Page 76 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

Ryan refills our glasses of wine, then he drains his. “Being in love sucks.”

“Do you regret inviting her to our afterparty?” Lachy asks.

He twists his face into a scowl. “Hell no. I’d do it all over again, even if the result was the same heartache. Call me a glutton for punishment.”

By the time June returns to the dining room, we’re already on the second bottle of wine. No one finished their food. Her eyes are red, and her cheeks are damp, making my guilt multiply by a hundred. I make a move to stand but she motions with her hand. “No, don’t get up.”

“Lass... were you crying?”

She sniffles, pressing her lips together. Her facial muscles are all tense, as if she’s trying to keep herself together. “I... I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

Ryan’s face crumbles. “Peaches...”

“It is not that I don’t love you. It’s scares me how much I do. But... there are other things to consider. I understand if you want to end things now. I won’t hold it against you.”

Lachy gets out of his chair and pulls her into a hug. “We aren’t going to end anything. It’s okay. We should have waited longer.”

She leans back and looks into his eyes. “What if I can’t ever give you what you want? It isn’t fair to anyone.”

“Do youwantto break up?” I ask through the lump in my throat. The idea of not being with her anymore is pure agony.

Her eyes widen. “No. That’s the last thing I want.”

I get up, and while June is still in Lachy’s arms, I cup her cheek and slant my lips over hers. I take my time savoring her mouth, letting her know I need her like the air I breathe. Ryan joins us, then drops into a crouch and puts one of her legs over his shoulder. I break the kiss, then slide one spaghetti strap of her dress down her arm while Ryan lifts her skirt and disappears underneath the drapes of fabric.

June gasps, arching her back. An invitation I can’t resist. I trail open kisses on her shoulder and up her neck. Dinner is completely forgotten.

But Winston decides we’re playing games and comes to join the fun. He jumps on Ryan, distracting him from what he’s doing.

“Okay. We’d better move to the bedroom,” I say.

“Right.” Ryan unfurls from his crouch, lifting June off the floor and throwing her over his shoulder.

She squeaks. “What are you doing?”

“Moving this party to a better location,” he replies.

Lachy is the last one to follow us into her bedroom, and he makes sure Winston doesn’t slip through before he can close the door. Winston complains. “Sorry, buddy.”

“Can you put me down, please?” June asks.

Ryan looks at me, and smirks. “Not so fast. Jake wants a taste.” He pushes her panties aside, revealing her pink pussy.

My cock is so hard now, it’s straining against my jeans. I need relief, but I can’t resist the offering. I step closer, replacing Ryan’s hand with mine, and lick June as if she were a delicious popsicle. Moaning, she squirms in Ryan’s hold, making him dig his fingers into her ass.

“Give me a kiss, lass,” Lachy groans, and a moment later, her kitten sounds disappear.

Before Ryan complains, I step back. “Put her down.”

He sets June in the middle of the mattress, and I can’t help but think she looks like a bride on her wedding night, with her white dress and flushed cheeks. Ryan’s suggestion that we marry her comes to the forefront of my mind. Obviously, she can’t legally marry all of us, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have a marriage. If anyone can share a wife and make it work, it’s us.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say in awe. “I can never get tired of looking at you.”

“You make mefeelbeautiful.”

Ryan joins her on the mattress, sliding next to her. He runs his fingers across her cleavage, making her chest heave. “Any special requests tonight, Peaches?”

She swallows hard. “Anything you want.”

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