Page 147 of Pretty Little Lies

“Wrap your legs around Torin,” Reeve tells me. “I wanna play with your ass.”

Fuck. Me.

I do what he says, which only causes Torin to be able to go deeper, and I’m not going to be holding on for much longer. I’m at his ready, fucked how he wants it, and Torin likes it deep and steady, just like him.

Reeve spreads my ass cheeks, and that’s when I feel his breath on one and I squeal in surprise to which Torin chuckles.

And I don’t even get to wonder what the hell he’s doing, because he just does.

Reeve Stanton always just does what he wants to do.

His mouth finds the second place Torin wants to claim, and he eats my ass out like he’s making out with my mouth. His tongue is everywhere, his lips move with purpose. His fingers squeeze and stretch me while Torin continues his own assault on my cunt.

“Fuck, Reeve,” I moan, gripping onto Torin for dear life.

It was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Especially since Torin has been feeling a certain type of way about not having me alone. His whole face darkens in on me like I just said his dick was small.

“Reeve, eh?” Oh shit… “Kiss me.”

“But—”

“Rightthe fuck now.” Like the good little girl I am, I fuse my lips to his, and he immediately devours me like an animal. He nibbles and bites, licking away any discomfort he may have caused as his best friend gets braver and begins pushing a finger into my ass.

I try to pull away, the sensation of both of them too much for me, when Torin slows his movement on my clit and demands on letting them do what they want or I’m getting nothing.

“Who’s got this mouth?” Torin asks me in a guttural tone, mixed with desire and power. “You’re gonna suck me dry the next time I get my hands on you for the sheer mention of another man’s name while I’m inside you.”

I open my mouth to argue that it’s Reeve, but that doesn’t matter to him. He allows me to pay attention to someone else he permits, but when I’mmoaningsomeone else’s name, that’s where the problem must lie.

“Damn, baby”—Torin looks between the lack of space between us—“you’re gonna do it, aren’t you? You’re going to milk the cum right out of me.”

“You should feel her when you’re bare,” Reeve says into my bottom, suddenly part of the conversation.

Torin looks at me when he asks Reeve. “Did you?”

“She threw the damn condom away.”

Thatsends Torin in a fucking blind frenzy of I don’t know what. He screws me so long and deep that I don’t know where he starts and I begin. My body is buzzing with so much, I can’t even think about anything anymore, only that I want to come.

I want to live in this dangerous fucking relationship, because somewhere between before and now, I lost a piece of my mind. I’m living recklessly when I shouldn’t. To where I don’t care because the reality is just too responsible and depressing.

I would honestly even be thrilled if today was my last day, and I got to be with them before saying goodbye to dad and my sisters.

As morbid as that sounds, I found my equals. I found two guys who just want someone who is going to accept their annoying flaws even if we are on opposite sides.

We can fix that.

We can make a difference.

And if we don’t, we’ll figure it out.

Because I don’t think Reeve and Torin are going to let me leave.

And I sure as hell won’t without a good enough explanation.

“I’m going to come,” Torin tells me. “And you’re going to take it all.”

His thumb dips between my lips as I suck and I feel him twitch inside of me before it triggers his climax. The look on his face sends me over the edge, and it was the most intensely claiming expression Torin has ever given me.

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