Page 95 of Whispers of the Dead

Damon rolls his eyes. “Jackass.”

Cole mutters something under his breath and shakes his head. Avery snorts in response. I press my fingers to my lips, my heart pounding, and Benji winks at me like he didn’t just steal my ability to think properly.

Cole shoots Benji a look. “If you’re gonna kiss the girl, at least leave her standing afterward. We don’t need her passing out from all the blood rushing to her head.”

Benji winks. “What can I say? I’m a showman. Also, all my blood is rushing to my head, too. Maybe we should do something about that.”

Lola, seemingly fed up with our antics, lets out an impatient bark and nudges my leg with her nose. I laugh and reach down to pet her head. “I know, girl. They’re exhausting.”

“Exhausting, huh? I’ll give you exhausting.” Benji lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist before his mouth lands on mine in a searing kiss. “I’ve waited years for this, golden girl,” he whispers against my lips.

“What about two hours ago?” I ask with a slight laugh.

“That’s still too long since I was last inside you.”

“Sit.”

He carries me over to his chair. It’s large and wooden, with a cushion and wide handles. When he sits, I roll myhips over him, smiling when his breathing turns heady. His hips press up against my core. “Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I lift onto my knees and Avery helps me remove my shorts. They’ve threatened to ban all women’s pants and shorts because of this exact scenario that’s happened too many times to count in the last two months since we got free. Then I lower back down and lean over to kiss my favorite sensitive spot on the side of his neck. “I think I have an idea, Benjamin.”

He groans at my name for him. I’m the only person he’ll let call him that, and I take full advantage.

His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down so I’m grinding against his cock that’s so hard, it’s got to be painful still being trapped in jeans like that.

I reach down between us, unsnap his jeans, and pull down the zipper until his cock springs free. When my fingers wrap around the warm flesh, I grin against his neck. “Going commando? That must have been painful.”

He groans and pulls my mouth to his. “You have no idea. I thought I would try it out to, you know, save us time in the moment, but not with jeans. I’m going to need to scavenge for some sweatpants.”

I laugh against his lips. “Why even wear any pants at all?”

He pulls back. “That’s a fantastic idea. No more pants for golden girl. I’m so glad you’re finally on board with this.”

“Wait, no, I—ah.”

Benji aligns himself at my core and thrusts up. My head rolls back while I stretch to accommodate his size. His fingers dent into my hips while he guides me, patiently waiting for me to take control, which doesn’t take me long. I lean forward with my palms against his chest and roll my hips.

His eyes slant, and his mouth slackens. Our breathingpicks up while we bring each other to the brink. “Fuck, I’m going to…”

Benji reaches in between us to rub my clit. Stars erupt in my eyes and we fall over the cliff together.

When I start to come down from the high, another pair of arms wrap around me and Damon’s low voice whispers in my ear. “Up for another round, blondie?”

“Mmm.” I turn my head to face him and seal our lips together. “For any of you four? Always.”

He picks me up and lays me down on soft blankets, which doesn’t make any sense because we’re still outside by the fire. My fingers grasp the soft fabric, and he chuckles. “Thought I’d set up something a little more comfortable. Piled all the softest blankets onto the table. Cole is cleaning up, and Avery’s keeping watch. Now it’s time for you to relax while I do all the work.”

Damon kisses me and my lets fall over for him, but am surprised when I only feel his hard cock straining against jeans. “You know, I think I’m going to need to make it a law that you guys don’t wear anything but sweatpants from now on.”

He chuckles, and moves his mouth to pepper kisses along my jaw, my throat, then my collarbone. He lifts my shirt and kisses his way down my abdomen, stopping to press an extra soft kiss to the healed wound on my side. “I don’t know how someone so perfect puts up with us sometimes.”

“Well, it’s not easy, let me tell you that. In all seriousness, though, it’s so easy, because you’re one of the most amazing men I’ve ever known.”

He continues kissing his way down my body until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He presses down on my legs with his elbows against my inner thighs, and feasts on me, like he’s waited his whole life for this meal.

He drives me to the brink all over again with his fingersand his tongue, and before I know it, he’s drinking every last drop of me.

Once he’s done, he slides his arms beneath me and lifts me to his chest. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I let out a tired sigh. “But wait, what about you?”

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