Page 115 of Hunted: Season Two

We hum along to the holiday music being played by the live band yet as soon as we get deeper into the wooded area, we’ve somehow managed to catch up with Jolene’s carriage.

Bet she stressed her horse out so hard he needed a poop break.

Rather than complain about the view or minor delay, I let a dangerous but delicious idea take root.

“Sir,” I quietly purr pulling his attention over to me and away from the candy cane display, “I need you to warm me up.”

Wolfish groans are attached to him sliding his other hand underneath the blanket. “Say please, you dirty little slut.”

“Please,” slips free in tandem with me spreading my legs wider, knee purposely bumping into Kipp’s.

He instantly shifts his stare to the unseen sight, lets his hand do the same as our boyfriend’s, and whispers, “Don’t let anybody hear you scream.” Kipp leans over to allow his lips to brush the shell of my ear. “Can you do that, good girl?”

It’s almost impossible to swallow my whimpers, but I do.

And I do it while glaring at the woman who is pretending that she’s not curiously watching.

“Open,” Sir commands, hot breath feathering the space near my earlobe. “Wider.” Following his instruction has him slipping his mouth over to mine and finger across my thong covered clit. One swipe of his tongue delivered in tandem with one swipe of his thumb results in me already wanting to scream, yet when Kipp’s tongue unexpectedly joins us as his finger slipspast the panty barrier, I can’t contain the whimpers scrambling to get loose.

Sir abruptly pulls back just enough to scold, “You scream, you don’t come.” He presses a little harder on the sensitive nub. “Got it?”

I dreamily nod, hooded gaze almost incapable of seeing we still have an audience.

His fingers slide underneath the material at the same time his mouth glides itself down the side of my neck.

Licking.

And nipping.

And licking again.

Rather than leave my mouth free to possibly get into trouble, the very place its headed, Kid takes control.

Clamps it closed with his.

Traps the increasing moans inside while the two of them do something surprising below.

Having one finger working me is what I predict.

Having them take turns is what I envision.

However, having them fold hands on top of my pussy, so that both of their middle fingers can fuck me together – as one – doesn’t cross my mind until the first push deep inside has me practically levitating off the seat.

“Fuckin’ take ‘em both, you dirty little whore,” Sir growls, teeth grating themselves up towards my jaw. Chin. “Ride ‘em.” Kid’s lips finally fall from mine. “Show that bitch that’s watching, what she’s really jealous of.”

A tiny guilt filled bite of my bottom lip is stolen.

Okay.

So, he knows.

Of course, he knows.

I wasn’t subtle about it, and neither was she.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with it.

Which is good.

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