Page 18 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
I moved so my knees were digging into the cushion, not once breaking our kiss as I climbed over her lap and straddled one leg, losing myself in the moment. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth for my tongue to slip in.
As her fingers kneaded my breast, I rocked my hips forward slowly, my skirt barely covering an inch of my thighs now. Her leggings were the perfect friction against my clit, rubbing the material of my underwear against the throbbing bud. There was only so much edging I could take, and though I’d masturbated to my heart’s content once I got home after the ice cube incident, it wasn’t enough.
I tangled both hands in Brynne’s hair, angling her face better so I could slip my tongue deeper. Then I pulled back, arching my back and pulling her face to that hole in my shirt. I felt her hot breath coast down my cleavage as she buried her mouth between my breasts. My eyes met Austin’s across the room as I thrust forward again, slowly, sensually, making sure to bend my back farther and pop my ass out more.
He looked pained, like he was starving and I was the meal he needed to survive.
It was too bad, really. While I craved his cock buried deep inside me at times, it was so much fun teasing him.
My hand covered Brynne’s over my breast, squeezing once before trailing it down my ribs. Her fingertips grazed my thigh before I led them between my legs, under my skirt.
I guessed that was enough for Booker, because he quickly stood and crossed the room. He lifted me from under my armpits, plopping me on the cushion before plucking Brynne up from the couch, one arm under herlegs and the other around her waist.
“Should we bring McKenna?” Brynne asked him, a heated, devious glint in her gaze.
Booker’s eyes flicked to Austin, something I couldn’t quite decipher passing between them. “Not tonight.” Without another glance back, he carried her out of the living room and up the stairs.
All the while, Austin kept his scorching gaze on me.
When Booker tossed me aside, my skirt had flown up, exposing my white lace panties. I knew Austin could see my wetness staining the fabric by the way his eyes devoured me. And when my tongue darted out to lap up the taste of Brynne clinging to my lips, he watched the movement.
“That’s too bad,” I started, straightening on the couch but not bothering to fix my skirt. “I wanted to see you guys make out, too.”
I stood, the fabric falling into place on its own.
“Sit back down, McKenna,” Austin instructed, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it before.
I thought about his request for a moment before saying, “Hmm. No. I’m ready to go home now.”
But as I took a step, Austin lifted his shirt to reveal abs I wanted to run my tongue along. The sight of them was gone all too quickly as he pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans and situated his top again.
He waved the end of it at the couch, his movements so casual for holding a weapon. “I said, sit down.”
My heart fluttered in my chest so fast, I could feel it pulsing between my legs. I did as he said, plopping back down on the couch.
He sat back, legs spread. The bulge in his jeans had me salivating. “Now, be a good girl and finish what you started.”
Gun or not, he didn’t have to do much convincing. I was fucking aching, and I needed some sort of relief before Iexploded. That, and I knew he wouldn’t actually use it on me.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I could walk out of here even if I wanted to with the way my pussy throbbed. I wasn’t expecting him watching me with Brynne to be such a turn on forme, but here I sat, drenched to the fucking core.
I started to slide my hand down my waistband, but he shook the gun back and forth. “No. Lift your skirt and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy when you come.”
I pulled my hand out and used my other to bunch the fabric of my skirt up around my hips. Then I coasted my fingers along my inner thigh before reaching my panties.
“I’m surprised you wore any at all.”
I pressed my fingers to my clit through the fabric. “Would you have preferred if I didn’t?”
“That’s exactly how I would have preferred you.” He stood from the couch, slowly crossing the room like he was stalking his prey. He stopped in front of me before setting his free hand on the couch beside me. The cold metal of the gun pressed against the inside of my knee. “I said to spread these.”
He shoved my legs apart, stepping between them before settling onto his knees. He set both hands on my thighs, the gun still clenched in one of them. With his eyes trained between my legs, I hooked a finger in the material of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my pussy to him. His jaw clenched at the sight of it, a crazed hunger lighting his gaze.
I dipped two fingers inside myself, a small whimper passing my lips as I did. I pulled them out, my skin glistening,before sliding them back in. It wasn’t enough to fix the ache in my core, but it’d do for now.
“I bet you wished I was there all those times you messed around with my best friend,” I said, needing to focus on something other than the way his gaze was unraveling me, inch by inch.
“No, McKenna.” He paused, swallowing as if he was parched at the sight of me. “I didn’twishyou were there. Iimaginedshe was you.”
