Page 129 of Brazen Deceits

The slide of Clara’s fingers through my hair, running up and down my neck, is intoxicating. I am drunk on this woman, and I never want to sober up.

I heard what Jansen asked. I saw her response, and I know she’s redirecting. But I don’t give a damn. I’m going to see her stretched out, naked, and taking pleasure at the hands of two of my best friends, and I’m so hard it hurts to carry her up the stairs.

Walker’s in the room first, yanking the comforter off the bed. “Here, RJ.”

I lay her down, and she drags my lips to hers. I go, so willing to steal one last kiss.

This is going to be the best damn torture I’ve ever endured.

Our tongues meet, her hands clasped at the back of my neck, and I take her heat, her desperation, swallowing it down as my fingers undo the belt—my belt—at her waist, caressingthe smooth warmth of her curves, the rough lace of her bra. I squeeze and her hum of pleasure is the best fucking music I’ve ever heard.

God fucking damn.

I want her.

But not tonight. Not like this.

Tonight, she needs to know she’s okay, that she’s precious, that her body is as safe as her heart with us.

She needs us. Not just me.

And I need just her—first. Once.

After that?

I’ll be down to play whatever filthy games I can get in on.

Pulling back, she whimpers. I press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right over there, sugar,” I say, nodding to the leather armchair Walker’s pushed up next to the bed. The perfect front-row seat.

With a pout, she nods, her fingers clinging to my shirt as I go to sit down, to watch the best fucking show of my life.

I’ve always loved the idea of watching.

Jansen strides naked from the bathroom, before crawling across the bed. He scoops her up from behind, his hands pressing her ass against his dick, while his teeth nip at her neck. With a glance at me, he drags her hands from my shirt, giving me space to settle back against the chair.

I’m already hard as a rock, my jeans too tight, so I strip, pulling everything off, not worrying about it as I sit down. My nakedness is hardly going to register tonight.

But Clara, she notices, her eyes lapping me up, lingering on my dick as it bobs at attention. She licks her lips, moaning asJansen sucks on her earlobe, then shifts her gaze to my face, her hunger nearly shattering my resolve.

This girl is going to break me.

And it’s going to be the most beautiful agony I can imagine.

Chapter 60

Clara

I’ve always felt fine about my body. It’s strong, fast, and not bad to look at.

But I’ve never felt particularly sexy.

The way RJ’s looking at me right now, like I’m the best damn dessert he’s ever had the pleasure of eating?

I feel gorgeous, hot, seductive. A whole long list of adjectives that I’ve never applied to myself. Jansen grinds himself against my ass, and I tilt my hips back, wanting his pleasure, his teeth hungry against my skin.

I feel…wanton.

Walker stands, watching us, his shirt off, but his pants on, his orange snake tattoo bright in the room’s light. I glimpsed RJ’s back as he stripped, the whole thing a tapestry of black ink that I can’t wait to explore.

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