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My hand slips inside his briefs, finding his cock. I run my finger over the tip, feeling the cold metal of the piercing. The only thing that surprised me more than walking in on him and Romeo last night was seeing that his cock was pierced.

Breaking our kiss, he moves down to gently take a nipple into his warm mouth. “Is this the kind of distraction you were after?”

I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips. “Yes. This is perfect.” My hips rock off the bed to meet him, wanting more, wanting whatever he’s willing to give me.

With a playful laugh, he toys with my nipples, grazing his teeth along them in the most delicious way, but then his lips are gone, and I feel him moving south. Placing kisses down over my stomach, each deliberate movement melts me more.

My legs fall out to the sides, so frantic to have him touch me there. Right where I’m throbbing for him.

With a quick glance up, his eyes meet mine, silently asking me if this is okay. I nod, and he doesn’t disappoint, dipping his face closer to my pussy, his tongue flicking out and licking right through my folds.

My hands lace into his long hair. “Yes, Reef,” I encourage him because this is just what I need. He is just what I need. He’s not rough like the other two, but he’s skilled, his tongue doing something wicked that has me tingling all over. He pushes a finger inside of me and twists, the pressure firm and constant as he pumps in and out of me. Then he adds a second, doing the same. My hips rise off the bed, waves of euphoria washing over me as my pussy tightens and I cum in a rush, screaming his name.

I hear heavy footsteps in the hallway and glance over to the door, expecting to see one or both of the others, but the space is empty. There is still no door handle, so we couldn’t lock them out even if we wanted to. But to my surprise, they’re leaving us alone to make our own fun.

Reef keeps on eating me, lapping me up until he’s fully satisfied and my body has stopped quivering. With a lingering touch, he moves back up my body, his eyes fixed on me. His lips crash back onto mine, a fierce, hungry kiss that steals my breath away. Our bodies move together, desperate for closeness, skin on skin, craving contact. Heshifts our position, rolling me on top of him, and I quickly pull back to move down his legs and remove his briefs. I shove them out of the way and climb back over him, so needy I’m shaking.

In one move, I’m impaled with his cock. I rock over him, enjoying what little power I have. His hands palm my tits, twisting my nipples ever so slightly in a way that sends jolts of pleasure and pain rocking through me. “Yes, don’t stop,” I tell him, my head spinning and the room blurring.

I can’t see straight, but I don’t care. He moves his hips in a way that hits right on my clit. I cry out again and don’t miss the massive grin twisting his lips as he hears his name slip from them.

My lips are back on his as I cry out my second orgasm.

I fall back onto the comforter, exhausted, my pussy throbbing in the most delicious way.

His hands quickly find me, directing me and smoothly rolling me onto my stomach. He moves in behind me, and I press my ass back toward him, so keen to be filled up again.

His lips come to my ear as he kisses the side of my neck. “I’m not done yet, wildcat. I’m not letting you sleep until your body is so wasted you can’t think anymore.”

“Yes,” I murmur, needing exactly that.

With a laugh he thrusts back inside of me, deeper and faster this time, giving me everything he has, and man, I’m here for it. All of it. I could roll around in the sheets with him until the sun comes up.

Chapter 34

Ericaplacesmyspicedrum old fashioned down on the bar in front of me as I take a seat at the bar stool to check in with her. My fitted leather skirt only just allows me to cross one leg over the other.

“Successful evening?” she asks, her face bright and cheerful even though I know she and the other girls working behind her bar tonight have been swamped with drinks orders.

I smooth over my hair, making sure my bun is still perfectly in place. “Sure is. The scent of fucking in the air and our pockets full of cash, what more could we hope for?”

Her laughter echoes through the air, light and carefree. She leans on the bar, looking me over like she wants to ask me something. She hesitates. “Your brother coming in tonight?” she finally asks.

I raise a brow curiously. “Which one?”

“Asher?” she whispers, her cheeks coloring to a deep crimson.

I slap my face. “Not you as well. I knew it was going to be trouble having him helping out around here.”

She shrugs, and I can see she’s kind of embarrassed. “I knew it wasn’t anything special, he just…”

I hold up my hand to stop her. “He’s my stupid big brother, I don’t want to know how he swept you off your feet.” I look her over, and she seems defeated, her perky smile from before gone, and I feel badfor being a bitch. “You can do so much better, Erica. Trust me. Just forget about Asher.”

“Yeah, I know,” she agrees, but I see the look in her eyes that tells me she’s not going to listen. She has it bad for him. Just another girl on a long list of women he’s screwed and left with a broken heart. I’m going to kick his ass next time I see him. “What’s your secret?” she asks.

I tap my chest confused. “Mine?”

“Word is you’re living with three dudes. The boss man, your bodyguard, and a cop. You have it made, girl; I want me some of that action.”

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