Page 59 of Desiring an Angel

Reality leaked into my brain, pulling me from sleep, but I ignored my mind’s desire to fire on all cylinders and start planning for the day.

Ash’s back plastered to my chest and groin made grinding my morning wood against his ass a necessity as it always did when I woke up hard and horny for him.

I splayed my fingers over his abs—and realized soft skin pressed against the back of my hand.

The scent of coconuts registered in my mind at the same time, jolting my length against Ash’s backside.

A simple lift of my head, a few blinks to clear my sleep-hazed vision, and my suspicions confirmed as truth.

Skylar snuggled into Ash’s front, her hair a wild mane of red over our pillows.

Images from the night before flashed through my brain—Ash’s hand on her thigh beneath the water, their lips tasting each other’s. I’d lusted to join in but hadn’t been in good headspace to get caught up in the physical, hookup or more.

Cracks had ruptured in my wall, which had sent me hurrying to bed. Even though I wondered what they did in my absence, I knew Ash wouldn’t put his dick in her, and she’d chipped away at my resolve throughout our evening, lessening my dislike over the thought of the two of them touching outside my presence.

I’d passed out into darkness, gladly giving my thoughts over to sleep.

That vulnerability that had me escaping them the night before returned in full force as I stared at her in our bed, a longing for something deeper than I’d ever felt leaving me off balance.

Uncomfortable.

I shoved against the foreign feeling attempting to take control over my mind and body.

My grip on Ash’s hip tightened, and he reached down, sliding his fingers through mine.

He was awake.

As though of the same mind, we moved our hands across his flesh to Skylar’s thigh. My skin burned at the contact of her smoothness, and we skimmed higher, straight to her bare fucking ass cheek that fit in my hand like she’d been created just for me.

“Fuck,” I grunted the word, lust jerking my dick against Ash.

“I touched her last night,” Ash whispered. “Got her off with my fingers—but that was all.”

His ass felt so fucking good against my hard dick, and her sweet globe filling my palm showed me exactly why he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself.

“This ass,” I hissed, rubbing hers and thrusting against his.

“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, leaving my palm on her backside to skate his down along her thigh again.

Skylar stirred, her long auburn lashes blinking as her eyelids fluttered upward.

Her pale green eyes gaze flitted from Ash to me where I’d propped on an elbow behind him.

She didn’t speak, but her swelling pupils, hardened nipples beneath her tank, and the parting of her lips stated what she wanted.

And I was too goddamn horny to overthink denying the gorgeous minx.

I rolled away, yanked open the bedside table’s drawer, and fished for what I needed. A quick tear of the foil wrapper by my teeth, and I huddled over Ash once more, reaching between him and Skylar to roll the condom onto his hard length. Intentional brushes of the backs of my knuckles against her pussy assured me she was wet and ready for him.

Holding her gaze, I bit his earlobe. “Give Skylar your dick, baby.”

I grabbed the back of her knee, lifting her leg over his hip—she didn’t fight my granting him access to her body. Skylar scooted in closer and held my gaze as Ash shifted.

She blinked rapidly, her mouth falling open as his ass flexed, and he sank his length into her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his grasp on her thigh tightening.

“She feel good?” I whispered over his ear, flicking my tongue out to make him shiver.

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