Page 146 of Light My Fire

He runs his thumb over her bottom lip. She gasps at the soft touch. “Right here, gorgeous.”

“Take your prize,” she encourages him. “Now, Wyatt. I’m ready. Please?”

That makes me laugh softly. She knows Wyatt is the weak link. She can get him to do her bidding readily.

But to my surprise, he looks to me for permission.

It makes my gut clench.

I know his feelings for this woman.

On his own, he would give in to any and all demands or requests she made of him.

But he’s putting his trust fully into me to lead us in taking Brooke to the height of pleasure.

I’m fucking grateful for that.

So, without warning, I reach out and yank her jeans down to her knees.

“Yes,” Brooke exclaims, her hips jerking forward from the motion before she sags back against Jackson for support so she doesn’t stumble.

Wyatt lifts one leg and removes her jeans, then the other. He tosses her jeans to the side.

I put a hand on her knee, encouraging her to shift her legs apart. “Spread your legs for your boyfriend,” I tell her. “Show him what he won.”

She does and Wyatt drops down to his haunches. He leans in and breathes deeply, his eyes closed.

“Jesus,” Jackson murmurs, swallowing visibly.

Brooke is trembling already.

I startle her with a kiss. She opens eagerly for me, her tongue tangling hotly and wildly with mine. I know the second Wyatt’s mouth touches her pussy because she cries out, right into mymouth, and I get to capture that pleasure. She bucks, trying to pull away, but I wrap her hair around my fingers and tug her tightly against me.

“I’ve got her,” Jackson tells us both.

A glance down shows Wyatt is devouring her with his tongue, his fingers leaving deep impressions on her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jackson is tightly squeezing her nipple. Brooke is crowded in on all sides, head to toe, and she fucking loves it.

She’s kissing me with a fierceness that takes my damn breath away. She’s gripping Jackson’s hair. She’s even rocking her hips forward onto Wyatt.

Close. She’s so close.

Then she’s bucking and thrashing.

She pauses in kissing me.

Then she cries out onto me as she breaks, coming hard on Wyatt’s tongue.

It’s mind-blowing how incredible this girl is.

I’ve never experienced anything like this.

Love and lust and total and complete fucking awe at how amazing she is.

Her warm pants of breath tickle my cheek as she shudders through her orgasm.

When she goes a little limp, I take her hands and help Jackson hold her up.

“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur to her. “Feel good?”

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