Page 84 of Unwrapping Deviance

Her face burns crimson, but she’s still in my arms. She’s still peering up at Christian as he closes his fingers into her jaw with her hair still caught in his grasp. Her small hands fly up to his shoulders. I’m not sure if she meant to push him away, but she doesn’t stop him when he drops his face inches from hers.

“If I made the mess, I should be the one to lick it clean before we go in, don’t you think?”

Mira’s loud inhale breaks into a weak moan I feel where my palms have travelled down to flatten against her tummy, half tucked inside her shorts. Shorts that Christian picks idly at the button of while staring into Mira’s wide, pleading eyes.

“Or your daddy can while I hold his little girl open and let him eat—”

Mira’s hand claps over Christian’s mouth. She silences his very enticing offer. She’s breathing hard and her scent is a wild inferno burning up around us. Even the skin beneath my touch blazes as if she has a fever.

“Stop,” she begs, trembling against my chest. “Please. I...”

I slide my hand deeper the same time Christian flicks her button open, giving me room to cup all that hot, liquid heat soaking her panties.

Mira melts with a shivering sob.

“Do you want Daddy to lick your pussy again, little girl?” he taunts around her palm while I rub her swollen clit.

We’re rewarded with her sweet submission as she practically dissolves into my chest.

“Please,” she gasps, head falling back against my shoulder, hips rolling in time with my strokes. “Please.”

Christian captures her wrist and tugs her hand down. He smirks into her flushed face but says nothing when lowering himself down in front of her.

“Open your baby’s pussy for me, Danny,” he says, hands closing into the V of her shorts.

“Spread your legs, my pretty toy,” I whisper harshly into her ear. “We have to clean your mess.”

Mira does. She widens her stance and watches Christian drag the soft material over her hips, baring her pretty, pink panties to the world. Beneath the scrap of fabric, I have her lips spread between two fingers, her clit ready for his tongue. My baby iswhining and begging and making the most pathetic whimpering sounds.

But a car door slamming nearby has the moment shattering. Mira flinches and Christian yanks her shorts back up. I pull the material closed and fasten it in place.

I turn her into my chest and hold her as she gasps and trembles. Her back shudders under the palms I stroke along the curve. Over her head, I meet Christian’s starved expression, his pluming annoyance and desire.

He shoves five fingers back through his hair and blows out a breath even while his gaze sweeps the area around us.

“You both made it worse,” Mira groans into the front of my shirt.

“Ten minutes,” I promise into the top of her head. “Ten minutes and we’ll go home and take care of you.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MIRA

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“We’ll go home and take care of you.”

I may not have had all the experience in the world, but I definitely knew what that meant, and I wish it wasn’t a dirty soundtrack playing on repeat in my brain right along with the fact that Daniel was about to let his brother lick my pussy.

He was going to let his brother taste me. He’d parted my lips, bared my aching clit in offering to the other man’s tongue, and Christian ... he’d been so close. I could almost feel his warm breath through the single fabric between us and I ... I nearly came. Right there. In the middle of an open parking lot.

I wanted him to run his tongue between his brother’s fingers and over my clit. I wanted him to dip deep between my trembling thighs and taste what they were doing to me.

Every ounce of dignity had gone out the window the second they’d cornered me like wolves. The second Daniel caged me against his chest and fingered my pussy, priming me, getting me ready. Not that he’d needed to. After that kiss with Christian, the finger fucking with Daniel, I’m so on edge a gust of wind could send me over.

But there is no wind in the stuffy store lined with rows of things I don’t understand. I don’t even know why we’re here. We should have gone home. I’m upset by the interruption, by the relentless and cruel thrum between my thighs. I’m annoyed. Actually annoyed.

Irritable.

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