Page 82 of Blue Moon Mistress

I expect someone to laugh, but the other two are focused on Joshua, and he—

He presses hard against my clit and he rolls his thumb.

The breath I pull in is sharp and a little too loud for the quiet that has descended over the house.

“You didn’t wear these for the game, did you? You wore these for after.” Joshua looks up me, taking his hand away.

I can’t stop myself from teasing. “Or before.”

“Keep holding that skirt up, sweetness.”

He slides one finger up the front of me. “You like pretty things.”

“Don’t you?” My voice is breathy with need.

“Yes. Yes we do.” Joshua presses a kiss to my mound, his tongue poking out to taste the wetness soaking through the lace.

“And there’s something very pretty you’re hiding from us, isn’t there.”

“She’s not hiding,” Chase says from the wall where he’s leaned, arms crossed over his chest, fingers tight around his arms. “She’s a freaking present waiting to be unwrapped.”

Joshua makes a sound of agreement and hooks one finger in the front of the fabric and pulls it down.

“Is this how you’re supposed to put these on?” Joshua asks, snapping the garter strap against my thigh.

I pulled my panties on over the garter belt tonight. “It is when you want to be fucked in them.”

“That sounds like the wants of a verywickedwoman.” Johnny looks just as tense as Chase.

“It does,” Joshua slips them the rest of the way down my legs. “Wicked women deserve to be rewarded.”

He looks up at me with a dark fire in his eyes and nudges my legs, I don’t need any encouragement to open myself for these men.

“Fuck…” The low word is filled with awe. He might be surprised by how wet I am, but I’m not. The moment I’m in arms reach of them, that want starts to build.

The second they touch me… I’m wound so tightly, I don’t have any idea how I manage to string two words together, much less act like a human being around them.

His hand snakes deeper into my panties, and he groans. “We don’t have time to take care of this properly, sweetness. But we’re not going to let you go out in the cold like this, are we?”

“Please.” The word is a whisper, and he takes the invitation I offer, sliding those thick fingers into me the way I wish their cocks would fill me instead.

On his knees in front of me, Joshua growls out a curse. And then, his mouth is on me, tongue and teeth working my clit to the sweetest pain.

I fall back against the wall, and Chase reaches out to steady me. But he lets go of me as soon as I’m supported. Johnny still doesn’t touch me. He leans on the opposite wall, watching.

“What were you thinking, wearing that, wicked girl?” Johnny meets my eyes, but only long enough to be sure I’m listening, then, his gaze travels down me to where Joshua’s tongue and fingers threaten to distract me from breathing. “Did you want to sneak one of us back behind the bleachers so we could bend you over a support beam and fuck you so hard you had to cover your mouth so you weren’t heard between the cheers?”

“Yes, I want that.” I might not have thought of that, but… “I want to be wicked with you every chance I can get.”

Joshua presses another finger into me, “Any chancewecan get.”

I have to close my eyes as he presses in deeper, and when I turn my head, I bury my face in the coats beside me, breathing in the scent of them. I want to drag the other two into this, to find our way back to their living room and its memories. But Thomas isn’t here. And it would be hollow without him.

I have every intention of winding up in an exhausted pile of limbs and blankets before the sun rises. But damn it if this doesn’t fuck up my control.

I have to take hold of Joshua’s head to keep myself upright. Especially when his hand moves to my thigh and he lifts my leg up to rest it on his shoulder.

I can’t form coherent words, all I can do is watch Johnny and Chase through heavy lidded eyes.

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