Page 154 of The Heat of Us

Ben was driving us home and I was pressed between Remy and Aleks in the backseat. They each had a hand on my leg and I really wanted to get to the part where they drifted a little higher.

“Do you think we should look for a bigger pack size apartment?” I piped up. “But I mean, you guys are in my nest every night anyway so it’s not like we need a bunch of extra bedrooms.”

Fingers dug into my thighs. Ben exhaled shakily.

“What is it?” I asked innocently. “Or maybe we can discuss a joint pack account? Updating our emergency contacts?”

“We fucking told you, didn’t we?” Remy looked to be on the verge of snapping. “That she’s been saying supportive wonderful things and giving us boners?”

I watched Ben’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. “I know but hearing it is like…on another level,” he said, sounding pained.

“We can keep my apartment but why don’t we paint it? And get some new furniture?” I continued brightly. “Really make it ours.”

Aleks stared furiously out the window. His faint freshwater scent turned positively glacial.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait till we get home.”

The crack of his resolve was so exquisite as he pulled my head roughly towards his and devoured my mouth. My tongue reached out to taste him and I moaned as he met me greedily, the both of us sinking deeper in the kiss. I tangled his curls in my fist and he traced the hollow of my throat with his thumb.

I jumped as Remy’s hand slid under my waistband. He covered my pussy with his hand and pressed my panties against me, soaking the fabric instantly.

“What have we here?” he asked mildly.

“On me, Hazel,” Aleks said against my lips. Not as rebuke but a challenge. Try to focus while Remy is making you a needy mess.

Remy lightly explored the soft shape of me, up around the swollen hood of my clit and down around my entrance. The cotton dulled the sensations and I pushed my hips against him, craving more. He swiped a circle — just like I liked — over my clit and a little sigh slipped out.

“Eyes on the road, Ben,” Remy scolded as he began to nip and suck at my neck.

“Fuck,” Ben grunted, taking his eyes off the rearview mirror.

“I have a suggestion, Remy,” Aleks murmured between kisses.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Remy’s finger slipped beneath my panties and grazed my damp slit for the first time. Yes. Touch me, fuck me, make me come.

“How about we edge her the whole way home?”

Remy’s hand stilled, just before he reached my clit.

I whined immediately. “Aleks! That’s so mean!” I turned to Remy hoping for an ally. “Remy, please, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m surprised, Aleks,” Remy said casually, completely ignoring my protests. “I thought you liked the opposite of that.”

So fucking rude to remind me of all the times and all the ways Aleks had made me come.

“I do.” His hand massaged up and down my thigh. “But just think about how hard she’s going to finally come when we get her into her freshly clean nest.” I felt his breath ghost along my neck, the timbre of his voice deepening. “Maybe she’ll squirt all over it for us and really make it feel like home.”

My heart fluttered wildly, my breathing growing thin.

“Do it,” Ben cut in.

Remy and Aleks both turned to me. Twin smiles of pure wickedness. “Gotta listen to our prime.” Aleks shrugged.

“Absolutely,” Remy agreed.

“I hate you all,” I complained.

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