Page 112 of Pucking Tangled
That was it. That was all he needed to kick his body into gear.
He stepped into the center of them and let his hands find her waist. She was warm. Soft. Real. And if he wasn’t careful, every instinct he’d been holding back would break loose.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tangled her tongue with his. Moaned into his mouth. Then she turned to Luca and did the same.
Casey moved behind her, pushing her t-shirt off her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her bare skin, murmuring something Waylon couldn’t hear butfeltanyway.
Owen stood at her side, his knuckles brushing down her spine like he was memorizing her vertebrae one notch at a time.
Waylon cupped her chin and turned her back to him again. She looked up at him, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with need and trust andlove.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips pressed against hers
“You all do,” she breathed back.
“Our room?”Owen offered.
“Neutral ground?” Waylon asked. “None of that posturing bullshit?”
They all agreed.
Feeling a little extra possessive, he picked Mia up and flung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. He carried her to Owen and Casey’s room while the others followed.
He playfully dropped her in the middle of the bed and she giggled when she bounced.
Waylon fully expected their first time together as a group to be frantic. Crazy. Furious.
But it wasn’t.
Not yet anyway.
He and his teammates worked together, stripping her bare.
They all joined her on the bed.
Hands and mouths and murmured names. The brush of skin. The sound of breath hitching. The feel of four bodies orbiting hers,because ofher.
Waylon kissed her neck and felt Casey’s hand brush against his as they both held her hips.
He glanced over, half-expecting Casey to flinch.
But Casey met his eyes.
And nodded.
Waylon swallowed hard and looked down at Mia again, the gravity of what they were doing slamming into him like a punch.
She wanted this.
Shechosethis.
She was offering herself not like a prize, but like a partner. A force. A flame they were all willing to burn for.
“I love you,” Waylon whispered against her throat.
She turned her face to him and said it back, her breath catching.
Her skin flushed with heat that stretched across soft curves and eager muscles, hips twitching with anticipation. Waylon could feel the hum of her body through his palms like she waselectric. Alive in a way he’d never seen anyone come alive. And she was looking right at him.
