Page 78 of South of The Skyway

“Listen, Hotshot. I don’t want to think about you with anybody else.”

“Deal.” Kissing Brexley was like a fucking head rush. My body pricked with sensation anywhere she touched. Heart pounding, dick so hard it was painful. “Now. Tell me what the blonde one did.”

“Well, there was a summer fling and a very handsome best friend.”

Two things happened simultaneously. My cock jerked at the idea of watching someone I trusted touch my woman. Of sharingher. Naturally, my mind filled in the blanks, dropping Jameson and then Broderick into the equation. Two: my rage boiled until it seared my skin. The desire to bust my best friends’ fingers one at a time eclipsed the cruel fantasy.Not even for Jameson or Broderick.There wasn’t a world in the universe where I’d be okay watching another man’s hands on her hips or lips on her skin. Not a world where I could watch someone else’s dick—

“Story time’s over,” I growled, scooping her up and taking her to my bed.Mybed. Not Broderick. Not Jameson’s.Mine. Her satisfied trill of laughter curbed the primal male need to fight, claim, and protect, but only enough to see reason.

This could be used to my advantage.This was a book she’d likely read more than once, a scene she’d no doubt carefully selected because it haunted her waking hours. When I slipped my fingers higher, I found her lace panties damp. She was fucking soaked for me—or the combination of me and this idea in her head—and like hell would I not take advantage of that.

Begrudgingly, I snarled, “What happened next?”

As I laid her down on my plush mattress, Brexley vividly described her favorite erotic fantasy. It came out in desperate pants that sent blood straight to my dick. Like I could even get any harder.Jesus. “The blonde—” she said, gasping as I nipped at the sensitive skin above her shoulder. “She wasin lovewith the blonde.”

“Good taste.”

Breathlessly, she giggled, tossing her head back as I nipped my way up her neck. Chest rising and falling in desperate reaches for air, she set the scene. “They were in…the mountains.”

“Like, a cabin?” I asked, ducking down to suck a rosy nipple between my lips, and relishing in the way she lost her words, hand rushing to cup the back of my head, pulling me tighter to her breast. When I ceased my sucking, she gasped down air, catching on to the prompt and fumbling for the details.

“Outside—they were outside.”

This woman would be my undoing.Holy shit. What straight, red-blooded man didn’t at least fantasize a time or two about fucking their woman somewhere forbidden? I gave her nipple a slow, decadent pull, twirling my tongue around the tip.

“Her boyfriend started while his friendwatched. He slipped off her panties—” a desperate inhalation broke the words apart as I rewarded her with another hard suck. “And slipped his fingers…inside—but she was watching the second man.”

While agonizing territorial instinct and arousal battled for control, I tugged my clothes off, then slipped hers away. I moved down her body, palms desperate to touch and feel and claim. Peeling her lace panties off with my teeth, I pinned her to the mattress with one hand planted between her breasts.

By the time I had access, her clit was a swollen button of need. The instant I lapped up her drenched slit, Brexley bucked against me, little whimpers hitting my system like a shot of whiskey. Heat burst in my belly, wrapping around my spine as I added fingers to the equation, slipping them into her tight center.

“You taste incredible, Ace.” Brexley rode my hand like she’d been begging for my presence between her legs, and I feasted until her back bowed, those perfect, pale breasts arching into the air, her head falling back as her muscles spasmed. When her words failed, I froze, earning an impatient groan as I forced her to continue with the pleasure promised in telling the tale.

“He couldn’t stand watching any longer, so he moved in, caressing her neck, her breasts. When they kissed, it was—like…fireworks,” she fought the words out between desperate little whimpers and gulps of air. “They drove each othercrazy…enemies tolovers…but they wanted…each other the whole time.”

Brexley’s words cut off as my free palm found her perky tit, giving it a light squeeze as she writhed beneath me. My mouth moved up to hers, taking the kiss with all the drive I was attempting to keep contained in my body. There wasn’t a muscle left that wasn’t tense with need to fuck her senseless. To show her I was all she’d ever need. To ring pleasure from her body like nobody else could. But this game…it was worth seeing through to the end. So I kissed her like the man in her fantasy. Kissed her like she wasn’t mine to take, but I was about to do it anyway.

“What happened next?” I demanded, fighting to control my breathing and trailing my lips over her chest as she caught her breath. She had the cutest little birthmark beneath the tattoo on her collarbone, the soft pigmentation catching my attention as I kissed my way across her skin. Brexley squirmed beneath me, seeking the release I’d just robbed from her. Cruel, perhaps, but when we finally fell over that edge—hopefully,together—it would be fucking magnificent. When I planted my leg between hers, she ground against it, desperate for that friction. I chuckled, demanding, “Finish it, Ace.”

“Rhyett,” she moaned, my cock twitching in response. ‘Painful’ was an understatement, all the blood in my body was congregating in the angry purple head of it. I fisted my dick, trying to release some of the pressure as I waited for her to continue.

“Where’s the blonde, baby?”

She breathed, “Pressed against her back.”

“Is she laying down or—”

“Kneeling. They put her on her knees.”

“Good girl. Where were his hands, Ace?”

“Waist,” she panted, adding, “ass.”

“Mmmm, I like that,” I said, my grip on control slipping through my fingers as I chuckled darkly, allowing my palms to glide over her body before sliding away, rising to kneel.

“Baby,” she protested, the desperate haze of lust in her voice an intoxicating reward for this play of ours.

“Come here, Ace.”

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