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Chapter 13

Eve

Colerubs his hand up and down my side, pulling me closer. He’d decided we’d sit together in the back seat because, according to him, we haven’t had enough cuddle time. I should have seen it for the setup that it is. My boyfriend’s using this opportunity to drive me insane with his stepdad so close in the front seat.

He runs his teeth along the curve of my ear before sucking on the bottom. “Let me make you feel good.”

Heat floods through me with his words and the way his breath fans out over my neck. I twist in my seat to kiss him, but he pulls me over his lap so my back is to his chest and buckles us together.

“Safety first.” His hand runs under my jacket and up my stomach, not stopping until he grips my breast, drawing a moan from my lips. I glance up to where Griffin watches us through the rearview mirror until he’s forced to look back at the road.

“Doing that without me is a cruel form of torture,” he murmurs from the front seat.

Cole unzips my jacket and lifts my sweater. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Just make her feel good.”

“Yes, sir,” Cole replies, reaching down between my thighs, grinding his palm against my clit. My core clenches, wanting more.

He slips his hand below my bra and pinches my nipple hard enough that I gasp, my head falling back to his shoulder.

“Like that?” Cole asks, and Griffin replies with a grunt.

“Stop teasing her and make it quick. We’re almost home.”

“How about you? Do you want me to touch you?” Cole asks, already knowing the answer.

“Please,” I beg.

“You hear our girl?” Cole slips his fingers under my bottoms and groans. “She’s already soaked.”

“Tell me,” Griffin commands.

Cole enters me with two fingers, stroking them back and forth. “She’s taking my fingers so well.”

Their words have me losing control, pressing my hips forward, chasing the feeling of Cole’s hand.

I gasp as his movements quicken. My core clenches as Cole gives a play-by-play of everything we’re doing and presses down on the sensitive spot inside me with each stroke.

I cry out, calling their names.

“Fuck,” Griffin says from the front and pulls off to the side of the road. He turns back to us. “Let me see her.”

Cole doesn’t hesitate and pushes my clothes down to my ankles, spreading my knees wide so they hang on either side of his.

“See how her greedy pussy takes my fingers?” Cole says, filling me again.

I can’t hold back from chanting their names as pleasure courses in my veins.

Griffin moves closer, the seats the only thing holding him back from getting to us. “Add another one. I want to see you stretch her.”

It’s Cole’s turn to groan as he adds a third. The pressure builds with each of his movements, and my breath catches in my lungs until my head goes fuzzy.

“Look at me, Baby Girl.”

My gaze snaps to Griffin, who’s watching me with hunger. “You’re doing such a good job. Your pussy is dripping all over him.”

I moan, and Cole presses his palm into my clit, not slowing down.