Page 11 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

I break apart from Jake, turning around. “I figured as much. Let me put some clothes on, and I’ll take him to the vet.”

Ryan’s brows furrow before he switches his attention to Jake and Lachy, who are still standing behind me. Then he shakes his head. “There’s no need, Peaches. I’ll take him. You stay here with Jake and Lachy. I’m sure you want to… catch up.”

The upcurl of his lips tells me his idea of catching up is very different than mine.

“Oh, okay. I still need to get dressed though. I’ll be right back.” I run to the bedroom before they can stop me.

It might be futile to put clothes on when I know I won’t stay in them long, but I don’t feel in the least sexy wrapped in a bloodied towel and with tangled hair. In the bathroom, I soak the towel in hot water to remove the bloodstain and then brush my hair.

My face is still flushed, and my freckles are on full display. I don’t want to put on too much makeup and seem like I’m trying too hard, but I do want to minimize the dark circles under my eyes. As for clothes, I pick something easy to take off—a floral dress that buttons up the front. Shoes are a must since there are shards of glass to clean up. With my luck, I’d end up cutting my foot.

If I had time, I’d blow-dry my hair, but I don’t want to leave Jake and Lachy alone for too long. I haven’t properly shown them how much I’ve missed them.

Just as I’m about to return to the living room, the oven timer goes off. Holy shit. My pie! I completely forgot about it. Thank God I remembered to set the timer.

When I return to the kitchen, I find Lachy standing in front of the oven and Jake mopping the floor.

Lachy turns to me. “I think your pie is ready. Should I take it out?”

“I can do that. You didn’t need to clean up the mess, by the way.”

“It wasn’t a problem, June.” Jake smiles, then puts the mop away.

Lachy ignores me and, wearing oven mitts, he takes out the pie and sets it on the counter. “This smells delicious, lass.”

“Well, that’s for dessert. And we need to wait for Ryan to get back.”

Jake and Lachy trade a glance, then Jake says, “Sure. We can wait for Ryan to eat your pie.”

Lachy steps closer. “But we don’t need to wait for him to eatyou.”

CHAPTER 7

JUNE

Iswallow the lump in my throat and try to slow down my accelerated heartbeat. I’ve been dreaming about being with them again, but with my newfound awareness, I’m nervous. I shouldn’t be intimate with them before I tell them the truth, but this could very well be the last time we’re together. My confession might send them running to the hills.

“You want to eat me?” I squeak. “Right here in Mrs. Carpenter’s apartment?”

Jake comes closer too, sporting a cheeky grin. “She has a king-size bed, doesn’t she?”

“Yup.” My breathing is already ragged, and I didn’t even screw them yet. “Okay, bedroom then.”

I pivot, fighting the urge to run into the bedroom. I do walk fast, but not as fast as them. I barely cross the threshold when Jake’s arm circles my waist, and he kisses my neck. My body melts into his, and my anxiety disappears.

Closing my eyes, I sigh, “Jake...”

“You taste so sweet, Junebug.” He keeps peppering my neck with open-mouth kisses, effectively turning my bones into jelly.

I sense Lachy’s presence in front of me, so I open my eyes. The fire burning in his blue eyes is enough to make me comeon the spot. My clit throbs, already anticipating pleasure beyond comprehension.

“You do taste like pure honey, lass.” He brings his lips to mine, coaxing them open with his tongue. The kiss is long, deep, and sensual, and paired with the attention Jake is giving me, I’m already seeing stars.

Jake moves one of his hands south until it’s under my dress and between my legs. I arch my back, and soon, Lachy’s hand is cupping my breast. I’m glad I’m sandwiched between them. If they weren’t keeping me anchored to the floor, I’d be levitating, for I’m as light as a feather.

Jake slides his fingers under my panties and finds my clit. I’m already so wet, he can glide them easily across my bundle of nerves. With each swipe, he nudges me closer and closer to the edge. I moan against Lachy’s lips, and his response is a deep, throaty groan.

He pulls back, then drops to his knees, bunching my skirt up in the process. “Let’s get you out of these panties, lass.”

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