Page 108 of Mark & Don't Tell

“Daria,” Letti says with a gasp. “Don’t let him get to you. Lincoln has a way of bringing out the worst in everyone.”

“Is that Lincoln and Kai?” Alma calls from the living room.

“Excuse me, Elenor.” Lincoln pretends to tip a hat in my direction before heading to greet her.

“Lovely to see you, Daria.” Kai is careful not to touch me as he passes.

Letti gives Vic a look. “Are you three going to be trouble tonight?”

Vic smirks at her. “We’d never dream of it.”

“Uh-huh. Daria es familia. No la molestes,” she scolds before grinning at me and heading to the stove.

My cheeks are bright red, and once she’s out of earshot, I turn on Vic. “Did she tell you not to molest me?” I whisper shout.

He bursts out laughing. “No, la molestes means don’t bug her.”

“Oh,” I say with a chuckle. “Well, let me just put it out there that you’re more than welcome to bug me when we get home.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs and brushes past me. “Cómo estás, Mamá?”

I take a breath and pray that I’ll survive this dinner. It’s hard to resist the hold they have over me, and I’m worried Letti and my dads will see too much. It wouldn’t be the worst thing for them to find out, but I’d like a little more time to prepare.

While lively, dinner, for the most part, was uneventful. My body is buzzing from sitting between Kai and Linc and not being able to touch them. I say goodbye to my dads, Letti, and Alma, kissing them on the cheeks, then wave at the guys, who are also getting ready to head out.

I feel pretty silly pretending like I’m leaving, but if we all walk out together, Letti and my dads might follow, and they’d see that my car isn’t here. So, while the guys distract them, I slip out of the house and rush to the truck, wrenching open the door and tucking myself out of sight in the back.

Ten minutes later, the guys emerge, and to my relief, no one follows them outside. They climb into the car, Vic driving, Kai in the passenger seat, and Linc in the back with me.

“That was torture,” I tell them as Vic backs out.

“You thought that was torture? Try sitting next to you and smelling your need.” Linc’s hand falls on my leg, and he squeezes.

“Do you think they noticed?

“Nah,” he says. “We only know because we’ve had the pleasure of tasting you. Are you wet for us already, bunny?”

“Yes,” I confess as his palm grazes up my leg and his knuckles brush over my center. “I want all three of you to fuck me.”

The truck swerves slightly, and Vic curses.

Kai chuckles. “You can have whatever you want, but maybe we wait until we get home, so Vic doesn’t crash.”

The twenty-minute drive home is tense. Lincoln teases me the entire way, occasionally pressing against my aching clit before retreating. By the time Vic parks in the garage, I’m practically whining for dick.

There are worse things to beg for.

We’re out of the car and inside the house in record time. Clothes fall to the floor, and we barely make it to Kai’s bedroom before I pounce. Kai catches me, and I wrap my legs around him, pussy pressing against his abs and tits smashed against his chest. He captures my mouth and carries me to the bed.

My back hits the mattress, and he breaks the kiss, kissing down my torso and zeroing in on my cunt. His tongue lashes at my clit right as Vic and Lincoln descend on my nipples, each taking one.

“Yes,” I rasp, reaching between their legs and stroking their cocks. Vic’s is a little longer, and Linc’s is a little thicker, but they’re equally hard and ready. Kai runs his tongue from my center and up to my clit again and again, and I rock my hips in time with his mouth, gasping when Vic bites down on my nipple. I buck and my fingers flex on their dicks.

“Fuck,” Lincoln grunts against my breast.

As much as I love the foreplay...“I want you inside of me,” I demand as Kai’s tongue abuses my clit. “Please.”

He hums against my cunt and sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth.

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