Page 96 of Counter Bet

“In fact, I do.” He looks down at me and winks.

Dallas chuckles, but Ben stays silent, still glaring at Jack, who remains unfazed.

Jack swaggers over to the door and turns the lock.

What is happening?

He walks back over to us and takes a seat in the recliner next to the bed. “This is what you wanted, right?” He smirks down at me. “Is this why you set this up?”

Ben snarls deep in his throat like an animal. It must amuse Jack because he grins widely.

My heart is racing.

“You want me to watch them fuck you? Is that why you said you were going to the toilet and then never came back? You wanted me to find you? Well, you got what you wanted, princess. It’s what they call you, isn’t it? Princess?” He throws his arms wide, grinning. “Well, here I am.”

I whimper below Ben’s palm, painfully aroused by Jack’s intense eyes on me and Ben’s hard body on top of me.

Dallas is watching me curiously.

Jack grins at Ben and says to me, “Your boy toy here won’t let me touch you, so why don’t I stay”—he leans back in the chair, removing lint from his jeans—“and watch them fuck you? I have a feeling you would like that very much.” He stares down at me knowingly with a quirked brow and a barely restrained grin.

I nod beneath Ben’s palm, far too aroused to feel any kind of inhibition because he’s right. I do want him to watch.

Jack strokes a hand through his brown locks, then smiles and sweeps his hand out in front of him. “By all means, continue.”

My clit pulsates painfully. I look at Ben and then Dallas, pleading with my eyes. I want it so much it frightens me.

“Are you sure?” Dallas whispers, searching my eyes.

Ben doesn’t remove his hand. I can see that he’s warring with himself. He narrows his eyes on Jack. “If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you!”

Jack chuckles, “You have my word! What happens in here stays in here. How about that?” He nudges his head toward me. “Touch your girl. She’s dying for it!” Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he whispers darkly, “Or else I will.”

Ben stiffens on top of me. “Over my fucking dead body!”

Jack shrugs. “That can be arranged. I wouldn’t mind her warm, naked body in my bed every night while your cold corpse rots in a grave somewhere.”

I squirm beneath Ben’s heavy weight, ashamed to admit that the challenge in Jack’s eyes turns me on, despite his cruel words.

Dallas breaks their stare off when she pushes Ben’s hand off my mouth and trails kisses along my jaw, brushing her soft lips over mine. “We’re going to look after you, princess. Don’t hold back, baby.” She skims her fingers over my sensitive clit.

I gasp, arching my back off the bed.

Ben throws one last glare at Jack, then climbs off the bed and pulls me down by my ankles. He maneuvers me, so my head hangs off the edge.

I palm my breasts, staring up at him from my upside-down position.

He smirks as he undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, yanking them down with his boxer briefs far enough to free his hard dick.

My mouth waters. His green hair is a tousled mess, and his brown eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness as he takes me in on the rumpled sheets, naked and at his mercy.

Dallas shifts on the bed, trailing a path up the inside of my thighs with her warm lips. She alternates between kissing and biting the sensitive skin on her way to where I ache for her touch.

I’m whimpering and gripping the bedsheet when she finally nuzzles my pussy with her nose.

She breathes me in.

I roll my head, watching Jack through heavy eyelids. Does he want to join in, or is he happy being an observer?

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