Page 59 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

“If she’s hungover tomorrow, I’m blaming you,” Jake tells me.

“Quit being a grump.” June reaches for Jake’s thigh and leans closer.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” She kisses him on the cheek then turns to me with her empty cup. “Can I have more?”

“Are you sure?” I raise a brow. “If were you drinking margaritas, maybe...”

She pouts, which makes her even more irresistible to me. “Fine. If you don’t want to serve me more alcohol, then you need to get me off. I’m horny.”

The car swerves sharply to the right before Jake regains control of it. “June... can’t you wait?”

“No, I can’t.” She unbuckles her seat belt then moves into the back seat with us.

“Yeah. Sex party!” Ryan yells.

“Really?” Jake looks in the rearview mirror.

If he wasn’t grumpy before, now he surely is. I have a huge smile on my face though. The alcohol helped, but it’s mostly June who lifted my spirits.

“Keep driving, sweetie,” June tells Jake. “Ryan and Lachy will take care of me, and when we get to the hotel, I’ll take care of you.”

“I...” He rubs his face. “Fine.”

I laugh. I bet he already has a hard-on.

“Pass me the bottle of whiskey, Lachy.” Ryan gestures with his hand. “I want to drink it off June’s sweet tits.”

“You need access to them first.” She takes off her top, revealing the lacy bra underneath.

Unable to resist, I slide my hand under the flimsy fabric and squeeze one of her breasts. She turns her face to mine and kisses me softly. But I’m not interested in soft or slow. I don’t bloody care that we’re in the back seat of the car, I want to devour my sassy girl. My cock is already straining against my pants.

June leans back and gasps when Ryan pours whiskey between her breasts and then licks the spirit right off her skin like he promised.

“You guys suck,” Jake complains.

“It’ll be worth the wait... unless you want to stop the car and join the party now,” June suggests.

“Don’t tempt me, Junebug.”

I focus my attention on her neck and slide my hand down her stomach toward her jeans. “Why are you wearing pants, lass?”

“I don’t know. Lack of common sense.”

“It’s okay, we’ll help you out of them.” I release the button, then open the zipper.

“Lift your pretty tush, Peaches,” Ryan tells her.

The background music becomes louder. Poor Jake. He’s trying to block out our noise. I don’t envy him. Ryan gets June out of her jeans, leaving her wearing her panties, which look as delicate as her bra.

“Do you want one of us to eat you out, lass?” I whisper in her ear.

“No, just fingers. I want to reciprocate.” She cups my junk, and judging by the grunt from Ryan, she did the same to him.

“Whatever you want, beautiful,” I reply tightly. “Let me help.”

I unzip my pants and free my cock. Ryan follows my example. June doesn’t waste a second before she splits her attention between us. I place open kisses on her neck and tease her nipple with my fingers while she milks me with her hand. I’m not sure what Ryan is doing, but with the way June’s breathing is getting shallower, my bet is that he has his fingers deep in her pussy.

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