Page 93 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

I set the beer bottle on a bookshelf by the door—I need the use of both hands. “No one will know.” I kiss her again, deeper than before. I’m burning up, and it’s not the costume making me hot this time. June’s touch is making me feverish. I place open kisses on her neck while cupping her breasts over her dress.

A knock on the door contradicts my earlier statement that no one would know. “Lachy, open up.”

For fuck’s sake.

June pushes me back, her eyes round. “It’s Ryan.”

I’m not letting him in if he came here to scold me. “What do you want?”

“Open the door, Lachy,” Jake replies instead.

Bloody hell. They were nowhere near us when I brought June in here. How did they know?

June steps out of the way, and I open the door just a little. “Do you have June radar or something?”

Ryan pushes the door open, and he and Jake barge in.

“We saw you, dumbass. You weren’t supposed to steal her away,” Ryan grumbles.

“We should go back to the party. People will notice our absence,” June pipes up.

Jake looks at June. His eyes shine with appreciation as he takes in her disheveled appearance, and then he locks the door. “Or we can stay a little longer.”

June’s lips part. Her lipstick is completely gone, and her lips are swollen. “You can’t be serious.”

Snapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to me, making sure she won’t escape. “We’re serious, lass. How can you be surprised?” I lean closer and whisper in her ear, “You’re the hottest woman at this party.”

“I second that.” Jake steps closer.

“Third.” Ryan smiles. “Is that even a thing? I third that?”

“No,” June replies, but gasps when I reach under her skirt and find her soaking wet pussy.

“Do you like that, my beautiful lass?” I grin from ear to ear.

Her eyes close, and a moan escapes her lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Your wet pussy says otherwise.” I kiss the corner of her mouth.

“You’re all a bad influence,” she replies.

“Don’t hog her, Lachy,” Ryan complains.

June turns to him. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

While Ryan takes possession of her mouth, I draw my tongue down her cleavage and unfasten the buttons on the front of her dress. I overheard June and Katrina talking earlier about the improvement June made to the original design, and I approve.

June’s wearing a white lacy bra that makes me ache to run my tongue over her nipples. “Lass... you don’t play to lose, do you?”

She ends the kiss with Ryan and looks down, locking her gaze with mine. Her eyes are hooded and shining with raw desire. “Never.”

“No time to talk, Junebug,” Jake whispers. “I need to be inside you now.”

“You can say that again,” Ryan chimes in.

“Agreed. The motion passes,” I add.

She chuckles. “What was in those Jell-O shots Katrina gave you?”

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