Page 86 of The Charlie Method

I look from one guy to the other.

“Ask for the bill.”

Will thrusts his arm up to signal the waiter before I can even close my mouth. Yeah. Someone’s eager to leave too.

I slip my sweater on and button it up, then shoulder my purse and follow the boys out the door. My heartbeat is out of control again, ready to combust the closer we get to the parking lot. I didn’t bring a coat because I’d only be walking from the car to the door, and the brisk November air chills my face and puckers my nipples. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering as we cross the nearly deserted lot to my car.

“You cold?” Beckett murmurs.

I nod.

“Come here. I’ll warm you up.”

The next thing I know, he’s stepping up behind me. Two strong, muscular arms surround me. One locks around my waist, his hand resting on my upper thigh. He uses his other hand to sweep my hair away from my face, letting it fall down my back.

Then he rests his cheek against mine and whispers, “Give Larsen his good-night kiss.”

Every inch of me throbs as I stand there flush with Beckett’s body. I feel a hard bulge pressing against my ass, the heat of his heavy pecs against my shoulder blades.

Will moves in front of me. At five five, I’m taller than average, but I still have to tilt my head back to look at him. These boys are so tall. I feel miniature sandwiched between them.

Will takes another step closer. His hand lowers to my hip, while the warmth of Beckett’s palm brands my other side. Will’s other hand strokes my cheek with an almost possessive confidence.

“Kiss me good night, Charlie.”

He won’t do it without my permission, I realize. Without me initiating it. I appreciate that, but I also hate being thrust into this position, the one propelling the boat. I want to let the current take over and just be carried along with it. But I understand his need for total clarity. I already know that Will and Beckett want to kiss me. I have to show them that I want it too.

I rise on my tiptoes and close the distance between our lips. The move causes my ass to push back against Beckett’s growing erection, and I hear his groan in my ear at the same time as Will’s mouth covers mine. He tastes like beer and the mint that came with the check.

His kiss is not gentle, but it’s not rough either. It’s a kiss that says he knows exactly what he wants, and he’s used to getting it. The passion of it is almost overwhelming. I melt against him, my tongue eager to taste his, and I’m breathless when he finally pulls away.

Breathing hard himself, he squeezes my waist with both hands, slowly turning me around until I find Beckett’s silver-gray eyes dancing at me.

He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Kiss me good night, Charlie.”

Oh my God.

I’m nearing peak level arousal. I’m afraid that the moment our lips touch, a spontaneous orgasm might sweep through me. My clit is tight and throbbing. My nipples hurt. I’m breathing hard.

I gasp when Will slides his hands through my hair to tip my head back. I grab Beckett by the collar and tug him toward me, but unlike Will, Beckett teases me, his lips just barely grazing mine. It’s infuriating and thrilling at the same time, making me want him even more.

After what feels like an eternity of playful tension, he lets me have it. His lips move against mine in a slow, teasing rhythm, as if he’s savoring every second. Beckett’s kiss is as hungry as Will’s, as skillful. But he continues to tease, depriving me of his tongue until I’m the one chasing it into his mouth.

When our tongues finally meet, I release a satisfied moan and hear Will’s hoarse voice say, “Fuck. That’s such a sweet sound.”

I never want it to end, whimpering when Beckett ends the kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says.

I blink. My heartbeat is still erratic. “What?”

“Unlock your car.”

I do it, my hand shaking as I click the key fob.

Beckett opens the driver’s side door for me. “Drive safe, okay? Message when you get home so we know you made it back all right.”

“That’s it?” I say in confusion. “You don’t want to…”

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