Page 108 of Grin and Bear It

“No.” Ellie’s response was clear and definite, catching both of our attentions.

“No?” I asked.

“No.” Her arms went up behind her, linking around my neck, holding me against her. I watched her back arch and her tits thrust out as Cole did too, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. My hands slid up her ribs of their own accord, knowing exactly where they needed to go. “You wanted to show him, so show him.”

Fuck, she was perfect. She was so damn perfect. I tilted her head sideways, taking her mouth then, driving my tongue inside her mouth, feeling like I needed to plunder every inch before we were both forced to pull apart and suck a breath in.

“I’ve seen you kiss our mate,” Cole prompted. “If you’re gonna do this, then do it.” His pencil was placed in the central crease of his sketchbook. “Show me more.”

“Ready?” I asked, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt.

“Ready,” she replied, staring up at me.

I held her gaze as long as possible, wanting to see her expression as I bared her to Cole. The t-shirt was tugged off and then when she settled back against me, I could feel the heat of her skin through my work shirt. But when I slid down the strap of her bra, Cole let out a low groan, probably because the pale mound of one breast came into view. I traced the fine blue veins across that swollen slope, watching her nipples press against the cotton of her bra before smiling.

“I think he wants to see everything,” I told her.

“I wake up hard and aching, dreaming of those tits,” Cole added and despite the coarse words, she smiled. My girl leaned forward then, seeming to get into this whole exhibitionist thing, undoing her bra clasp with a practised twist before easing it off and tossing it to the floor.

Cole was supposed to be drawing. I was supposed to be pleasing her, but both of us just stared for way too long, until Ellie started to get uncomfortable. She squirmed on my lap, forcing my hands to slap down on her hips to hold her still. My control shattered at the sight of her.

But she didn’t know that.

Her hands went up, ready to cover herself, that stink of shame filling my nose, so my hands went to her wrists, stopping her.

“Don’t cover yourself, not on my account, not unless you want to. I…” My throat felt like it closed over then.

“What big, tall and fucking stupid there is trying to say is he is struck dumb by the sight of you,” Cole explained to Ellie. “You’re beautiful, I told you that, so you’re going to have to be a little patient with us until we get used to that.”

“Yeah?” My girl turned then, looming above me as she went up on her knees, those beautiful breasts bobbing as she moved. Ellie was more that her bust size. Her competence, her confidence with the boys transfixed me, but right now I just stared at those rosy nipples as if hypnotised. “See something you like?”

“Fuck yeah…” I growled, grabbing one breast and loving the way her skin gave under my fingers.

“You’ll have to be gentle,” she said. “Lin and Nash… They decided to give me the desert after dinner, together.” I knew that, the sight of her with them burned indelibly in my mind. “My nipples are sooo sensitive… uh!”

My control broke as I lunged forward, sucking one nipple in, feeling the bead harden to a point inside my mouth, my tongue flattening against it, sucking it hard. My fingers weren’t to be left out, closing around the other and pinching tight. She said she was sensitive. I should’ve been taking it easy on her, but I couldn’t. Need roared through me, the bear doing the same, the sound of his triumph ringing in my ears, along with her moans.

“Tyson…” Her fingers raked along my skull, not letting me pull away for a second. “Ty…” My grip tightened on her breast, almost as if I wanted to squeeze every iota of pleasure I could from her, until I forced myself to pull back, check in with her, staring into her eyes as I flicked my tongue slowly up one nipple. “Still sensitive.” She shot me a shaky little smile. “Ty, I want… I need…”

But I already knew. I had her up and off my lap in seconds, her jeans pulled off, her shoes tossed aside. It was only when I got to her underwear that I slid that off more slowly, making a show of it that Cole followed closely with his pencil and his eyes.

As his pencil tore across the page, I saw him give our mate her due. He was completely and utterly fascinated by her, sketching down every curve and that was what she deserved. I didn’t know what the idiot that came before us had been doing, but I pulled my girl down on my lap, reaching down to part her thighs, hooking one over one of my legs, then the other.

“Fuck…” Cole groaned, dropping down to his knees and that’s when I felt a moment of bone-deep satisfaction.

We’d spend all our time on our knees, staring at her, worshipping her, if I had anything to say about it and right now I was the altar on which to display our goddess. Cole’s mouth fell open and I knew why. It’d be watering at the sight of her, craving another taste of the woman that was our addiction. I knew that because I felt the same.

I wanted her riding my face, smothering me with her scent, so that I sucked down her slick and made sure she produced more, her clit bumping against my nose with each furtive little pulse of her hips. But right now I needed to give the artist suitable inspiration.

“Ready, beautiful?” I asked, sliding a hand down her thigh and rubbing the swell there.

“If by ready, you mean horny AF, then yeah, I’m ready.”

I chuckled at her hoarse reply, then pressed a kiss to her neck.

“Gonna make you come for me,” I told her, my hand sliding up. “Going to tease this sweet little clit.” I found it by feel, stroking the hood very, very lightly.

“Fuck yess…” Cole hissed, pausing for a second, then his hand moved faster as he flicked to another page. “Make her come hard.”

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