Page 101 of Pretty Little Lies

Before my butt can hit the seat, Reeve’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer, forcing me to straddle him. I’m forced to smell the scent of the ocean and Jack Daniel’s. It fills my lungs as he gazes up at me with shards of greens mixed with browns that seem to see me and only me. The deep and prolonged attachment that we’ve seemed to form flicks back on to that hot and feverish feeling in my stomach and up to the back of my neck.

Without a word, he reaches up and laces his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to his mouth.

I could say a million things to stop this.

That he’s buzzed. That we’re in the middle of a fuckingroad.

But it’s the backseat door slamming that captures my attention right before Reeve’s lips can even graze mine.

Torin has climbed into the backseat, shredding his black leather jacket and flicking those amber irises at me. Silence normally makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable, but when Torin leans over, closing the distance between the two of us, he fills it in when his lips press into mine.

It’s slow and lucid, his tongue slowly sweeping across the seam of my lips that automatically open for him.

Reeve’s hands at my hips glide upward, brushing gently against my ribs and underneath my bra. They circle around my back before the very tips of his fingers run down my spine.

With Reeve’s soothing touch and Torin’s tongue tangling with mine, a slight shudder rips through my body like a freight train that appeared out of nowhere without any sign of its arrival. Torin’s deep breaths for oxygen, the sounds he’s makingto kiss me like he’s trying to show me everything that’s living in his head already starts a steady throbbing between my legs.

I must make some sort of movement that Reeve notices, because when his palms land on tops of my thighs, I know he’s going to slaughter me whole. The surfer boy from the East Coast is about to show me how he could make me crazy and, more than likely, want to come back for more.

Grasping his jaw with my fingers just to feel his skin, Reeve moves his down to my inner thighs and upward, lightly touching my pussy through my shorts and panties. My breathing grows faster and more audible as a small moan forms from my throat and I don’t care that they know I’m turned on.

They’re just as attracted to me as I am to them, and we’re not going to get anything out of it but each other in this moment.

Reeve dips his head down and seizes one of my fingers between his plush lips, sucking on it like a tease as tingles continue to ache through my body.

Pulling reluctantly from Torin, I crash my lips to Reeve’s, delving my tongue into his mouth like a fucking animal greedy for release. He meets my eagerness before a pair of hands begin to pull me out of Reeve’s lap and back onto the bench seat.

The surfer boy with the easy smile and mellowed out persona locks my face between his hands as Torin’s slide my jeans and panties down my ass.

A twinge of nervousness sets in but, when Torin begins placing tender kisses along the smalls of my back, the frenzied lust is right back.

And Pretty Boy—my entitled, fucking asshole—goes right in for the kill.

Spreading my ass cheeks, his tongue starts from my clit and all the way to my center. His lips erase my resolve to stop this and go home when he begins to eat me alive.

But these aren’t normal guys.

This isn’t some random hookup with a dude who I only met an hour ago. It’s something that’s been in the making for over two months now.

And Torin wants to make sure he gets his message fully across when he licks my asshole and goes right back down to making out with my clit.

My hand immediately goes to the waistband of Reeve’s jeans as I unbutton them. The urgency to intimately touch him is at an all-time high. The way Torin’s mouth moves over me, taunting my body to succumb to fall to him, I want to make someone—Reeve—feel the exact same way so that I’m not alone. Like the way he went down on me at that prestigious yacht without question. His ultimate goal was to make me crumble underneath him for his and my own pleasure.

Reeve’s hard length springs free the moment I pull at his boxer briefs, and my mouth salivates to taste him. He’s hard and perfect in my hand as I rub down the rigid length of him. His thick length twitches, and an immediate growl forms between his lips, sending a flurry in my lower stomach as Torin feasts on me from behind.

A bead of sweat falls down one side of my temple as the heat in the SUV rockets to scorching temperatures. I was a panting mess before, but when Torin shoves two long fingers inside of me, I shamelessly groan and begin to ride them.

His lips graze up the base of my spine again, touching me in any way he can, when he finally comes up to whisper in my ear, “Are you going to put him out of his misery yet, because he’s been wanting you to fuck him since the first time laid eyes on you, Wildfire.” His tongue grazes the lobe of my ear. “And the best present in the world is a beautiful woman with a perfect pussy and a mouth on her that makes a man want to shove his cock in it every once in a while.”

Torin removes his fingers from inside me and runs his flat palm along the curve of my ass, hinting that the only way I’m getting off is if I take what his best friend is wanting.

And the thing I’ve been contemplating for months.

Scooting up to straddle Reeve’s body again, I stare straight down at him with nothing but fervor and pure hunger in his eyes.

“What do you want for your birthday, birthday boy?” I mutter, running my arms along his shoulder and cupping the back of his head.

“You,” he replies like he has to clear his throat up but won’t. As if he’s so fucking worked up that doing so would allude that he’s getting worked up way too fast.

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