Page 49 of Dozer

My dick swelled, unbelievably hard. I shoved my hand into the front of my jeans to adjust. Pre-cum trickled from the head, and pressure built in my balls.

I slipped my hand into my pocket, grabbed my cigarettes, and pulled out a blunt from the cellophane.Her gaze tracked every move I made. Stuffing my hand into my jeans pocket, I found my Zippo. As I stood and stepped up to her, I pinched the joint between my lips.

Striking the flame, I lit the joint, inhaled, and waited.

Her lips parted on a sigh. My mouth hovered over hers. I exhaled the smoke as she breathed it in. This time, as she held her breath, I kissed her. She tasted of whiskey and heat. Her velvety tongue glided along mine. Hot and wet. I sucked her mouth, pressing closer, crushing her breasts to my chest.

Romeo tapped my shoulder. I broke the kiss. He set the whiskey on the table, and I handed him the joint.

She lifted the hem of my shirt. My stomach quivered with the first touch of her fingers to my flesh. I reached behind my head, grasped the collar, and tugged it off.

I’d been naked with her before, but not to touch, not to possess, not the way I needed. Mostlynotsober. Her fingers gently traced the tattoos on my chest. The Heller mayhem covered my ribs. Dark and disturbing images covered my back and shoulders. Skulls, birds of prey, blood, and violence. All the dangerous thoughts that twisted inside me. Her gaze lifted to mine.

She was none of those things.

Once Romeo had taken a hit, he handed the joint to Pippa. She drew a long steady inhale, stood on her tiptoes, then shared her breath with me. I groaned as she licked my lips and swirled her tongue into my mouth. With a growl, I reached for her hip, but myfingers brushed Romeo’s hand already pinning her between us.

My gaze connected with his. My jaw was tight, my dick hard, and my mind floated on a high.

Romeo smiled as he stepped backwards with Pippa locked tight to him, her back to his chest. His arm banded around her ribs just below her breast. “I’m ready to fuck our girl,” he said.

I burned the last of the blunt with a long hard hit and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. Then I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and followed him into her bedroom.

Pippa

Romeo’s cock ground against my ass. His smiling lips brushed my skin. I loved the way he made me feel, like we had all night to laugh and fuck. No rush and no pressure.

My thoughts stuttered on Dozer. His hooded gaze made me nervous. He didn’t look at me. He stared into me, as if he could see into my soul. If he could, he’d know I didn’t need light and laughter the way I needed him.

Romeo turned me in his arms and slanted his lips over mine. His tongue teased and tempted. God, his mouth. I moaned and delved into his kiss, tasting, sucking, and nibbling. He guided me backwards, and when my legs bumped the mattress, he tumbled me down to the bed.

“Are you happy?” he asked against my lips.

I smiled and weaved my fingers into his long hair. “I am. Make sure he’s okay. Don’t forget he’s here.”

With his knee, he spread my thighs. “I’ve got you.” He spoke low so only I could hear him. “And I’ve got him.”

I nodded and tilted my head, looking for Dozer. He stood behind Romeo, his gaze on me, and the bottle tipped to his lips. Heat rushed through my veins. The one that made me smile hovered over me, and the one who haunted my dreams lurked in the shadows of my room.

The longer we stared at each other, the more his eyes darkened.

Romeo kissed along my neck, across my collarbone, and finally closed his mouth over my nipple. My back bowed as delicious sensations zinged from the stiffening tip into my clit. When he kissed my lips again, I ran my hands over his smooth muscular chest, along the ridges of his torso, and onto his hips. I shifted and licked the flat of his nipple.

“What do you want?” Romeo asked me, a smile playing at his lips.

“I want you to fuck me.” Fuck me for Dozer. “I want you to make me come.” I spoke loud enough for Dozer to hear. “And then I want Dozer.” I craved him. I was desperate for him, to give him what he needed, but he was too far from me.

More. I needed more. I ached to smell him, to touch him. I couldn’t torture him. He wanted me, too, and not just to watch. I could see it in the way he looked at me, the way he pulled me close, then pushed me away.

Romeo lifted off me and unsnapped his jeans. “Dozer, our girl wants you closer.”

I scooted to the center of the bed.

Romeo stripped out of his jeans and boxers. His cock, thick, hard, and ready, stretched toward his navel from a tightly groomed thatch of dark hair. Lean muscle cut his form. His hair flopped onto his face. He combed it back with his fingers.

For a moment, he waited. Then he fisted his cock and stroked the length. His light green eyes danced as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Making Dozer take what he wanted, to drop his hard, cold shield, and trust in us.

My gaze shifted from him to Dozer.

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