Page 154 of Pucking Tangled
“You’re allridiculous,” Mia murmured as Waylon lifted her off the ground only to spread her out on the velvet couch that Luca had just vacated.
Owen slid up beside her. “And yet,” he whispered, fingers sliding between her thighs, “you’re not stopping us.”
There was no script. No assigned roles. Just touches and gasps and movement. The room filled with breath and heat and the sounds they only ever made for each other.
This time, Owen took Mia first, settlinghimself between her legs, he pushed his sheathed cock inside of Mia while Casey fucked her face.
Waylon and Luca sat side by side, occasionally stroking themselves until Waylon pointed up at the mirrored ceiling.
“Look at us, Luca. Look how fucking hot you look with your hand wrapped around your cock.”
Waylon watched as Luca’s eyes closed for a beat, but then he looked up and gasped, and Waylon could see the desperation in the younger man’s face. The sense of longing and desire.
He moved closer to his friend…his teammate…his…something more? “Can I touch you, Luca?” Wouldn’t be the first time Waylon touched a man in the middle of a group scene, but Luca…oh Luca was an exception. He didn’t just want totouchhim, he wanted toownhim. The same way he owned a piece of Mia.
“Yes, please,” he begged on a strangled plea.
Without hesitation, Waylon replaced Luca’s hand with his own.
His body jerked jumped at first, then he settled into the touch with a hiss as Waylon stroked him.
“Way.” Luca’s voice was filled with emotion.
“It’s okay, Luc. I’ve got you, man. Just enjoy the show.”
The mirror above them didn’t lie. It reflected bodies tangled, mouths seeking, fingers coaxing pleasure from skin that had long since surrendered to trust.
Waylon took his time, edging and teasing Luca until he was almost delirious before he stopped completely. Not because he didn’t want Luca’s release, but because now it was their turn with Mia.
He stood and took a step toward the bed, slow and deliberate. “You ready, baby?”
Mia grinned up at him with that sex hazed look in her eyes. “Always.”
Waylon climbed onto the bed and kissed her—slow, deep, and lingering. The kind of kiss that made her sigh against his mouth and arch toward him. When he pulled back, Luca was watching him with that same look from earlier.
Thathungrylook.
He turned to Luca, hand resting on Mia’s knee, and murmured, “You gonna kiss me or keep staring like I’m a dessert menu?”
As if Waylon’s permission was all he needed, Luca leaned in and kissed him—open-mouthed, hot,needy. And God, Waylon felt all of it. The tension, the connection, the trust, the depth.
When they broke apart, Mia moaned softly. “Fuck that was hot.”
Waylon grabbed a condom and rolled it down his length before sinking inside of Mia.
His head fell back and he groaned. “You feel so good, baby.”
“Kiss. Him. Again,” she panted, arching her back and taking more of Waylon into her body.
“You heard her, Luca,” Waylon growled.
His rookie didn’t waste any time. This time, his kiss held more confidence, like Luca was trying to possess him.
Waylon grabbed Luca’s hand, shoving it between where he and Mia met, guiding him right to Mia’s clit.
Luca took the hint, driving Mia to the edge with every thrust of Waylon’s cock.
“Way. Luca. Ugh!” Mia’s body trembled.
