Page 47 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
I raised my gaze to look at both of them, just as Brooks replied with a short nod. I didn't expect him to say anythingmore, and he didn't, but the look he gave me said more than words would have anyway.
"Thanks," I muttered awkwardly. Now would be a good time to busy myself cupping Leah's breasts and palming her nipples, making them harder for me.
"Josiah," Leah said, soft but insistent again. "Look at me."
"I am looking at you." I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Look at myface." She tilted her head, so she could look me in the eyes.
I managed to drag my eyes from her breasts, to meet her gaze. "You don't need to?—"
"I think I do," she said. "You deserve to be loved as much as the rest of us. Maybe more than some of us." She slid a teasing look toward Brooks.
"Fuck off," he said with a laugh. "I know you love me."
She leaned over and kissed his mouth before turning back to me. "If this is too much, too soon, we understand. It's a big deal to go from being alone, to being part of a group. No one would blame you if you need to step away."
"You're right," I said, my voice low, as if that might keep me from being judged. "It's a lot. I want to be here." Wherever she was, I wanted to be there too. "If you want me to be."
"We want you here," she said firmly. "I want all of you here."
"Even me?" Brooks ran the tip of his finger down the side of her face, over her collarbone and down to her chest, stopping just short of my hand.
"Even you," she whispered, her eyes darkening.
"I think she's overdressed, don't you agree, Josiah?" Brooks asked.
"I definitely agree," I said. "I think we should fix that immediately." Reluctantly, I moved my hands from her breasts, down to her waist, lifting her carefully so Brooks could ease herleggings and panties down over her ass. She had to straighten her legs so he could pull them off her feet and toss them aside.
"Much better." Brooks pulled her feet into his lap and started to run his hands up the inside of her legs.
I let my gaze slide up and down her body, taking in every curve, every freckle. Wanting to commit every centimetre of her to memory. She was so beautiful, she made my cock harder than hell. Pressing into the side of her ass.
"Perfect," I whispered, so soft I could barely hear it myself.
"I bet she's nice and wet already." Brooks teased her thighs apart.
"Show us." Connor and Riley finished placing bowls in the dishwasher and had come to join us. Connor crouched in front of me and Brooks. "Show us how wet she is."
Brooks carefully bent her knees, opening her legs out to them.
Connor's tongue slid across his lower lip. "So wet."
"Very wet." Brooks' fingers were on her pussy, pressing into her. It drew a moan from her plush lips.
Making me even harder.
"If one of you doesn't—" she started.
"We'll tell you when one of us will fuck you," Connor said.
"Who died and made you boss?" Brooks circled her clit with his thumb.
"I made myself boss," Connor said. He pulled out his phone and started filming the way he was touching her.
"Josiah and I are both older than you," Brooks pointed out.
Without moving his phone too much, Connor shrugged a shoulder. "I don't give a shit. Make her come."
