Page 98 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Dress. Now.”

But I don’t miss the ghost of a grin he shoots me before kicking open his door and hopping out.

I glance at the other man watching me. His powerful body is still tilted in my direction, but he’s leaning back against his door, one arm draped across the back of my seat. Our eyes lock and I tingle at the penetrating stare he levels on my face.

Christian leans forward and captures my chin. He tilts my face to his and strokes his lips over mine. It’s done with such gentle devotion, my chest cinches. My head rushes. I gasp and he lightly flicks his tongue in to tease mine.

“You’re fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, barely drawing back, not even when he sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip. “You did so good.”

Warmth spreads across my heart and spills into my cheeks. He just smiles and tilts his face to plant a kiss to my brow before following his brother out of the truck, leaving me to dress alone.

My legs are still coursing with tingling ripples of electricity when I nudge my door open a few minutes later and step down onto the footrest. There’s a sweet, aching thrum between my thighs I can easily get used to, and a tender spot at the crown of my head from getting slammed into the car door that I find hilarious, but I regret nothing. It was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m dying to do it again on a bed, with both men fully naked.

Daniel appears before me, his golden eyes taking me in with that mischievous little smirk that makes my face warm.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I grumble, not really meaning it; I love the way he looks at me.

His strong hands settle on my waist and holds me steady. I instinctively twine my arms around his neck and lean into him.

At eye level, I’m at the perfect height to brush my lips over his, still a little giddy on the fact that I can. Yesterday when he was keeping me at arm’s length and touching him practicallysent him out of his skin feels like a million years ago. I’m not entirely sure how it all changed, but I don’t care.

“Like what, pretty doll?” he growls in that tone that reminds me I’m not wearing panties because of him. “Like my cum isn’t running down your pretty thighs right now?”

“Daniel!” I gasp, amused and horrified.

He snickers as he leans in and catches my bottom lip with his teeth. He nips and tugs until I moan.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to use your pretty cunt as my own personal cum dump. To just bend you over wherever you’re standing and pick a hole.”

He’s soaking the crotch of my jeans. He’s liquefying my insides and releasing his seed back down my body. He’s making me want to drag him back into the truck and force him to clean his mess.

Instead, all I can do is press myself deeper into him and whisper, “Take me home, Daddy.”

Daniel kisses me. It’s slow and consuming. I’m a puddle by the time he allows me air again.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.

I shake my head. “I loved every second.”

He strokes my cheek lightly, that way he does when he’s comforting me. “You were perfect, baby girl. You make me very happy.”

Unadulterated happiness drizzles through me in a sweet rush that makes my head foggy and my heart race. I bump my nose to his because all words have failed me.

He smiles and draws back to help me down. His warm fingers stay protectively wrapped around my hand as he closes the door behind me and turns to the man over his shoulder. “Let’s eat.”

I expect us to head back inside to order food. I’m starving. It’s already well after noon and we haven’t had a thing to eat, and I’m beginning to suspect, between the two, I’m going to need allmy strength. But Christian moves to the passenger’s side door and pulls out two greasy bags and a soggy drink holder. I guess he was ordering while Daniel had me bent in half in the back seat.

“Oh, you are the best person in the world,” I whimper, hurrying over to grab one of the bags.

“Hear that?” He smirks at Daniel, who rolls his eyes. “I’m thebestperson.”

“She’s only saying that because you have food,” he mumbles, grinning.

I block out the rest of their teasing and tear open the bag to the greasy scent of deep-fried meat and warm bread. I inhale deeply while thrusting my hand inside for a crisp, golden fry.

I’m munching and moaning around the delicious morsel when Daniel guides me to the back of the truck. The tail bed is open, and he hoists me up onto the edge. He and Christian hop up on either side, sandwiching me between them. The bag is taken from me. A single sachet of fries is stuffed into my hand while they divide the food.

An easy sort of silence settles over our little group. A comfortable calm I know I could easily get used to.

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