Page 146 of Pretty Little Lies

This is all me setting myself up for disaster in the form of muscles, testosterone, and tattoos.

“I’m all or nothing,” I answer honestly. “Was never into the half-ass thing.”

His lips curl into a dangerous smile, as if he’s caught me in the corner of the room with my pussy literally spread open for him. “I want the whole-ass thing.” I look to the ceiling, exasperated, but not when he steps closer and between my thighs. “But I want you screaming my fucking name first.”

He leans in, the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet center, and I smell the cedarwood off his skin mixed with sweat and gravel from his game.

I prep myself for him to go full throttle on me, for him to just plow inside me to claim me for himself, but he only bends to whisper in my ear.

“You’ve been spending a lot of alone time with Reeve…and every time he seems to get you into a room, you fuck him. Last time I got you alone, we didn’t fuck. I bought you fries and half the appetizer menu. Now, you owe me, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.”

“Alone.”

“Alone,” I repeat, meeting his dark pools of eyes, and that’s when he impales me, deep and crazed. I meet Reeve’s chest as he puts his body weight into it, clutching my hips and driving himself unhinged and wired into my body.

We’ve pushed past the bullshit…for now. One false movement between one of us and it’ll shatter what we’ve worked toward—trust.

To people like us, it’s more valuable than gold. It’s worth more than houses, cars, and a bank full of cash.

And if I have these boys backing me, and vice versa, dare I say, that I’ll be happy.

Truly happy for the first time in a really long time.

Torin’s hand comes around to grope the back of my neck, towering over me with his height and looking into my eyes like he’s seeing them for the first time.

This isn’t just group sex; this is a forming of a union.

Me, him, and Reeve.

It causes my eyes to slice over to Cairo, finding him in exactly the same spot he was in before. But this time, his intense stare is sharper and zeroed in on us as a whole while we touch and fuck each other without shame.

Torin’s fingers latch onto my chin as he pulls me over to him again. “He can’t have you.” I don’t know if he says it because he doesn’t want him to, or because there’s some unspoken agreement that was made before all of this, but I take it with a grain of salt. He hasn’t been forthcoming with how I’ve been around, and he’s made it clear on several occasions that he’d rather I not be.

Torin’s mouth secures onto mine, pulling needily at my body lip, and he groans out in pleasure, bottoming out into my wet core and going back for more.

“You were made for us, McQueen,” Reeve says to me. “A fucking queen, created for the likes of us dumb motherfuckers.”

“And we get to fuck this sweet cunt every night if we want to.” Torin’s tawny eyes bore into mine. “Don’t we?”

Damn.

My body burns as he holds my gaze, and when I don’t answer him fast enough, he drops my chin and goes right to my clit, rubbing the tender nub in quick circles without mercy.

“Don’t we?” he repeats, and this time it’s not a question. He just wants me to say it out loud to ease his mind, because without a verbal confirmation, Torin isn’t comfortable I’ve noticed. While, with Reeve, I could fuck him and answer anything he’d ever asked, Torin needs to be on the same exact page with the same exact objective at the end of the day.

“Yes,” I quip, raising my chin to keep some of my pride intact. “All the time.”

“Anytime?”

I quirk my brows because now he’s getting needy, which is a tad out of character for Pretty Boy. Maybe it’s because Emilio was a bitch to him. Maybe it’s because his mom wasn’t a mother. However, if I need to fill some voids, I can try.

“Bend me over in front of your priest, Pretty Boy, I don’t care. If you want me, you can have me.” I grab my tits and immediately gain his attention. “You want to suck on my pussy, do that. If you want me face down and ass up, all you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t ask,” he claims. “I just do.”

I lick at my bottom lip, flurries of carnality taking over me. I can feel the flutters of my orgasm entering my lower gut, and I groan when Torin hits a spot that causes both pain and instant arousal.

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