Page 145 of Light My Fire

“Which one?” Brooke asks.

“Foosball,” I tell her. “Wyatt is going to eat your sweet little pussy until you come all over his face.”

Her eyes darken at my words and she watches Wyatt moving around her side, his hands trailing down over her belly and drifting lower, barely brushing over the front of her jeans. “Would you like that?” he asks. “For me to taste your cunt?”

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it all night. Should we go to the bedroom?”

“No.” At that, I take her chin in my grip and kiss her hard. “You got to play your little game at the bar. Now we get to play a little game.”

I put her shirt over her eyes. Brooke gasps. “Luke, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t act resistant. Quite the fucking opposite. She sounds excited. There are suddenly goosebumps on her bare shoulders and her mouth has slipped open on a sharp exhalation of breath.

I tie the shirt behind her head, tight enough so it won’t slip, but not enough to give her any discomfort. “It’s called Blindfold Brooke.”

Jackson taps my hip and silently gestures for me to give him some room. I do, and he leans in and kisses her, teasing his tongue between her lips. She kisses him back, winding her arms around his neck.

When he breaks the embrace, she whispers, “Jackson?”

He nods in satisfaction. “Yes, pretty girl. Told you I was a winner, too. You look so damn sexy right now.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do,” Wyatt affirms.

“What should I do?” she asks, quietly. “Tell me how to please all three of you.”

“Just be you,” I tell her honestly. “And listen to me.”

She nods immediately. “Yes, daddy.”

I never thought I’d have a thing for that, but with Brooke, I find it to be the hottest damn thing ever. The air is charged between us all with sexual tension, an electric vibrancy that only happens when the four of us are together.

The blindfold is something I’ve been fantasizing about, partly because I think Brooke will enjoy it, but also because sometimes when we lock eyes the intensity between us is so damn extreme I’m afraid I’m going to lose control. Brooke is still inexperienced,and she isn’t ready for all the roughness I can truly bring if I unleash all of the burning desire I have for her.

Yet at the same time, I want to see how far we can push Brooke.

“This is your punishment for making your men compete for your attention.” I unbutton and take down the zipper on her jeans. I ease my finger over her clit and deep down into her already wet cunt. “You won’t know who is touching you.”

“I’ll know,” she says, simply.

That gives my cock a jolt, and I immediately yank my finger back out of her. “Is that right? Because you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

Brooke nods, even as she shifts her hands around in the empty air, trying to find one of us. Jackson shifts behind her and wraps his arms firmly around her waist. “Lean against me,” he tells her. “Put your arms around my neck so you can give the boys a pretty view of your tits.”

When she does, I spend a few seconds admiring her. Wyatt is stripping down to his boxer briefs. Jackson is lazily rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Brooke is starting to shift restlessly, cute little sounds of distress coming out of her mouth. She is leaning against his chest and running her hands up and down his cheeks and over his hair, head tilting as she tries to find his mouth for a kiss.

But Jackson evades her, adding to her tease. His eyes are dark, nostrils flared, as she bumps her tight little ass against his cock.

“More,” she begs. “Please, Jackson.”

“Shh,” he says in her ear. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“Of course. One hundred percent.”

“We’ve got you,” he assures her. “Now stop wiggling against my dick, baby. You’re fucking killing me.”

She does stop moving, but she turns forward. “Wyatt, where are you?”

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