Page 73 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

Quinn’s eyebrow arches. “You don’t get to come.”

“You’re not serious,” she replies.

“Are you willing to risk it?” I say, perching on the arm of the loveseat.

Lexie swallows. “Is that a trick question?”

“Ten,” I say.

Lexie tugs off her sweater, revealing a cream-colored camisole that outlines the soft swell of her breasts. Her erect nipples press into the fabric, making me crazy.

“Nine,” Quinn says.

Lexie unbuttons her jeans.

“Eight…”

With a quick tug, she slides her jeans down her hips. While Quinn and I take turns counting down, Lexie finally gets them over her ankles.

“Five…”

Her bikini underwear matches her camisole, and I wonder if she paired them together this morning while thinking about us.

If only you were mine, princess. I’d do so many dirty, filthy things to you.

“Four.”

It’s as if she reads my thoughts, because she locks eyes with me while tugging her camisole up.

“Three.”

A blush of pink is rising up her chest. Her pert, dark nipples beg for my mouth. I’m going to have to bite my fingers to keep my cool. She lifts her locket from her neck and sets it on the side table.

“Two.”

She peels down her underwear and drops them to the floor, looking satisfied, and eager, with a playful gleam in her eyes.

“Very good.” Quinn says. “Now get on your back.”

“Here?” she asks, frowning at the floor.

Quinn chuckles. “No, sunshine.” He taps the couch.

Lexie’s eyes sparkle with delight. “Okay.”

Quinn yanks off his shirt and climbs between her thighs, kissing slowly up and teasing her until she’s writhing and gasping. I stroke myself over my pants while she comes undone, her soft cries blending with storm raging outside, creating sweet music I could listen to all night.

Breathing hard, Lexie goes limp. She gazes at me and holds out her hand.

I slip behind her on the couch and cradle her fingers in mine. She draws my hand to her heart and together, our clasped fingers rest there while we both breathe.

I force my brain to think rationally, but there’s too much energy sparking between the three of us.

Lexie rolls over and gazes up at me.

Quinn settles on the armrest of the couch. With a sultry glance at me, he caresses down the backs of her slender calf.

Lexie rises on her knees to kiss me, her soft tongue flicking against mine. The fire crackles and rain streaks down the window glass.

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