Page 88 of The Layover

That dry smile, the one that crinkled in the corners of her eyes and lit up her entire face, sent desire rolling through me. “Seriously though.” She ducked her head and her voice softened. “I’m sorry I left. Without finishing things, without talking to you… The place looks incredible. But I shouldn’t have— I never should’ve run away.”

Diego opened his mouth, and I gave him a gentle look.

“You weren’t ready to stay. I wasn’t ready for you to stay,” I said. “We had to figure it out.”

Carly nodded.

“I’m glad you both did.” Diego grasped our hands. “And that’s what I care about. That Carly is here now.”

Clean-up didn’t take too long, thanks to the staff and to Carly, who helped despite our protests, and a short while later, she and Diego and I were walking home.

Finally, we were alone. Not really, since the city still bustled around us, but close enough. With the cool night air brushing our skin, the high of being back together rushing through our veins, it was easy to let joy overtake us. Joy and lust.

Carly walked between us, Diego and I each clasping one of her hands. “Are you afraid I’ll run again?” She teased.

“No.” I squeezed, and she returned the gesture. “But Christ I need to touch you and I’ll take what I can get until we’re alone.”

“Same.” She leaned into me, seemed to bounce off my shoulder, and did the same to Diego until we pressed in closer, stopping the walking bobble.

I didn’t want to wait. I felt like I’d waited a lifetime for her, even though it had only been a month or so since we saw her last. The shadows ahead caught my eye and inspiration struck. As we neared a narrow alley between the butcher shop and the bakery, I veered toward it, tugging them along with me.

We didn’t make it far before Diego tugged Carly into him, her back to his front, settled his hands on her hips.

I stepped closer, sandwiching her between us, and rested a hand on her cheek. Wide, clear eyes stared back, amusement and lust sparkling in her gaze.

“This is what I wanted to do when I saw you.” I brushed my lips over hers, softly at first, then deepening the kiss. Sliding my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. Crushing into her until all I could feel was her body pressed against mine and the heat that flowed between us.

This was a connection I’d only ever felt with Diego, but it was Carly-flavored. Smart. Witty. Strong. Experienced. And she was ours.

When I finally broke away, she caught my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged before letting go. “That is what you did when you saw me.” Her voice was playful. “Except for the grumping after.”

“Hmm. Smart of me. No more grumping, though.” I trailed the edge of my finger along her jaw and down her neck, and Diego dipped his head to kiss along the same path.

Voices carried in from a few meters away. We weren’t isolated here. If anyone cared to stop and stare, even though our actions could be hidden from the street, it would be obvious what we were doing.

Diego worked his fingers on the hand furthest from the street, slowly inching up the fabric of Carly’s flowing skirt, until one of her thighs was exposed.

“What are you doing?” Carly asked with a laugh.

“If you don’t know that by now, we have a problem. Do you need an anatomy lesson?” I asked, and dragged a thumb over her bottom lip. “This is your mouth.”

Diego kissed along a slender curve. “This is your neck.”

I slid a hand up her stomach, making sure my actions were shielded from the traffic, and cupped her breast. “This is your—”

“Thank you, Doctors.” Carly caught my hand, but didn’t push me away.

“We haven’t seen you for a month.” A hint of angst and longing bled into Diego’s voice. “You can’t expect us to keep our hands to ourselves forever.” His hand disappeared under her skirt.

Carly shifted her weight, and Diego’s knuckles brushed my hip as he glided his hand closer to her core.

“In a dark alley?” Her voice grew husky. “You sure know how to woo a girl.”

“No girls here.” I moved one hand to join Diego’s, and moved further, to slip a finger under the edge of lace near her pussy. “Only a stunning, brilliant, irresistible woman.” I teased along the crotch, letting the outside edge of my finger brush her damn, hot pussy. “We can stop if you want.”

“I didn’t say that.” The way Carly moved her leg gave me better access to my target.

She was already slick, and my fingers slipped easily inside her. Her gasp at the penetration was fuel on an already raging fire, tugging at my erection until I was so hard it ached. I pumped in and out of her, loving the expressions that flashed across her face, while Diego kneaded her breast.

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