Page 105 of As Thick As Thieves

“Fuck,” I mumbled when he finally stopped torturing me, satisfaction in his gaze as he helped me sit up.

“Better?”

“Definitely,” I murmured, leaning over to lick his pussy-coated lips. He kissed me, sharing my taste as his hand wandered up my shirt, but I almost went flying as the car braked suddenly, Cruz’s eyes whipping up to Knox’s in the rearview.

“What the fuck, man? Be careful.”

“Put your fucking seatbelts on and you wouldn’t have to worry,” Knox said flatly, making Drake snicker. Knox was such a sour puss when he wanted to be, but he did have a point.

Knox

We tidied the house once we’d packed our things, and I made sure to leave some bills on the dining table to help Estelle. She hadn’t accepted any money from us but had cooked for us every night when she got home from work, on top of letting us stay for a week. Electricity and water wasn’t free.

Estelle texted Penn to let her know she was working late, which threw our plans of breaking into Penn’s father’s house tonight out. Apparently, he was hosting a party, so the place would be crawling with people. We’d have to do it tomorrow instead, but it also meant we could plan a little better.

I could tell Penn didn’t want to leave, she’d enjoyed being here, but she also knew we were putting Estelle in danger by staying. The compound was safer, and everyone in it was trained in case of an attack.

“We need a bigger bed,” Penn said casually on the car ride back to Rawson Grove, making me snort.

“The fuck for?”

“So I can sleep beside all of you instead of having to make a schedule,” she answered, snuggling into Cruz more in the backseat. “And it means we won’t fall out while having wild monkey-sex.”

“It’s going to be a while before I’m happy to look at Stone while we tag team you, Whitlock.”

“I’m patient,” she grinned, pulling her phone out to text. Drake was in one of his annoying moods, flashing me a devious smirk.

“How about some road head, big guy? I know you secretly love it when Penn watches us. You finish faster.”

“Pass.”

“Is it because of Cruz? He doesn’t mind. Right, bro?” Drake asked as he turned in his seat, and Cruz chuckled.

“Pretend I’m not even here. I’m getting used to you two having spontaneous fuck sessions. How about you pull over and let me drive? I’d do that for you since I’m a good buddy.”

“No road head!” I barked, narrowing my eyes when Drake sighed.

“Fine. Cruz? You want some road head? What’s a little head between brothers, am I right?”

My hand darted out to wrap around his throat, my eyes flicking between his and the road.

“The day another man’s cock goes between those lips is the day you fucking lose teeth, Drake Curtis. Do you understand?”

“Oof, yes, Daddy,” he cackled, and I tightened my grip even more.

“I fucking mean it. You want to choke on dick that badly? Fine. Go ahead,” I snarled, releasing him to unzip my pants and free my dick. Cruz rolled his eyes in the back, and Penn still seemed focused on her phone, so I grabbed Drake by the hair and yanked his face down into my lap. Sharing Penn with my boys was one thing, but I’d kill any other motherfucker for touching her or Drake. Cruz and Stone had zero interest in him, I knew that, but I didn’t like how Drake thought he could taunt me.

The angle was awkward, and Cruz silently leaned forward and released Drake’s seat belt. Drake pushed my dick down his throat and gagged loudly, drawing Penn’s attention, her phone forgotten about as Drake obediently blew me. My eyes flicked to the rearview, hating Cruz being here despite knowing he didn’t give a fuck what we did, and I relaxed a little at finding his face in his phone. He wasn’t paying us any attention, and even as a groan left me, he didn’t glance up.

“Fuck, deeper,” I growled, pushing Drake down how I wanted him, hardening more as he let out a wet gag and struggled for air. Penn shuffled forward, giving us our own time, but her hand slid up the back of Drake’s shirt to offer him silent encouragement like he’d done for her earlier. Knowing she was watching made Drake work even harder, my thighs tensing as I fought to keep the car on the road.

We’d done this a lot over the past few years, but knowing Penn was watching was distracting as fuck.

Within minutes, my knuckles were gripping the steering wheel, and heat licked at my spine as I came, cursing insults and praise at the same time. My body was weak from the intensity of it, and Cruz finally glanced up, the hint of a smile on his face.

“Want to pull over and let me drive now?”

“Fuck off,” I huffed, cupping the back of Drake’s head and planting a quick kiss on his forehead. “Thanks, babe.”

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