Page 144 of Light My Fire

With dizzying speed, Brooke Wilder has embraced her dirty side, and it’s such a fucking turn on.

The driver is making small talk with me about how bad traffic is because there is a pop star in town for a concert and a Racketeers hockey game tonight. I’m taking a certain sort of sick pleasure in engaging in conversation with him while being hyper aware of what’s taking place in the back seat.

It’s making my dick hard and drawing my patience out taut.

I like the wound up feeling and the twitch in my fingers from wanting to strip Brooke naked.

It makes the moment when I actually can all that much sweeter.

Which is why the minute we’re in Brooke’s apartment, I shut the door behind me with a hard kick from my boot.

Brooke, who is holding Wyatt’s hand and dropping her purse on the floor, turns with a startled look. When she sees me, her eyes widen. “That was loud.”

“How thin are your walls?” I ask her. “Because it’s about to get even louder in here.”

“I think they’re average. I can hear my neighbor’s music when he cranks it but not any conversations or anything.”

I move in front of her, sliding my hand along her smooth skin to cup her cheek. “Tell us now if it’s going to embarrass you if your neighbor hears you screaming when you come over and over from three guys fucking you. If it does, we can go to my place.”

I have no idea who lives in this building but it very well could be other vet students all doing their clinicals. I want to make sure she’s taken that into account if that’s the case. Sure, she seemed happy to be engaged in public affection with all of us at the bar, but it’s one thing to be kissing three guys, it’s another to be overheard doing what we’re about to be doing.

Brooke shivers. She leans into my touch. Wyatt is still holding her hand and he moves in behind her, lifting her hair on the opposite side of my hand so that he can lightly suck her earlobe.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care.”

“Are you sure? I’m serious, Brooke. Think about it.” I kiss her lips, briefly. “You have to live here.”

Her free hand lands on my waist and she tugs me closer to her. “I don’t care. We’re all adults here.”

I nod, satisfied. “Excellent. And yes, we’re all adults, but when you’re with me, naked, you’re my dirty little good girl. So you do what I say, don’t you?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, I’m a dirty little good girl.”

So eagerly that I almost moan. My mouth is thick with desire, my dick throbbing.

Wyatt does moan out loud. “Fuck. That’s so hot, Brooke.”

“Very fucking hot,” Jackson agrees. He’s to her left, taking his shoes and coat off with terse movements.

Then he tells her, “Luke said when you’re naked you call him daddy. You’ve got too many clothes on, sweetheart. Guess we need to change that.”

“Wyatt, take off her shirt,” I command.

He does so without hesitation, gathering it at the hem and drawing it up over her breasts and shoulders and face, exposing her to me inch by delicious inch. She’s wearing a black lace bra. I reach out and flick a finger over the tiny bow between her two breasts. “Feeling fancy tonight, Angel? Dressed up for your men?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” I lean forward and suck the swell of her breast, kneading the other globe with my palm.

Brooke gasps.

Wyatt has her silky shirt in his grip still. I draw back and hold a hand out. “Let me have that.”

He does and then undoes her bra. He eases the bra off before teasing both nipples.

Jackson makes eye contact with me as I spin her shirt in my hands. He knows what I have in mind and the look on his face is definite approval.

He shifts behind Brooke, telling Wyatt, “Switch out with me. You need to collect your prize.”

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