Page 63 of Pucked and Pregnant

Her breath catches in her throat.

“You’d get off on that wouldn’t you? Showing every last one of those bastards who you actually belong to.”

“If you feel that strongly about the blazer then why toss it across the room?”

“It was in my way. And you didn’t answer my question,” I say, slipping my hands under the silk of her shirt.

“What question is that?”

“If you got off on people watching you.”

“No.”

I sink my teeth into her shoulder and she moans.

“Liar. You haven’t been able to take your eyes off Connor from the second your back hit my chest. Admit it, angel. You’re a dirty little exhibitionist. You like people watching you get off.”

“No,” she gasps. “Not people. Just you three.”

“Say that again,” Connor demands.

“I only like it when it’s with the three of you. It doesn’t feel as good with anyone else. Never has.”

He crosses the room and drops to his knees in front of her. I hear the telltale sound of fabric tearing and her surprised squeal.

“Do you have any idea how much…”

“I’ll buy you three more. Now spread your legs for me.”

Apparently she doesn’t move fast enough for him, because he throws her leg over his shoulder.

“I’m not going to let you fall,” I say, steadying her.

I keep waiting for that possessive feeling to overtake me as she moans in pleasure with someone else but it never comes. Knowing my friend is tongue deep in her pussy only makes me want to please her more. I drop one of my hands to her ass and squeeze hard.

“Do you want?—”

“Yes.”

I hold two fingers in front of her lips. She sucks them into her mouth making promises with her tongue that my dick is desperate for her to keep.

“Good girl.”

My hand dips back to her ass and teases at her back entrance. Just the barest brush of my finger is enough to have her coming hard on Connor’s face.

Once I’ve eased my finger all the way inside of her, she turns into something feral. Her hips rock against me and her hand fists in Connor’s hair in a desperate attempt for more.

It doesn’t take long for the two of us to pull a second then a third orgasm from her. When she collapses against me breathinghard, it takes all my self-control not to throw her on the bed and take her right then.

Connor pulls her into a kiss, then gives her a gentle push toward me. The look on his face as he lets her go tells me his control is also dangling by a thread.

She tastes like her own liquid heat and sin.

This has to be the greatest high in the world.

When we finally break apart, I have to catch my breath.

“Fuck the tub,” Connor says. “I’m not going to last long enough to see that plan through. Aiden, get your ass in here.”

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