Page 33 of A Fine Line

Dare and Nettie have paused their interlude and are watching us intently. I meet Dare’s eyes and tilt my head behind me, and he gives me a short nod, and then the two of them move off the sofa.

I stand and offer Carolina my hand, which she takes easily, and I pull her to her feet so I can take the spot she just vacated. I pull her between my spread legs and look up at her as I say, “Use the stoplight for this. Not necessarily the green, but maybe the yellow, and definitely the red.”

She looks at me warily, “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing too crazy, sweetheart,” I say teasingly, grinning up at her. “I’m gonna continue to show you how much I fucking hate you.”

That earns me a smile, and she pushes against my shoulder. “Shut up, asshole.”

I move to pull her into my lap when Nettie speaks up from behind Carolina. “Take off your shirt, Tony. Actually, both of you take off your shirts.”

I lean around Carolina and see Nettie standing there with her hands on her hips, a very serious expression on her face. Carolina looks behind her, frowning. “What?”

“Stop meddling, baby girl,” Dare says from beside Nettie. “They may not be ready for your skin-to-skin lecture quite yet.”

“Like baby bonding?” Carolina asks.

Nettie gasps in outrage and stomps her foot. “It’s not only for babies!”

“Will the two of you humor her, please,” Darius says exasperatedly. “Otherwise, her long clinical explanation will bore us to tears, and the moment will be lost.”

Nettie’s gasp of outrage is louder this time, and she glares at him as she goes to say something further, but he puts his hand over her mouth and pulls her into him. “Shut your mouth and take off your top.”

Nettie’s eyes light up in excitement, and she nods so he releases her. I turn my attention back to Carolina, who’s staring at them curiously.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the other end of the sofa, then tug her hand, drawing her attention back to me. She looks into my eyes first, and then her eyes widen as she sees I’m now shirtless. She scans down my torso, stopping at the waistband of my jeans and then scanning back up before meeting my gaze again.

She licks her lips, and I grin again, sure the look on my face is nothing less than smug preening. I straighten in my seat and pull her closer, turning her around so she’s sitting on one of my thighs. “You don’t have to take your shirt off if you’re uncomfortable. But you should sit here on top of me so I can touch you. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she says without hesitation.

I maneuver her around until she’s sitting on me fully, leaning back against me with her head against my shoulder and the sofa behind us. I turn my head and nuzzle her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and down the side of her neck, earning me a shiver. “Keep your eyes on them, sweetheart.”

She relaxes back against me, and I run my hands over her hips, up her sides, and over her breasts, circling down to her stomach. I continue this path up and down her body as I kiss, lick, and nibble her neck and shoulder. Her sigh of pleasure sends a jolt right to my cock, and I press up against her ass.

I glance at Dare and Nettie, reassured they’re mostly playing, Nettie in her bra and slacks, now seated on Dare’s lap the same way Carolina is on mine. I unbutton Carolina’s pants, and she moves, allowing me space to wedge my hand inside, a little moan escaping as I slide my finger between her pussy lips, teasing her wet hole before sliding back up and stroking her clit rhythmically.

I use my other hand to tease her nipple, pinching and fondling the tight peak as she writhes against me, her eyes focused on the couple across from us who are keeping pace with my ministrations. Carolina shudders, her body writhing against me as I pick up my pace, rubbing more firmly, wanting to hear her come for me as she watches.

“You like that?” I whisper the question against her ear, enjoying the sound of her breathy moans as I rub her clit. She nods, her head falling back against my shoulder, her face turning into me as her eyes close and her body tenses. I consider stopping, edging her just once to draw out her pleasure, but I don’t.

Instead, I increase my efforts, pulling her more firmly against me, twisting my head around and taking her lips with mine, my fingers thrumming her swollen clit a bit faster, pushing her over until she’s moaning her orgasm. I take advantage of her open mouth and lick inside, growling as I suck down the sounds of her pleasure, and I barely stop myself from coming from her ass writhing against my dick.

She pants into my mouth, her eyes staring into mine as she catches her breath, and I laugh internally, my initial arguments on how and why I should hate her ringing false in this very moment.

“What in the holy mother of god is going on in here?”

Carolina freezes on top of me, and I remove my hand from between her legs, her eyes curious as she watches me lick my fingers clean. I lean a bit to the side so I can look around Dare and Nettie. Agatha is standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, a look of disapproving humor on her face.

Nettie cranes her head around where she’s sprawled in Dare’s lap, smiling broadly at Agatha as she says breathlessly, “Oh, nothing. Just having a little fun.”

Agatha raises her brows, obviously used to these antics from her sister, then says, “Well, the fun’s done. Fix your fucking clothes, so Jayme can come in without Darius stabbing him in the eyeballs.”

Carolina stiffens in my lap, and she moves to sit up. I pull her back against me, pressing my face against her ear and whispering, “Relax, sweetheart.” I give her a moment to do so as I adjust her clothing, and she refastens her pants, so she’s put back to sorts. “Hear him out.”

Carolina clears her throat and nods, then she sits up and turns her head to look at me. “Okay. I will.”

Nettie has already made herself presentable, but Darius is still eyeing her like a starved man denied a meal. I unceremoniously dump Carolina off my lap and onto the sofa, laughing as I stand and listen to her sputtering.

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