Page 46 of Chaos Luck Wrath

He grinned at her stubbornness and cut her words off, “Don’t make me ask twice, Layney.” Joey pulled her up onto her feet, tugging her up against him.

Layne dragged her teeth over her bottom lip as she rested her hands on top of his chest. “But it’s fun when I do.”

His hands slid down her lower back and came to rest on her ass. Joey filled both of his hands with the full curves of her backside. “Get this ass inside and start getting ready before I make us both late to the party.”

He looked down at his watch on his wrist. What the hell was taking her so long? Joey had been waiting out front of O’Reilly Manor for what felt like hours but had been more like fifteen minutes.

The front door opened and Joey’s cock hardened the second he laid eyes on Layne.

One dainty little foot after the other stepped over the threshold of the front door onto the front stoop. Her strappy black heels wrapped around her feet and crisscrossed several times over each ankle. Much to the delight of his dick, the rest of her lean legs were left bare.

Layne may have thought the stab wound on her thigh was an eyesore, but it didn’t deter him from wanting to kiss and worship every part of her—scars included. The short length of the tight crimson dress had the smallest ruffle at the bottom hem that added an extra feminine flare to the style. It made him want to immediately plunge himself between her thighs.

He had known the outfit would be absolute perfection on her body when he had chosen it, but seeing it on her surpassed his wildest dreams. It adhered to every curve and line of her slender physique. The thin straps looked like he would be able to break them easily with just one pluck of his finger.

Layne’s waterfall of chestnut locks of hair naturally hung down around her bare shoulders with a loose mohawk-style French braid down the center of her head.

The Challenger was already running in anticipation of getting them both to Cassidy’s Chains ahead of schedule. He was so stunned by the vision he saw emerging from their home that his feet were left cemented to the ground until she was standing right in front of him.

She tried to steady her breath as she soaked in the sight of Joey dressed in a suit that he had no business wearing so well. The all-black ensemble was tailored to each swell of his muscles. The black dress shirt was left without a tie and the top couple of buttons remained undone, leaving exposed the spread wings of the tattooed birds creeping up his neck.

“Every time you put a suit on—” she began only to have her words silenced. Joey leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers. His lips nearly bruised her own with the intense need brewing behind them.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring it like he didn’t already have every inch committed to memory. The spread of his palms ran down her sides, sliding back to grab at the spheres of her ass in appreciation before coming back around to travel over her hips.

Just as his hand dropped down past the hem of her dress, sliding between her legs, it took everything in her to bring him to a halt. Her hand grabbed onto his wrist as her thighs squeezed together to close off access to where he very much wanted to gain entry.

Layne’s words were coming out breathlessly as she forced them past her lips, “You know it’s Gage’s night and we promised we wouldn’t be late.” She wanted nothing more than to break the rules the three of them had set, and maybe she would at the after-party. However, she was doing her best to make sure that Gage also got his dedicated alone time with her.

Groaning in a mixture of disappointment and irritation, Joey knew damn well that he could press the issue and get past Layne’s defenses with very little effort. However, they had agreed on solo nights so Layne could get some semblance of physical recovery while trying to keep up with all three of their needs. Given tonight was Gage’s big evening, his brother had dibs.

Begrudgingly he withdrew his hand knowing it was going to be a long night watching Layne moving her body in a dress that looked like it was painted on. Gage better take advantage of their girl, good enough for the both of them.

She wasn’t blind to the disappointment in Joey’s eyes, but seeing as he was driving them to the club, perhaps she could find an acceptable compromise. Her hand patted his chest lightly as she walked over to his vehicle.

Joey drew in a deep breath, trying to convince his fucking erection to settle down. He turned and rushed ahead of her to open the passenger door before she got the chance.

Getting into her seat, Layne made sure she strapped herself in before he yelled at her for being reckless about her personal safety. It was going to be a twenty-minute drive in slow city traffic, she hardly expected any large-scale incidents where a seat belt was going to be required.

He rounded the front of the car and got settled before pulling away from the curb. “Remember what I said, Layne. We got everything covered, all you need to do is let Gage show you a good time tonight.”

When Joey glanced over at Layne, she was unbuckling her seat belt. His jaw tensed, hating when she wasn’t strapped in. “What are you doing? Put your damn seatbelt back on.”

As they slowed for a red light, she gave a smile that said she was up to no good. Her hand ran over the large muscle of his thigh before reaching between his legs and rubbing over his cock that had only partially softened.

“Showing you a good time.” Her hand gave another firm massage over the front of his pants before leaning over the console between their seats and working his pants open.

He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting between the mischievous woman now fishing her hand into his pants and the traffic signal ahead of them. “Layne, you need to be buckled up.” His voice didn’t sound convincing and with one hand on top of the steering wheel, he wasn’t making any effort to stop her with his other hand.

“Joey?” She pulled his long and hard length from his boxer briefs.

The light turned green and he nearly forgot he needed to press the gas pedal to get the car moving. “What?” He looked down at Layne as her upper half encroached on his space.

“Shut the fuck up and drive.” She smirked before she lowered her head and drew his dick into her mouth.

He groaned as his cock was suddenly buried into that tight and warm space past her lips. Joey’s hand grasped onto the steering wheel tightly while trying to focus on the road.

Layne hallowed her cheeks while sucking on him like he was her favorite treat. Her lips applied added pressure in waves as she bobbed her head up and down on him.

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