Page 76 of Reckless: Collision

Jinx gives no warning—none at all—as he spreads my thighs further, one finger trailing up my exposed slit. The touch is deliberate, testing.

“No panties?” His moan carries that edge of feral delight as he brings his fingers to his lips. I watch, transfixed, as he tastes me, his amber eyes never leaving mine. “Sweeter than those damn lemon drops.”

Holy hell.

“I don’t think she’s ready to talk.” Theo’s hands find my dress straps, breaking one with swift precision. “Oops.” The other follows. “Oh no, I did it again.”

I loved this dress.

I growl at him as he tugs the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples pebble instantly, drawing groans from all four men. Lucky for me the drive slips down my chest settling at top of my stomach.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Theo’s voice drops to that omega timbre that makes my core clench. “Good girls get to keep their things. Bad girls don’t.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“Last warning.” The words rumble from Ryker’s chest, but even as he says it, his eyes catch me in the mirror, that steel-grey gaze darkening with hunger. Something primal battles beneathhis controlled exterior as his gaze drops to my exposed flesh, and the hunger is winning.

Theo just snorts, running his knuckles over my breasts in a touch that sends electricity arcing through my system.

My body responds like they’ve hacked my controls—every touch amplified, every sensation dialed to maximum. Finn watches it all in the mirror, his analytical gaze turned predatory.

“Is this necessary?” Ryker asks, but Jinx is already spreading me wider, putting me on display.

“Look at her, Alpha.” Jinx’s fingers part me with devastating accuracy. “Look how fucking wet she is, and oh—” His finger swipes through my arousal, gathering evidence of my need. “This is just from you watching her. Taste.”

“Please, Alpha.” Theo’s whine could shatter glass.

“Fucking hell.” Ryker’s hand snaps out to grip Jinx’s wrist, but his eyes lock on Theo as his tongue darts out to taste. A groan rumbles through his chest. “Christ. Better than those damn lemon drops.”

“Exactly.” Theo’s hands never stop their torment of my breasts. “Now Cayenne, are you ready to talk?”

Not even close. Though forming coherent thoughts is becomingincreasinglydifficult.

“Didn’t think so.” Jinx chuckles, the sound vibrating through me where he’s pressed against my back. “I think Finn has the best tongue for the job. Think you can make it happen?”

Finn’s eyes snap to mine in the mirror, searching. Even now, even like this—consent matters.

I nod, my body already humming with anticipation.

His lips curve into a smile that promises devastation as he turns, bumping shoulders with Ryker. When his gaze lands on my exposed core, he licks his lips, pupils dilating behind those glasses.

“Put the seat down,” he tells Jinx, voice carrying that precise control that makes me wonder how he’ll use it on me.

“Say less.” Jinx hits a button and I go flying back. “Oops.”

I’m staring at the stars through the sunroof when Finn’s mouth finds me. The first touch of his tongue sends my system into overdrive—every nerve ending lighting up like Christmas.

He doesn’t just eat pussy—he licks my pussy as though heownsit, each stroke perfectly calculated for maximum effect. His tongue masters my clit like he’s solved some mathematical equation of ecstasy.

He’s a goddamn master.

A tongue connoisseur.

A clit tamer.

I’m going to come. Thirty seconds in and I’m already racing toward the edge because apparently Finn approaches oral sex like he approaches everything—with meticulous, devastating precision.

And then he’s gone.

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