Page 61 of Tangled Lies
“Pretty girl, you left before the party could start.”
I stretched out on Ronan’s bed where he’d left me minutes after coming. I should have been sad, and I suppose I was a little, but I’d also had no expectations.
“Jett, what are you doing? And I didn’t leave.”
I tried to grab for a blanket but gave up when he stood at the edge of the bed.
“Fuck me. Pretty doesn’t really sum up what you are.”
His hand slid up the side of my thigh to my hip. I reached for his wrist, stopping him for a moment.
“Margaux, you know Ronan knows I’m here, right? I already told him I could make you scream louder than he could. Don’t make me a liar.”
My eyes were wide and there was no doubt he noticed with the way he chuckled.
He grabbed for something I couldn’t see until I felt the way he wrapped it around my wrists.
“What are you doing with Ronan’s tie?” I asked.
His face moved closer to mine, even though he wasn’t on the bed yet.
“Don’t you think it will drive him crazy when he finds out I fucked you with his tie holding your hands for me?”
My entire body seemed to have forgotten we had just come more times than we thought physically possible. The moment he kissed me, I wanted him and forgot the idea that they were friends and I wasn’t sure what was normal.
“Jett, do you think it will drive him crazy that you’re fucking me in his bed?”
That smile, the one only Jett had, held an edge of evil.
“Can’t wait to find out, pretty girl. Now spread those legs for me because I’m so fucking hard I’m ready to explode.”
He freed his cock quickly. Jett was impatient just the way I expected. The moment he freed the promised hard-on, I fought to wrap my hands around his thickness. He released my wrists, but they were still tied together. I wrapped my hands around his dick and my body suddenly had a whole new need. We needed to know what this would feel like.
“Told you I already know we’re all impressive, Margaux. But maybe you scream my name just to make Ronan question his own performance.”
I didn’t get a chance to find the humor or how fucked up that might have been. My body grew hotter, and as he climbed on top of me, his lips covered mine, and then I grabbed onto his biceps as he pushed inside me in one long thrust, right through Ronan’s spend and my own release. All I felt was the burn of a new stretch to fit his impressive cock. They were both huge, and the moment Jett filled me, my mind knew they were both exactly what I needed.
He released my mouth and his hips shifted slowly, pulling himself out.
“Baby, I’m keeping you,” he said, and then he slammed inside of me.
I cried out as I held onto him. He slid in and out, hitting me deep and stroking my already sensitive nerves.
“Jett. Yes.”
I screamed his name as my next orgasm crashed into me without warning. Every time I called his name, he took me harder until, from what felt like miles away, I heard the slam of the headboard against the wall.
My entire world was simply feeling. I lost track of time. I couldn’t remember why I’d been so hesitant about who I wanted. I no longer remembered what fear felt like. All there was was this.
Him.
Them.
CHAPTER 16
RONAN
Islammed the drink in my hand. I poured another.
