‘Yeah. Came out of the fucking blue, that.’ She shakes her head. ‘Fucker for not telling me.’
‘Be nice. It’s their birthday.’
‘Yeah, and what’s with that too? Fucking serendipitous.’
I smirk, zipping up my jeans. ‘Big word for you.’
Haz puffs up, those arms looking ridiculous. ‘Know a few.’
I’m running a taming hand through my hair when Tilda returns, still wearing those skimpy pyjamas. I see she’s put on a bra though, the sight of those dusky blue straps making me grin.
She gives a shy smile, eyes darting between us. ‘You two look good.’
‘So do you.’ Planting my hands on her hips, I pull her against me, sampling those pouty lips. She tastes like toothpaste. ‘Sure you want this?’
She nods, eyes trained on Haz who’s smiling at her in a bit of a maniacal way. I shoot her a look, warning her without words to rein it in. I can still hear the sound of Skylar’s head whacking the headboard with each one of her merciless thrusts. Thought she was going to have her skewered by the time she was done.
‘Go get on the bed.’
I lock the door whilst Tilda does that, not really wanting Nic to burst in on us in the middle of this.
Haz remains at the window as I join Tilda, heart pitter-pattering at the sight of the warm smile she greets me with.
‘Hey,’ she chirps, winding her slender arms around my shoulders.
‘Hey, yourself.’ I take her lips slowly, for the moment blocking out our silent watcher. ‘All sorted with Nic?’
‘We’ll see.’ She gives my hair a tug. ‘No more talking about her.’
‘Yeah,’ Haz agrees. ‘Less talking, more eating out.’
‘Can’t eat much from all the way over there.’
Haz smiles, pushing off the window, one hand readjusting her dick.
Tilda’s eyes lower to it. ‘Happy to see me?’
‘Sure am.’ Leaning down, she pulls Tilda’s head towards her, giving her a hard kiss. ‘Hope you’re ready to be fucked to hell and back.’
I roll my eyes. ‘You really need to work on your sexy talk.’
‘Dunno.’ She runs her eyes over Tilda’s prone, eager form. ‘Seems to work for her.’
‘It does. Now get in here and sandwich me.’
Haz chuckles, bouncing up on the bed and landing on one side of Tilda. I slide to the other, not wanting to be too much of a hog. Not that she’ll be showing me the same courtesy later, I bet.
Tilda hums contentedly, happy to be squished between us. She rests a hand on my chest, her nose nudging mine as she encourages slow, gentle kisses. I hear Haz sigh, Tilda’s slight gasp as Haz grasps one of her clothed boobs.
I tuck hair behind her ear, keeping her face to mine. She arches into me, kneeing open my legs so she can slide one of her own between them. I smile into her mouth. She’s like a clingy puppy sometimes, needing to be as close as possible.
I encourage her onto her back as we kiss, sliding my hands up her ribs under her top. Haz’s hand disappears between Tilda’s legs, and she lets out a quiet moan into my mouth.
‘Arms up, babe.’ I pull her top over her head. The straps of her bra are loose on her arms, the sight almost making me hum.
‘Get that off her,’ Haz commands, still stroking Tilda between her legs.
I shake my head, pressing a kiss to Tilda’s bare shoulder. ‘I’m enjoying it.’