Page 123 of Relentless

“Isn’t happening.” He grunts.

“I give it a week,” I tease.

“You willing to put money on that?” he asks.

Making a wager over her again would be a really fucking stupid thing to do. But then, I never pretended to be smart.

“Hell, yeah. Hundred bucks say you tap her by this time next week.”

“You really have no faith in my self-restraint.”

“Sure, I do. I just happen to know that Alana’s pussy is just that good. One taste and you’re gonna be as obsessed as I am. Best fuck I’ve had… well, maybe ever.”

He glances over at my confession, quite clearly not believing a word of it.

“And you’ve sure had plenty of experience for that to be a valid conclusion.”

“Exactly,” I state proudly, which I don’t think was the result he was hoping for. “I’ll await your opinion by this time next week, and I’d like my hundred in crisp twenties please.”

“Arrogant motherfucker.”

By the time the gate is securely locked behind us and we pull up out front of the house, Reid has noticeably relaxed a little.

“Come on then, let’s go and find out what the love birds are up to.”

“Can hardly wait,” he mutters, trailing behind me as I let us in and march down the hallway.

The second I turn into the kitchen doorway, my eyes widen and my lips curl in delight at what I find.

Reid—clearly paying zero attention to his surroundings—slams straight into my back.

“What the—”

“Shush,” I hiss, not wanting to distract the horny couple on his couch.

“Oh, for the love of God,” he complains.

“What?” I gasp. “It’s hot.”

Alana is sitting astride Mav’s lap, one of his hands is on her ass and the other is resting on her waist, hitching her tank up, giving us a little view of her body.

She’s rocking back and forth over what is obviously his erection as they practically devour each other. They’re so lost to it; they don’t even realize they’ve got an audience. Either that, or they do, and they’re more than happy to have us watching the show. I’m sure as fuck here for it.

“You’re a fucking creep, bro,” Reid mutters, although it doesn’t escape my attention that his eyes never leave them.

“Takes one to know one.”

“Whatever, I’ve got calls to make,” he says before taking off toward his office to go and do dull shit while I get to enjoy the live porno happening right before my eyes.

It’s so hot, I can’t even be pissed that he’s winning our bet by walking away.

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ALANA

I’m flying. Soaring through the sky on a Maverick Murray-shaped cloud. Every single nerve ending in my body tingles, my skin burns and my core aches in the most delicious ways as our tongues tangle together.

I’ve no idea how long we’ve been kissing for. It doesn’t matter. It could be a week and it wouldn’t be enough.

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