Page 102 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Not even my own fears.

My resolve pushes me to nestle my head at the nape of her neck. Her sweet aroma wraps around me, making me groan before I lay my lips upon flesh.

She reacts immediately.

A moan echoes against the walls of Maddox’s mouth as he seems to deepen the kiss with the new opportunity. I feel like I’m on autopilot, my body moving to appease its needs after being deprived for so long.

So fucking long.

“Mikayla,” I moan her name into her flesh as I trail kisses along her shoulder until it dips into her top. “God knows I’ve wanted this from the beginning.”

Her lips are too busy with Maddox’s captivating kiss to reply with words, but her moan carries a tone of relief while her hand reaches out to rest on my chest.

When Maddox lets her go, she’s completely breathless. Her face is so red, I feel we did more damage than good, but if I don’t get one more taste of her lips, I’ll go insane with craving.

Fuck, I want to taste every inch of her.

We haven’t even talked about how this is going to work, yet the idea drives me wild from the inside out. My cock is hard and twitching with excitement while my body feels like it’s on fire. My mind wants to fall into the clutches of hazy desire, and it’s taking me everything to think straight and not get completely lost in what I really want to do.

How I want to strip the scrubs off her luscious body and enjoy the naked view of her curvy frame.

Since the moment we saw her at the bar, her figure has taunted me in every way—her big ass, the dip curves in her waist, the bright shade of red in her hair that makes you see her a mile away. She looks so fucking good every day, no matter what she’s wearing.

But after seeing her in Maddox’s Jersey, I need to see her in mine.

Naked beneath it, so I can tease her nipples through the holes until her slick is dripping down the sides of her legs and leaving her begging for me to eat her out.

Fuck. I have to tame the beast she’s awakened inside me.

After I get my share of those divine lips.

With no more time to get revolved in my thoughts, I’m kissing her in full throttle, my tongue diving right in and consuming her mouth with possessive dominance.

She falls right into it, the raw desire in her eyes doing crazy things to my body that’s quivering for more. Her eyes slowly close as she fights me back, her tongue entwining with mine while her hands roam my chest.

Maddox is laying kisses somewhere on her body, and I’m turned on by the idea of him leaving newly fresh hickeys on her flesh just so Dr. Bridgett can assume what we’ve done here without her presence.

It’s an enlightening feeling that brings this sense of power to the surface. To show off our girl with marks that prove she’s ours.

Only ours.

I shiver when her hands move across my nipples, the touch enough for her to break the kiss just to look at me. I take the chance to catch my breath as the two of us get lost in each other’s fervent stare.

She does the brushes them again, only slower.

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning.

A flicker of understanding twinkles in her eyes, and I wonder if she likes what she’s just discovered.

“Piercing?” she mouths.

It feels forbidden to admit it, yet the flash of my smile has her eyes darkening and her tongue gliding over her bottom lip.

My Mickey loves piercings.

“You want an explorative taste, don’t you?” I don’t know what I’m doing tempting her like this, but I love how it riles her up, as she doesn’t hide how it affects her.

“Yes,” she eventually whispers in a tiny voice that does far too many things to me.

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