Page 83 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

My hands on her waist.

A soft moan hums against the inner walls of Mishka’s throat and does sinful things to me. I fight off a quiver, my cock feeling restricted in these sweatpants because Mishka’s still sitting in my lap. Doesn’t help when she wiggles, as if she can’t keep still while Maddox continues his unexpected kiss like I don’t exist.

Oh, no. He knows I’m here.

I can’t figure him out.

I can’t figure myself out.

Imagine another person.

Breaking the kiss after ten long seconds, the two of them catch their breaths and stare into each other’s eyes. Surely, the world has faded, and they’re in their own world’s orbit, but then Maddox looks my way.

Darkened, hooded eyes that make me wonder if he’d kiss me, too.

Fuck. Stop this, Wolfgang! We can’t do that shit.

The sudden knock on the door makes all of us flinch and stare at the culprit of the sound.

Maddox looks back at Mishka, and they share another look before he mutters, “You good?”

“Yes,” she replies, and I see how her cheeks are beginning to flush red. “Thank you.”

Maddox finally lets himself smile before he pushes off me for leverage and gives me his cocky grin.

Asshole.

Why do I feel used?

Maddox opens the door to let Ace and now Damien inside.

Their eyes immediately land on us.

“Aren’t you two getting comfortable?” Ace states with a whistle. “How’s the couch?”

I know what he’s doing, which makes me grunt while my hands suddenly grip Mishka tighter, so she won’t get up.

“Very comfortable,” I huff and watch Ace’s eyes, which are full of amusement.

Damien walks right up to us, and before any of us can react, he does something completely unexpected.

Kisses Mishka… on the forehead.

“Hey, Mikayla,” his voice is extra soft-spoken while his eyes take her in. “Comfy there?”

“A-Ah…” She’s blushing harder now before she squeaks, “Yes? Very… comfy.”

On my fucking lap.

I can die now.

I’ll be satisfied with life.

Damien smiles before he sits right next to me, puts an arm across the back of the couch, and purposely pats his lap.

“Come sit here.” He executes the boldest move I’ve ever witnessed, and damn.

My mouth feels dry.

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