Page 43 of Fletch

“I was sixteen, and Fletch was twenty.”

Nyx’s brows shoot up. “Damn, brother, she was barely legal.” I don’t smile as they both laugh. Instead, I knock my drink back. “Next, you’ll tell me you were a virgin,” he adds, and Gemma presses her lips into a fine line, her cheeks pinking slightly. “Fuckkkk, you lucky son of a bitch.”

“Is this all necessary?” I snap, unable to hold it in. “This getting to know us part?”

Nyx smirks, settling back in his chair and eyeing me for a minute. “You wanna step out, bro? Talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” asks Gemma.

“No, I don’t. Change the fucking subject,” I mutter, grabbing the bottle of sours from him and taking a swig.

“Easy, tiger, you’ll not be able to perform for the lady if you carry on,” he teases, and I slam the bottle down. He grins. “You want me to speak to the Pres and explain the situation has changed?”

“Am I missing something?” asks Gemma.

I stare at her as she waits for me to answer. Then, without thinking, I take a handful of her hair and tip her head back slightly, kissing her hard. When I pull back, there’s heat in her eyes and she’s breathless. “What was that for?” she whispers.

“Being so fucking hot,” I tell her, taking another drink.

Nyx stands. “I’ll be at the bar.”

“What’s going on between you?” asks Gemma.

I sigh. “Long story.”

“I got the impression you were friends, but that didn’t seem friendly.”

“Remember when I said I’ve had threesomes?” She nods, and then it dawns on her and her mouth falls open slightly.

“Oh, with Nyx?”

“Sometimes, yeah, and I think he thought he’d try his luck with you.”

Her cheeks burn brighter as she glances back towards the bar, where Nyx is in a deep conversation with Grizz. I’m sure the fucker is telling him I’m about to pull the agreement, but like fuck I am. “Doesn’t it get weird?” she asks, her voice quieter.

“Me and Nyx?” I shake my head. “Nah. He stays at his end, and I stay at mine.” I laugh for extra measure, trying to relax her and show it’s no big deal. “Now, finish your drink. We’re done here.”

We get back to Gemma’s, and I linger in the doorway. “Is lover boy likely to return?” I ask.

“Are you scared?” she teases.

I smirk. “Nope, but if I hit him, are you gonna arrest me?”

She laughs as I follow her inside. “Yes.”

“You got any cuffs laying around?” I ask casually, and she looks back over her shoulder at me. “Hey, don’t judge. Having you cuff me before was hot. I’ve relieved myself more than once thinking about it.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be hot.”

“Well, if you were going for scary, you failed,” I tell her, rushing her until she’s pressed against the back of the couch. My hand trails across her stomach and under her top, tugging her bra down and cupping her breast. “Now, tell me where you keep those cuffs.”

“Bag,” she whispers, kicking a large black bag at side of the couch. I reach into it, not bothering to release her. When I pull out everything but the cuffs, I tip it up, emptying the contents to the floor. There’s a brown file amongst the debris, and I push it out of view and under the couch before taking the cuffs. “Now, Officer Stone, you have the right to remain silent,” I tell her while slipping the first cuff around her wrist. “Anything you do say, may be given in evidence.” I secure the other cuff and pull her arms up her back until she gasps. “The things I could do right now, while you’re defenceless and at my mercy . . .” I lift her top and unclip the front fastening on her bra. I pinch her nipples, and she shudders, pushing her backside against my semi-erect cock. “Now, get on your fucking knees,” I hiss in her ear.

She does it without question, turning and dropping down in front of me as I release my erection. “Open,” I order. She does, and I force my cock into her mouth, tipping her head back and groaning in pleasure as the warmth of her throat closes up at the intrusion. And just when I’m close to coming, I haul her up and push her over the couch so her backside is up in the air. I bury myself inside her, lost in the sensation of her.

“Condom,” she pants, using her legs to try and kick me away.

I smirk, pulling her back to her knees, “I ain’t coming inside you, Snap,” I pant, pressing my wet cock to her lips. She takes me, sucking me clean and draining me dry.

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