Page 57 of Sold on Them

I groan because he’s right. Iamsexually frustrated, and these assholes are just giving me a damn hard time about it. “I hate you all.”

“Except me,” Mackenzie pipes up.

“Except you, Mac. Never you.” I laugh, making my way over to her and Parker, giving each of them a kiss before settling onto the stool beside Parker.

Royce laughs as he comes over and plasters himself against my bare back.

“Ugh, get your sweaty ass off me,” I growl, not really meaning it, but it’s not like he’s going to let me fuck him, so there’s no fun having him pressed against me.

“Does that mean you don’t want to hear that O’Reilly cleared both of you for sex?” he asks, laughing when I swing around on the stool fast enough that he has to jump back.

I lick my lips, hoping he’s not lying to me. “Are you serious?”

He nods. “Deadly.”

“Thank fuck.” I grab the front of his shorts and jerk him to me, crashing my lips onto his. He laughs into the kiss until I bite his bottom lip. He growls in response before deepening the kiss.

“Does that ever get any less hot?” I hear Mackenzie ask. “Please tell me the answer is no.”

Cormac grumbles something, but I can’t make out exactly what he says as I wrap my arms around Royce, the two of us fighting for dominance in our kiss. This is why I kissed him and not Parker. I need a challenge right now. I honestly don’t know who’s going to fuck who, but I guess I’ll find out soon.

Something thumps me in the back of the head, and I jerk away from Royce. “What the fuck?”

“I made breakfast. No sex until after you eat. You’re still healing.” Cormac sets a plate on the counter behind me, and I turn around to find him glaring at me.

“Are you serious right now?” I sigh, readjusting my dick in my pants—and possibly giving it a little squeeze while I’m there. I might have asked it as a question, but I already know the answer.

Cormac doesn’t even bother answering, just nods to the plate in front of me, and I bite back a groan.

Looking to my right, I see Parker and Mackenzie already digging into their food. There’s no way he’s going to let me getaway without eating this which sucks because all I can think about is getting laid.

“If you think you can eat at the same time, then I’ll suck your dick.” Royce presses up against my back again, leaning over until his mouth is against my ear before stepping back.

“Really?” I cock an eyebrow as I turn my head so I can see him.

When he just winks, I pick up my plate and turn around on the stool again. Resting it against my chest, I take a bite and watch Royce, wondering if he’s really going to do it.

His smile only grows as he moves toward me again. Since the stool is so high, there’s no reason for him to drop to his knees—even though that would be hot as hell. Instead, he pushes my sweatpants down until my hard cock springs out, slapping against my stomach.

“If you stop eating, I stop sucking, understood?”

“One hundred percent clear,” I tell him before scooping another bite of omelet into my mouth. A groan slips from me when his tongue drags along my length.

Parker sighs. “Cormac, why don’t Mac and I get that kind of incentive.”

“You want incentive to eat your breakfast?” Cormac rumbles, and I can practically hear the two of them nodding. “If both of you eat your breakfast—and this is important as it includes a reward for both of you—I’ll let you fuck my little one on the table while I fuck my hand. Is that a proper incentive for the two of you?”

“Okay,” they say in unison.

It’s harder than I thought it would be to continue eating when Royce wraps those devilish lips around my cock, but I still manage it. It does mean that no matter how well he sucks me down—and he’s very good at it—I’m not going to come anytime soon. My focus is just too split.

Finally, I’ve eaten it all, and Cormac grabs my plate from me and hands me something instead.

“Enjoy,” is all he says before strolling away.

Glancing down, I laugh when I see he’s handed me a bottle of lube.

Royce pops off my cock and stands. “What’s so funny?”

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