Page 172 of Pretty Little Lies

She glimpses over at him, but still remains in the lock hold of my grip. “You’re an idiot. And no, I mean…us. You guys are gonna get tired of this.”

“Says who?” Torin and I both say at the same time, catching each other’s eyes because I’m not pulling out of this arrangement. If I want Bay alone, I’ll get her there. If Wildes wants to hang out and learn a few things, fine, let him. I’m not dropping her on her ass, as nice as it is, for shit.

“Don’t think you need to be worryin’ about that,” I tell her. “Wildes has a hard time letting go of anything and I’m slightly obsessed to the point that you might get a restraining order.”

My words don’t wipe the slight frown off Bay’s features, and I nod for Torin to do something since he always was to lead the way to battle on literally everything we do.

“I don’t share,” he says, and I narrow my gaze on him to keep his dumb-ass comments to himself. “However, for him”—he jerks his head at me—“I will.”

“That’s better.” I wrap my arm tighter around Bay’s waist. “Now, kiss me while Torin rips your clothes off so we can both take turns on that sweet cunt.”

Bay hesitates, so I help close the distance between us to press my mouth to her ear. “I’m not leaving you.Ever.Got me?”

She bobs her head, and that’s when I go for her lips, allowing what lies between us to take hold and blossom.

It only takes but a few seconds for Bay’s need to have my tongue in her mouth to take hold, and we’re back at it like how we were on the couch and I was carrying her down the hallway.

Torin works at her clothing while I get the sweet part of the deal. I’m about to bust in my pants from how honeyed her tasteis before my partner in crime twirls her around and takes her from me.

The motherfucker is naked, only getting her panties and pants off, but starts with her shirt before his mouth collides with hers. So I work at mine, watching his fingers slowly glide down the dip of her back and to her plump ass.

And when she begins working his cock, mine only grows harder.

I’m not attracted to Torin, him being a little too much and big-mouthed for my liking, but watching my brother-in-arms get a nice little handsy job from the sexy woman in front of me is enough to set this experience to another level.

I loved watching her fuck him in the back of his SUV. Listening to the sounds she made and how she kept coming back for more like she couldn’t get enough.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t me. Watching her get off is one of the most erotic and sexiest things I’ve ever fucking seen in my life. And she takes cock like a fucking champ. Which only means that one day, I’m going to get to fuck her ass while Torin fucks her tight cunt.

I’m literally dying for that day.

Torin lifts her up while I’m removing my shirt, and falls onto the bed with her. The rustling of a condom sounds through the space as I get rid of the rest of my clothes and allow Torin to start off because I want to see the look in her blues when he takes her deep and hard.

He makes quick work and slowly pushes himself inside her, when an enticing moan escapes her lips and Bay arches off the bed for more.

My greedy, beautiful Bay Astor soon-to-be-one-day Stanton.

Getting to the edge of the bed, Torin has her hands over her head, clamping them down with one hand while he caresses and feels her up. Meanwhile, I get right next to her, those blueslatching on to mine as her chest heaves in shattered breaths at Torin’s thrusts.

“You’re lookin’ mighty fuckable there, McQueen. Make sure you save some of that for me.” I lay vertically to her on my stomach, hovering my face over hers to place a small and teasing kiss on her lips. “You know I like it when you look like you need me.”

“I always need you, Reevie,” she mutters with a small groan. “Just how I like Torin taking his anger out of my pussy and pretending like he doesn’t give a fuck.”

“I give a fuck,” he snaps, propelling into her hard. “You just don’t listen.”

She smiles at me, sharing a moment of how the both of us love to fuck with him. “Do you think you can be gentle?”

“Fuck no,” I answer honestly, because this shit right here is hot. “I think you got me all crossed with how perfect you feel wrapped around me. It’s like a trance, baby.”

“It’s like a vice,” Torin grounds out. “Gripping your cock so nice and tight that it milks the shit out of you.”

“Sounds like Wildes likes you too, McQueen. You hover that thing over our heads, and you’ll be having us eating out of your hand in no time.”

“If you turn into pussies, I won’t have any need for you.”

I smile at her smart ass and lick her nose. “Then maybe I’ll just piss you off all the time so you’ll hate fuck me.”

“I save that for Torin,” she breathes before gripping onto my bicep, squeezing it to hold on to herself. “I like when you vulnerable-fuck me.”

---