Page 160 of Wild Like Us
You care about them, Nine.
Yeah.
And I also just want to be here. I’ve wanted to be here withherall day, and I’ll even take Banks here with us. “So hot springs?”
Sulli comes closer. “Wait, what’d you tell Jane?”
“That Iloveeating string beans.”
Sulli slugs my side. “Kits.”
More deeply, I say, “I told her that I need to protect Sulli, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Sulli inhales a lungful. I know I might need to reassure her more than Banks will have to, since I constantly have to step out, but I could live forever just coming back and reminding her, telling her,showingher how much I care.
How much I desire her.
Need her.
Sulli moves a step closer to collect the backpack at my feet. The trailer is so small that her body wedges between ours.Shit.
Her skin feels hot.
I’m hot.
Her eyes roam me and him.
My gaze journeys over her six-foot athletic build. Blood pumping down to my cock. My muscles flex, and I glance over at Banks.
He’s giving her the longest once-over, then his gaze lifts to mine. We’re wondering the same thing:are we going to do this again?
Why wouldn’t we?
The moment decreesgo for it.Out here, the three of us are leading with zero inhibition. No constraints.
I can only find one reason to stop: someone will be left with these memories to mourn. Me or him, but right now, I push that back.
It’s just the three of us. There is no tomorrow. Just today.
Sulli grabs the backpack but while she rises, her tits press up againstmychest. Ass against Banks, and I rake a hand through my hair and lick my lips.
She drops the backpack.
My chest rising and falling heavily against her, I tell her strongly, “Go lie back on the bed, string bean.”
She mutters, “Holy fuck, that was hot.”
I smile, trying not to laugh. “Sulli,go.”
Dazedly, she drifts back until her legs hit the queen bed. She sinks down, and I look to Banks while we both pull our shirts off our heads. “We’re not taking her virginity,” I tell him more commandingly.
Banks slips me a smile. “So now you’re ordering me in the bedroom too?”
I flip him off, my lips rising. We focus entirely on Sulli. She has on loose-fitting pants, and an old Aquatic Club shirt. While we near her, I imagine Sulli stripped bare, her back arched and lips parted—like she’d been in the tent.
“Hold up.” She breathes shallowly, and we both stop a literal foot away. So close that I could reach down and tear her pants off.
Banks rubs a hand across his jaw.
