Page 53 of Hunted, Season Three

“I did.”

“And our son?”

It’s impossible not to mirthfully roll my eyes.“What are you gonna do if it’s a girl?”

“Double check the VIN,” he playfully pokes as I return to scrolling for rings on my phone with both hands.“Return it to its rightful owner.”

An amused headshake is all I can deliver.

“What are you doing?”Lazily tucking one arm behind his head precedes him pointing to the screen.“Oh, I like that one.Those look like tire marks.”

“I think that’s wood.”

“I like that one.”He gestures again to another choice further down.“Those look like loose nails.”

“Those are something called…” my face cranes a little closer to read, “trigons.”

“That sounds like a wannabeTransformer.”

Giggles thoughtlessly escape during my continued browsing.

“Oh!Oh!”Kid stops my perusing to point a third time.“Irealllyyyyylike that one, but not in yellow gold.”

“You already have one,” I tease at the same time I meet his stare.“We need oneforMutt.”

“I don’t want shit in yellow either,” grumbles the male to my right, instantly collecting our attention.

“How about we get you a collar for your neck instead?”Humor meanders through my expression while watching him leisurely scratch his chest.“It’s like abigengagement ring that also tells people where to return you when you get lost in your old age.”

“Awfully fucking mouthy this morning, Rabbit.”An oversized yawn is executed with his eyes still closed.“Don’t make me put something in it.”

The tasty threat has me tightening my thighs and Kid salaciously suggesting, “Why don’t you put something in mine instead?”

At that, Mutt lifts one lid and languorously strokes his cock under the blanket.“You wantthisinstead of coffee?”

Reluctance for him to nod is non-existent.

“Then come suck, you greedy, little fuck,” huskily instructs our fiancé on a swift cover removal.“Across Rabbit’s lap.”Both of his hands get tucked underneath his head.“Ass up.”

Lowering my hands occurs prior to him getting in the commanded position; however, the instant he’s there, theinstanthis balls are dangling right above the fingers that were holding my phone, I can’t stop myself from feathering them.

Cupping them.

Tugging gently but firmly enough that he has no choice except to moan alongside his swallowing.

“Fuckkkkk,” Sir hungrily groans in tandem with his hips lifting.“Do that shit again, you dirty, little slut.”

So, I do.

I lightly stroke his nuts once more before pulling.

This time rather than merely groaning, he rocks into the action.

Wordlessly requests more.

Convinces me to wind my hand around his cock and latch the other onto his locks.

Shove him further down Sir’s shaft.

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