Page 71 of Legacy

But my attention is on Jesse sharing the bench seat with me. We’re in our own world. His hand skates back and forth at the hem of my dress as he buries his nose in my neck, breathing me in.

“I can’t decide what I like more.” His voice is gravelly in my ear as he whispers, “Your pretty little sundresses or this wicked thing.”

His hand teases the inside of my thigh as I slowly widen my knees.

My heartbeat thrums between my legs as his rough fingertips stroke down to my calf and back up again.

With where we are in the van, no one can see him toying with me. The only person in the front is the prospect focused on the road. But it doesn’t stop my cheeks from heating. Every touch of his fingers has me tightening my grip on his thigh. And when his hand skims all the way between my legs, meeting my core and pressing on the spot I’m damp and desperate, my teeth dig into my cheek as I attempt to stifle my moan.

“What are you doing?” My whispers are choked as he strokes his thumb over my core.

“Showing you what this dress has me thinking about tonight.” His finger hooks on the fabric, peeling it aside to drive himself in.

In the middle of a van full of his brothers. Tempe, Luna—my friends.

Jesse cages me against the window, his body blocking me from view as a second finger joins the first.

My nails dig into his jeans, but I don’t try to pull away. I grab him harder and force myself to stay still and quiet while he plays with me in the darkness.

His lips brush my ear. His breath tickles my skin.

I’m on the brink of erupting.

Sensations skitter and branch out to every nerve in my body.

“Jesse.” His name catches in my throat.

“Keep quiet for me, sweetheart.” He grins against my neck. “Don’t want my brothers hearing you come. Your pretty moans are for my ears alone.”

He shoves a third finger in, and I barely catch the moan that’s desperate to escape. My fingers dig into his strong thigh, and I do my best to stay silent. I fight my body’s urge to move. For my hips to seek him out. The resistance somehow adds to the tension building between my legs.

Or maybe it’s just Jesse making it difficult with every sweep of his thumb. Every drive of his fingers.

He kisses me behind the ear as he shoves deep, and my vision blinks out. My pussy grips him. My scream silences as I swallow it down, but I’m panting. Riding out my climax surrounded by people.

The flutters subside, and I realize I’m frozen. My back is ramrod straight, and my nails are digging into the seat. Looking up at him, I’m met with amusement as he slips his hand out and lifts his fingers to his mouth.

My eyes widen as he sticks them in his mouth to taste me. Savoring what he’s done.

I’m still silent and frozen when he drops that hand back to my thigh, adjusting the hem of my dress like nothing happened.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He drags his teeth over his lower lip, teasing me. “You look a little flushed.”

Luna and Tempe claim the stools beside me the second Jesse leaves my side. Without looking, I feel them both pinning me with their gazes and grinning.

I draw my straw between my teeth and take a sip like it will excuse me from the onslaught of their interrogation.

“You can’t ignore us.” Luna nudges my arm, and I look over to see her narrowed gaze wild with amusement.

“I’m not.” I shrug.

Except I am. Ever since I saw how they looked at me when Jesse put his arm around me in the van, I’ve stuck to his side, knowing they’d have questions about what we did. Or what we’re doing.

I was able to avoid them during our brief visit to Sapphire Rise because Jesse wouldn’t let me go. His hand was on me at all times, in one way or another. Around my shoulder, on my lower back, wrapped through mine. I expected him to want space when surrounded by beautiful, naked women, but all it seemed to do was make him want to hold me closer.

But now that we’ve moved downtown, he’s relaxed enough to meet Chaos and Havoc at the bar for a shot, leaving me at the mercy of Tempe and Luna.

“So… you and Legacy…”

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