a husky tone.

“Agreed.”

I jump to my feet and shrug off my top, which was still hanging around my arms, and then unbutton my jeans. Ryan removes my shoes one by one, then peels my jeans off, along with my underwear. He looks up. “So stunning.”

Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair. I should say something, but I can’t find the words.

Jake runs his fingers across the base of my spine. “She is stunning. A masterpiece.”

“You didn’t finish your dessert yet,” I reply.

God, why can’t I say something sexy for a change?

Lachy grins. “No, we didn’t.”

He exchanges glances with Ryan and Jake, and it’s like they share a secret message. My stomach coils in anticipation. Suddenly, Ryan bends his knee and lifts me in his arms.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Like you said, we didn’t finish our dessert yet.” He walks to the dining room, followed by Jake and Lachy.

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