Page 89 of Luna: Posy 2

He came just from rubbing against my bum?!

"Thank you for letting me experience that, princess." He kissed down my back, his lips following the long lines of scars and making me shiver. "It was amazing."

"Same." Wyatt sank into the mattress with a content and relaxed grin. "Incredible. Your little hands are magic. No wonder Mason didn't last long on the couch."

"I lasted longer than you did," Mason snorted.

"It isn't a competition," I reminded them both.

"Yes, it is," they disagreed in sync.

"Here, Ash,” I heard Jayden murmur, then felt a warm, damp cloth swiping over my bum and between my legs and looked over my shoulder at Ash with wide, curious eyes.

"Shh, princess. I’m just cleaning up my mess. Did Wyatt get anything on your front?”

I looked down and saw some of Wyatt’s pup-making juice on my hands.

"A little.” I held them up for him to see. "Did I mess up? Am I not supposed to touch it?”

"It happens.” I felt him shrug against my back, then he reached around me and wiped my hands clean. "You didn’t mess up anything, and it’s fine to touch it.”

"It gets everywhere, baby,” Wyatt tittered.

"Especially withyou,” Ash retorted as he finished what he was doing and uncurled himself from me. "You horny dog.”

"What’s horny?” I asked as I flapped my hands to dry them.

"Never mind,” Mason grumbled. "Come over here to me and Cole now, little flower."

Clamoring over Wyatt's limp body, I launched myself into his open arms. He snuggled me in between him and Cole, who rolled onto his side and dropped kisses all over my face and down my neck. As I giggled, Mason looped an arm around my stomach and scooted closer so my side was flush along his chest and stomach.

"Posy?" Mason's deep voice was almost a physical caress. "Do you remember me saying that I wanted to repay the favor?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Do you feel up to that right now? If you're tired or just done with this, that's okay, too."

"I'm not tired, and I, uh, I don't know that I'll ever be 'done' with this." I giggled.

"Would it be okay if I tried something different than Jay did?"

"Different how?" I tilted my head and stared up at him.

"I want to put my mouth where his hand was."

I was too surprised to answer for a few seconds.

"Is that ... clean? Healthy? I don't know what to say," I mumbled.

"It's fine." He chortled and brushed his nose along my jawline. "But I'm a little nervous. Obviously, I've never done it before, and I might mess up. I'd really like to try, though, and I promise I'll make it up to you afterward if it doesn't go well."

He was making himself vulnerable by admitting his nerves, and that made it easier for me to agree.

"I'm sure you can do it, Mason. Let's try."

"Thank you, baby."

He separated my legs, then knelt between my raised knees. Very carefully and slowly, as if I were made of glass, his big hands caressed the inside of my thighs. He slid his hands closer to where I ached and throbbed, then used his thumbs to part my soft folds. He paused and glanced at me, making sure I was okay with this, and I nodded. Giving me a soft smile, he dropped to his stomach and buried his face in my wet heat.

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