Page 32 of Set Me On Fire

“It wasn’t, and if this is the way for me to get more, I’m in.”

She smiled then, that beautiful golden thing that caught my attention in the schoolyard, but this was decidedly not high school behaviour. Millie reached up and tugged him down, his lips crushing hers with a pent-up passion I understood well. His hand slid down from her throat, pulling her shirt upwards. A strange sound formed in my throat. One part moan, one part whine, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.

But I knew exactly how I was responding.

My feet moved me closer, my hands rising as Charlie left off kissing her to stare up at Millie, then down at her bra. He smiled like a kid at Christmas who’d gotten all the presents he wanted and now he was going to unwrap them. The bra clasp was flicked open with expert ease and then slid free.

Fuck.

I’d dreamed of those breasts, and yet nothing I’d visualised was as perfect as the reality. The nipples were pulled tight as if begging to be touched. Charlie grinned at the sight of them, his head darting closer, but not before he stopped and turned to stare at me.

“Like this, baby?”

He licked one nipple and her hand went to the back of his head, tugging him closer, but he held off. Instead, he brushed his lips against the slick point, before pulling back. A small sound of muffled protest had me moving closer, whatever I thought, felt, needed, pushed aside, especially when I saw her. She pulled away from Knox and said the one thing I needed to hear.

“Noah… I need?—”

She didn’t have to say another thing. A dark part of me wanted to tear her from their arms, beat my chest and then drag her off to my cave, but that wasn’t the me that had the wheel. The boy that watched her, trying to catalogue every shade of blonde and brown in her hair, he was right here, and while he had no fucking idea what to do, he knew this. If Millie McDonald wanted something from me, I’d give it to her every time.

I moved in close, brushing my mouth over hers as Knox drew closer, watching us kiss, right as my hand covered her breast. She was soft, so soft, making me only harder.

“You know what she needs.”

Charlie stared into my eyes, obviously feeling a certainty I didn’t share, but fake it before you make it, right? It’d gotten me this far and I couldn’t back down now. I lowered my head, unable to stop myself from peppering little kisses along the slope of her breast before I got to that hard little nipple. A kiss, a lick, her hand went to my head, pulling me closer, and that was all the help I needed. What was happening now threatened to take my fantasies and speed on past them as I sucked her nipple in.

Chapter 18

Millie

What the fuck was I doing?

That thought was like a leaf in a bushfire, swallowed up and burnt out of my head by the flames they stoked, because my bestie had been holding out on me. Making out with three guys was fucking amazing. Was it the wine or just the permission Charlie had given me that had my head spinning? I didn’t know, because my whole world narrowed down on sensation.

The rasp of Knox’s stubble against my chin. The way he held my head back, baring my throat to Charlie’s kisses before bestowing his own and then… Noah. Slower, more hesitant at first, but he got with the program. I felt every little kiss on my breast, my nipple aching until he came to its rescue. Mouth to mouth, that’s what it needed, every long suck sending shivers through my entire body. My hands moved, reaching blindly, feeling hard arms, broad shoulders, lips that pressed into the sensitive underside of my wrist until I was forced to pull away. They were driving me insane, and I felt like I needed to do the same. Knox stared down at me as I caught my breath, then his lips twisted into a dark smile.

“How we doing there, Millie?”

“I…” The need to reply was torn away as Charlie dropped down and Knox was treated to the sight of my response to both my nipples being sucked at once.

It made sense they were a team. They worked together like one, dragging pleasures out of me that I’d never felt until now. I squirmed, writhed, my throat working in an attempt to verbalise something, but the words wouldn’t come. Just animal sounds of pleasure. Knox’s smile widened and he nodded to himself before thumbing my pulse. The rapid skitter there told him everything he needed to know. He fit his body in against my back as his hand slid lower. My borrowed pants were unbuttoned, the zip easing down to admit his hands and then he let out a low grunt as his fingers parted my folds.

“So this is what you were hiding from us? You’re already wet. What a good girl.”

He was about to find out just how much as his fingers delved deeper. I let out a low hiss as his palm grazed my oversensitive clit. Just a few rocking movements and I’d come, I was sure of it, but then he had to go and find my entrance. The way he took his time, rubbing my wetness all over the tips of his fingers, then teasing me open, it had my teeth grinding together. I let out a sound of protest, wanting him to move things right along, when he shoved his fingers inside me.

That stretch.

It was how I’d feel when he fucked me, because wine or no, that was happening tonight. I’d walked in here wanting to feel empowered and strong, and right now was the moment I felt it. My hands held Charlie and Noah in place, scared somehow that they’d pull away. I couldn’t be allowed to feel this good, to be this selfish, could I? This room felt like it existed outside of time, outside of space.

Outside of the rules of society.

I’d nearly lost my mind when Jamie told me she was with all my brothers, but now I understood it. Every part of my body sang as they went to work, but right as my hips started to twitch frantically, Charlie pulled away. His grin was devilish as my eyes jerked down to meet his.

“Time to get you out of that damn uniform I think.”

“Not here.” I nearly sobbed as Noah pulled back, but I saw real concern in his eyes. “Anyone could walk in.”

“Bunk room.” Knox slid his hands free to grunt that out, but when I looked up at him, he winked, right before licking his fingers clean. “What I’ve got in mind, it needs somewhere better than this. You up for that?”

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