Page 68 of Beautiful Mess

Conway turns his head, and I can’t help but do the same, meeting his imploring gaze for half a second before I clear my throat and shift my attention to the television. “Uh, I don’t know,” I murmur. “Something funny, I guess.”

After about five minutes of scrolling through the various streaming services Conway has, Cole finally settles on some movie I’ve never heard of. Not that it really matters. I doubt I’ll be paying much attention. Not with Conway’s beefy thigh so close to mine I can feel his body heat radiate into mine. Before starting the movie, Cole jumps up and announces he’s grabbing us a round of beers.

Lovely.Alcohol. That’s exactly what this weird-as-hell threesome needs.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Conway leans in, bringing his mouth right beside my ear. A shiver rolls down my spine, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Date, huh?” My nipples harden at his deep, throaty voice and the gravel wrapped around those two words. “I thought I made myself clear after your last date, Sin. You. Are. Mine.”

Fuck.My core clenches, heat instantly pooling between my thighs. “It’s not a date,” I breathe.

“Better fucking not be,” he growls, teeth nipping at my earlobe before he sits upright again just as Cole rounds the corner, three cans of beer in his hands.

My heart is pounding, and my breathing is coming out fast and shallow. I swear, if Cole looked hard enough, he’d be able to tell something was up. Thankfully, I don’t think he’s capable of noticing anything outside of his own little orbit, and after he hands us both a beer, he plops down beside me again, starting the movie. Exactly as I figured, I’m unable to focus on the screen in front of me because I’m all too aware of the men beside me.

Or, more specifically, one of the men beside me.

I couldn’t care less about Cole. It’s his father’s larger-than-life presence to my right that has my lungs working in overdrive and my thighs clenching together. It’s absurd, and honestly, a little embarrassing, how turned on I am doing something as simple as sitting beside Conway. No real physical contact is even happening, and yet, I’m practically panting for him. Although, every so often, he’ll press his thigh to the side of mine, and it sends an electric buzz through my veins every time.

About halfway through the movie, Cole pats my knee before standing up. “Gotta hit the bathroom. That coffee is ripping right through me, but don’t worry about pausing. I’ve seen this movie half a dozen times, and I’ll probably be a while.”

How nice of him to share.

The sound of the bathroom door closing and the lock clicking into place damn near echoes through the house. The movie is still playing, but I can’t hear any of it over the blood roaring in my ears.

“Look at me,” Conway murmurs, the deep, gruff sound of his voice somehow piercing through my mind.

The tension filling the air shifts in the matter of seconds, like sunshine after a chaotic rainstorm, and I fear if I look him in the eye, I’ll do something irresponsible and foolish. Like rip my clothes off and climb on his lap. So, to be safe, I don’t.

But that’s unacceptable to Conway. His fingers pinch my chin, forcing my head to turn until I have no choice but to oblige his demand to look at him. The smirk curling his lips makes my pussy clench, and it steals the air from my lungs at the same time. His dark, hungry gaze drops down to my mouth, and as he runs the pad of his rough, warm thumb across my lower lip, a rush of arousal settles between the apex of my thighs, my entire body flushing with heat.

“Enjoying the movie?” he asks, eyebrow cocked, grin crooked and cocky. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I suck in a breath and nod, heart thrashing against my ribs.

Pushing his thumb past my parted lips, a groan rumbles from his chest as it glides across my tongue. Conway’s eyes flit up to mine. “Go ahead,” he husks. “Suck on it, baby girl. I know you want to.”

I do.God,I do, and I can’t even explain why.

Closing my lips, I hold his gaze, curl my tongue around the digit, and hollow my cheeks, sucking on it the exact way I wish I could do to his cock. A moan sounds from me as I do it again, reveling in the affection and arousal swimming in his expression.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs huskily. “Such a needy girl too, aren’t you?”

His thumb still in my mouth, I nod.

“I’ll bet if I were to slip my hand into your panties, I’d find you soaked already,” he hums, dragging his finger out of my mouth. “Wouldn’t I?”

My cheeks heat as I bite down on my bottom lip and shrug, peering over at him from beneath my lashes. “I don’t know, Daddy. Why don’t you give it a try and see for yourself?”

The fire in his eyes as he looks back at me is enough to give me a second-degree burn. It fills my blood and clutches at my chest. “You want me to touch your pretty little pussy right now, Sin?”

My lip curls up into a grin. “Yes, Daddy.”

A groan sounds from Conway’s throat as he leans in, mouth hovering over mine, and the weight of his gaze as his hands trail over my abdomen and down to my thigh is intoxicating. His eyes never leave mine as he slips his hand under the skirt I’m wearing, shoving my panties effortlessly to the side before dragging his middle finger along the length of my slit.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving him better access as my lips part on a breathy moan. The look on Conway’s face as he sinks a finger into my pussy is one of pure pleasure. A man who truly gets off on making a woman feel good. Smiling down at me, Conway flicks his tongue into my mouth before sucking on my lip while his finger-fucks me slowly.

“So wet,” he murmurs. “And all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Licking my lips in an attempt to bring back some moisture to my mouth, I nod.

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