Page 102 of The Friend Zone

Like the night in Bridgeport, I brace myself for a wave of jealousy at the sight of the woman I love in someone else’s arms, but it doesn’t come. I’m under no illusion that I’m ok with this because it’s Ryker and Jagger who are taking turns kissing her.

If it was anyone else, I’d rip them to pieces for just thinking about touching my girl. But Ryker and Jagger are my best friends if I don’t count Bay. They love her just as much as I do, and I love and respect them.

Most of all, I know this is what Bay wants. And what I want more than anything is to see her happy. If that includes Jagger and Ryker, I’m ok with it because Bay loves me too. I have no doubt about that.

There’s also the fact that seeing her with them is hotter than I ever thought possible.

Things happen quickly once Ryker looks at our other teammate with a mischievous smile. “So you were about to go down on her, huh? Remember when you made me apologize to her?”

Jagger nods. “Yeah. I fucked Bay from behind while you ate her out.”

Ryker’s smile widens. “How about we trade places this time around? Would you like that, Cinnamon?” his lips glide down the column of Bay’s neck.

“Yes.” She whimpers. “I would love that. But I already told Jagger that I forgive him for all the misunderstandings between us.”

The corner of Jagger’s lips quirk up in the beginning of a smile. “That’s true. I don’t mind confirming how so very sorry I am, though.”

“If that’s the case, on your knees,” Ryker demands.

And I’ll be damned. But Jagger sinks to his knees, his eyes fixed on Bay. I’ve never seen Jagger take orders from anyone aside from Coach, so this is interesting.

“Jagger.” Bay squirms when he begins to lower the zipper at the side of her skirt at a torturously slow pace. “Hurry.”

He chuckles. “Patience, Nova. This is an expensive suit. I don’t want to ruin it.”

Bay’s eyes glimmer, fierce under her long lashes. “Fuck the suit. I need your mouth on me.”

“You have no idea how hot it is when you tell me what you want without me having to ask, Nova.” Jagger praises her. “You know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you, right?”

Bay nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as Jagger lowers the dark blue pencil skirt down her hips. “I know.”

The view from where I’m standing is spectacular.

Ryker keeps raining kisses down Bay’s neck, sliding the blue jacket of her suit down her arms. “Arms up, Cinnamon.” He pauses his kisses to lift the silk of her white blouse over her head, leaving our girl in a delicate set of pink lace underwear.

“Jesus,” Jagger groans. “I don’t know about you guys, but she looks good enough to eat.”

He doesn’t wait for our response, lowering his head to her lace clad pussy.

At the same time as Jagger sucks her clit through the thin, slightly rough fabric of the lace of her panties, Ryker moves the back of them to the side.

“She’s so wet for us,” he informs us, running two fingers between her legs, parting the soft, bare lips of her pussy.

“Ryker,” she begs.

The tone of her voice goes straight to my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of them. Off of her.

“I’ve got you, Cinnamon,” he reassures her.

While they were kissing her and undressing her, they walked her to the king-sized bed of the presidential suite.

Ryker makes quick work of lowering his pants. “Sit on me.” He commands, sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock jutting out toward Bay’s perfect ass.

He keeps her panties to the side, helping Bay lower herself onto his hard shaft.

Ryker leans slightly backward, giving himself room to grind his hips into her. Jagger is kneeling between Bay’s soft thighs, working her with his tongue through the lace of her panties.

“Oh my God,” Bay squirms between my best friends.

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