Page 144 of Pretty Little Lies

He shows up then at my side, eyeing her like prey sprawled perfectly on the gray fabric and his knee perches on the side toget to work. He rips at her pants like he can’t bear to have them on her skin a second longer. When he gets to her shirt, he’s mauling her lips with his, roaming her naked skin up and down her body to get her hot and bothered for me.

When she’s completely naked, those perfect tits and wide hips laid out for me, I’m already sprung in my boxers and waiting with a rubber cladding my length.

“C’mere,” I order, stepping back from the furniture and signaling for Reeve to follow her.

She immediately comes to attention, stepping in front of me, but what’s interesting is her covering herself a little.

Drunk Bay is a little more self-conscious than normal Bay.

“You’re drunk,” I emit so that it sinks into her head.

“Buzzed,” she counters.

“You good with this?”

She rolls her eyes like a fucking brat and replies, “Yes.”

Heaving her up by her ass again, those thighs latch on to me, and Reeve lines up behind her.

It’s weird.

I’ve known this dude almost my whole life, but we still communicate with no words half the time.

“Take my dick out.” Bay slowly does what I ask, gripping the base firmly on purpose, I’m sure. “And put it inside you.”

I swear something with those fucking blue eyes drives me nuts. The way they practically glow off her face makes me mesmerized with whatever it is we’re doing.

When her tightness shrouds around me, it’s over.

I’m already thrusting deep inside while her face nestles into the crook of my neck, gasping with sensations. Her lips find the sensitive skin there, lavishing kisses with her mouth and tongue when I spread her butt cheeks in a warning and promise.

“One day, Wildfire…we’re gonna fuck both of these holes and you’re gonna come so hard, you’ll forget your name and how to fucking breathe.”

She returns my vow with a soft bite to my neck as I propel in and out, working her to get used to me before changing the script up and keeping her on her toes.

Bay Astor, Wildes—whatever the fuck you want to call her—she just gave herself up.

I’m not sure how this is going to work, or if Reeve and I are even able to get on the same page with all this, but in the here and now, she’s fucking ours.

And we may just never let her go.

Ever.

No matter if she fucks us over or not. If she likes us or not. If she eventually loves us or not. If there is one thing Reeve and I have in common, it’s that we’re profanely greedy with what we want.

And it evidently seems that we both thirst and pant after her.

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I’d never saythis out loud, but I love when Torin fucks me. I love his focused persona about it, like he’s in the middle of playing a game and he’s ready for the big win. Every time he’s in me, it’s like he’s at the Super Bowl—or whatever they call the big championship for basketball—and every plunge and thrust is going to get him one step closer to what we both want.

And his promises of taking my ass, or the other way around with Reeve, has my cunt throbbing in primal need for them to just do it now.

Not only do I like the words that come out of their mouths when they’re in the heat of the moment with me, but I can feel Cairo’s substantial stare from across the room.

And it surprises me that he hasn’t left.

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