Page 66 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“Yeah,” Vin answers, but his voice cracks and he coughs through it. It jars him inside me and my eyes roll.

Trick tilts his head to the side and purses his lips.

“I’m gonna grab a snack,” he says.

He disappears, and Vin and I separate. What we do now is anyone’s guess. Our clothes are in a pile on the floor in front of the couch.

Vin delivers that mischievous grin and flips me around so I’m lying on top of him. He positions my knee over his hips and slips easily inside me.

“Think we can keep it quiet until he passes out? He’s not far off,” he whispers.

“What happened to not committing sex acts—”

Trick returns to the room with a small plate of cookies and a bottle of water. He plops onto the short side of the L-shaped couch not far from our heads.

Vin holds me tight against his chest with his arms around me.

“Oh, this is a good movie,” Trick comments. “Solid choice.”

“Thanks, it was mine,” I reply.

“She wanted to watch Mean Girls,” Vin says to hide my reaction when he withdraws ever so slightly and thrusts into me.

“Traitor,” I mutter too forcefully. “I picked In Plain Sight too.”

The guys make eye contact, but if something’s been conveyed, they don’t show it.

Vin just smiles lazily.

Trick nods tiredly.

And we watch the movie.

Vin continues to torture me, only this time there is no escape. Trick is there, so we can’t leave, but we also can’t make anything real of what he’s doing. Either option gives the game away.

Vin kisses my forehead, and Trick munches my fresh cookies.

The climax of the movie begins, but Trick doesn’t seem tired at all. He’s thoroughly energized now. His muscles tense and he grips his ankle where he’s crossed it over his other knee.

“Is this what you’re doing all night?” Trick asks.

I squeeze Vin again.

“Planning to,” he replies.

And then this asshole has the nerve to snake a hand down, grip my backside, and run his finger along the space between where he’s inside me and up around. The tip of his finger spears into my ass.

My squeak is too loud not to be noticeable. He holds me in place, but it does nothing to control my frantic breathing while he toys with my other hole.

I am going to kill him slowly, in his sleep.

No, I’m shaving him bald. That’s probably worse to him.

“You’re not playing fair,” I mutter as softly as I can.

Vin chuckles this gentle, rumbling sound that’s almost a purr.

“Never said I was playing at all, Izzy,” he replies.

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