Page 62 of Filthy Liar

“No.” He spanked me harder, and I swore my pussy pulsed like I was going to come. “Okay, a little bit.”

It was a lot gentler between Reid and Zavier. Reid’s hands moved up and down my back as he slowly thrust in and out, while Zavier cupped my jaw and murmured praise to me.

Relief hit me when I came and they followed soon after, my skin shivering as Reid placed soft kisses across my shoulders.

“You might want a bath or you’ll be sore.”

“I’ll run one,” Ander yawned as he stood and stretched, walking naked from the room.

My body ached as Reid pulled out, and I jerked as something was pressed against my pussy.

“Easy, baby. Just cleaning you up a little,” Logan murmured, annoyance hitting me at him treating me like a spooked horse, but I also swooned at the fact he was looking after me.

He lifted me and dropped me lightly onto my back so I was more comfortable, then he went back to wiping at the mess between my legs.

“I’ll get you some water,” Reid offered, and Zavier got to work finding me some fresh clothes.

There was no way in hell I was going to be able to stay awake until tonight, I was struggling already.

CHAPTERTWELVE

RAVEN

“We should’ve picked a scary one. Don’t girls freak out and cuddle you?” Ander joked, his arm dropping possessively around my shoulders as we all walked towards the food trucks at the drive-in.

“You’d just end up with Logan on your lap,” Reid said seriously, motioning to me. “Raven usually has to protect him from the scary monster.”

“Hey! That was one time!” Logan threw back, defending himself. “Those Japanese horror films are on a whole different level.”

“Not enough to scare Raven,” Reid grinned, laughing as Logan put him in a headlock.

“At least I’m not scared of brussel sprouts, unlike you.”

“They’re not scary, they’re disgusting. Get off me, dude.”

They kept wrestling, but Zavier and Ander didn’t slow for them. They kept walking with me to get food. We had the right priorities.

“It’s on me,” Ander said seriously, pressing a kiss to my temple. “What do you want?”

“Popcorn and a soda,” I answered, running my eyes over the menu board. “And maybe some candies?”

“Nomaybeabout it,” Zavier said, leaning on the truck to watch the area around us.

All the guys were on edge. Our afternoon fuck-fest and nap had done nothing other than seem to stress everyone out more.

Ander’s worry about Stefano’s silence was on everyone’s minds, so I wasn’t surprised that Zavier was playing bodyguard.

“What will the guys want?” Ander sighed, sparing them a glance to see them still fucking around further behind us.

“Popcorn and sodas. If you guys want to stop for burgers later, then don’t eat too much here,” I answered, letting him order for us.

I studied Zavier while we waited, his shoulders tense.

“What is it?” I asked, knowing something was bothering him.

“I don’t know yet. Stick close tonight, I have a bad feeling,” he murmured, not dropping his eyes to me as he reached out to take my hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You guys too. Technically, you’re the one he wants, Zav.”

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