Page 109 of Relentless

I’m so fucking close to embarrassing myself it’s ridiculous.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” JD groans.

Her body rocks with the movement of her other arm and I lean forward, pressing my brow against her shoulder as I squeeze her, making her moan as our hips rock in time.

“They’re perfect, huh? And the piercings… pretty sure they’re the best decision Reid’s ever made. So fucking pretty, don’t you think?”

“Perfect,” I confess, letting him know that I’ve seen them.

I can’t imagine what he must think of me. Probably that I’m some sex-starved head case who doesn't know how to please a woman.

I shouldn’t care.

But I do.

I want to be Alana’s everything, and I want everyone around us to think I am.

But they know the truth.

They know that all this time, I’ve been too much of a pussy to let go of my fears and give her what she needed. JD shifts, the bed dipping under his weight. Risking a glance up, I find him on his knees with her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Jesus. That shouldn’t be so hot.

“Can you take another, Dove?” he asks, making my brows pinch.

I swear to fuck if he’s about to invite Reid in here to join, then I’m out… I think.

Fucking hell, a few days in captivity and they’ve turned me into a fucking head case. I can’t seriously be considering a fucking gang bang with my wife, my enemy, and his wannabe joker of a best friend.

My thoughts are shattered when Alana suddenly howls in delight, letting me know the ‘another’ JD was referencing was apparently another finger inside her.

Fucking cunt.

Dragging my eyes down his outstretched arm, I focus on where he’s fucking her with his fingers.

My grip on her breast tightens as I grind harder against her ass.

“You like that, Doll?” I ask, the words falling from my lips without conscious thought. I’m too lost. Too fucking gone to the ache in my balls and the heat of her body burning up against mine.

“Yes. Yes.”

“Help me out a little, yeah?” JD asks, making my entire body freeze momentarily. “Do her clit, bro. Let’s get her there together.”

“Oh my God.” Alana gasps.

“I-I don’t—” I stutter like a fucking moron who doesn’t know what a fucking clit is.

I do. I had more than enough experience in my younger years. But I can’t lie, it’s been a while.

Unwilling to wait for me to have my internal freak out, Alana does what she does best and forces my hand.

My palm slides back down her smooth belly until my fingers graze her mound.

Oh God.

I swallow as I attempt to keep the tremble out of my hand.

I’m not nervous. I’m fucking terrified.

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