Page 85 of Gemini
My throat tightened a little. “This is…” I couldn’t find the words.
“Sick? Cool?” Leslie listed. “Badass even?”
I grinned. “I love it.”
Leslie leaned down and kissed my head. “Good.”
I got up to put it on properly. Slipping my arms into the sleeves and adjusting it, I found it fit to my size. Leslie sunk into the chair to watch as I turned and posed, showing off the back.
“Look at that, it’s perfect,” Leslie said.
Dom clapped in agreement.
“It’s awesome.”
“Thank Miranda. She’s the one who designed it.”
My hand drifted across the fine leather. “I will.”
Leslie leaned back as his eyes drifted over me, looking both satisfied and hungry. “There is a small price.”
My brows rose. “Oh, yeah?”
He parted his legs, tapping on one thigh. “Come here.”
I played with the zipper of my jacket, glancing between the brothers before moving slowly over to him. I stopped to stand between his legs. His hands drifted up my thighs to my hips, gripping them. He turned me around and sat me on his lap, hands moving up my waist. Already, I could feel my body warming up at his touch. One hand lifted the skirt of my dress while the other slipped underneath, sliding past my underwear.
Leslie groaned as his fingers trailed across me. “Damn, so wet already,” he whispered, his mouth pressing to my neck, biting down just enough to force a moan out of me. My gaze caught Dom’s across the table, his eyes darkening as he watched. He winked at me as he took a hit of his joint, and I flushed. But I didn’t tell Leslie to stop. He lifted my skirt up more so my lacey panties were exposed for both of them to see. His fingers circled me, dipped inside, then circled again. Goosebumps trailed across my skin, my breath hitching as the ache between my legs intensified, and my body tightened. The heat pooled inmy center as he fingered me in a slow, excruciating rhythm. I tilted my head back, a moan rising in my throat.
“Mmm, that’s it. Come for me.” He nipped my ear as his hand slid up and down. His free hand moved up my body, under the jacket, squeezing my breast. My gaze drifted to Dom. Seeing him watch made me grow hotter, sweat dripping down my back. I tried desperately not to squirm and writhe under Leslie’s touch but failed. A little whimper slipped from me as he quickened his pace, going deeper, making my pulse race, the heat coiling tighter, until I couldn’t take it, and I grounded against him, one hand gripping the nape of his neck, the other clinging to the fabric of his pants.
“Please,” I begged. But there was no need, my body responded instantly, my pussy throbbing around his fingers as I came. I let out a little cry, shutting my eyes as my body trembled and bucked on top of him. Leslie put an arm around me to steady me, laughing in my ear.
“I’m willing to bet Dom is as hard as me now.” He chuckled. “He had a great view.”
Dom shifted slightly in his seat, not complaining as he took a long drag of his joint.
I shuddered as he slipped his hand from under me, and I closed my legs. “You two are crazy.”
Leslie’s smile touched my neck. “Mmm, but you love it.”
Twisting my head, I kissed him, and his arms came around me, holding me tightly. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered against his mouth.
He tilted back so we locked eyes, lifting a hand to brush his knuckles across my jaw. “My girl,” he murmured.
Shifting around, I straddled his lap. “Since I’m officially a head member of Gemini, I have some stipulations.”
Leslie grunted. “Should have figured.”
Dom offered Leslie his joint before picking up the laptop from the table and opening up a note app. He cracked his knuckles and signed, “Go on.”
I wrapped one arm around Leslie’s neck, thinking. “I want some creative control over parts of the clubhouse.”
Leslie snorted. “As if we wouldn’t allow you that.”
“And Dom needs a new ride.”
“Absolutely,” Leslie said. “What else?”
