Page 14 of Bad Men

“I’m wet,” she breathed. “I’m always wet, but it’s worse when you’re around. I can’t think straight. All I want is you to—”

Dav kissed her.

No.

It wasn’t a kiss.

He assaulted her mouth with an angry brutality I knew would bruise in the morning. He grabbed at her hair, eliciting a whimper from her when he tore the band free, unleashing a mane of dark curls around her shoulders. His fingers locked into the strands and yanked. Mia cried out, but didn’t stop him, not even when he bit on her lower lip hard enough to make me wince.

“Shut up!” he snarled. “Don’t say another word or so God help me, I’ll fuck you right here.”

Breath coming out in desperate pants, Mia blinked at him with eyes glossy with hunger. Her lips, wet, swollen and showing the first signs of Dav’s abuse parted, but she wisely said nothing. Instead, she did something worse.

Small fingers released their white knuckled grip on his forearm, the arm attached to the hand he had clutching her hair and drifted to the top button on her dress. My eyes widened with the first flick. I wasn’t breathing by the second. By the third, I was hard enough to explode.

Dav wasn’t moving. He’d dropped his attention from her mouth and watched as fabric parted over generous breasts, breasts unrestrained by any other material.

Lord help us both, but she was fully naked under that dress.

“I’m yours,” she rasped, the slight tremor in her voice, in her hands giving away just how nervous she actually was. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Mia,” Dav hissed, never once looking away from the firm, round mounds now bare before our eyes, the nipples hard, pink points begging for attention.

“I only have one request,” she choked out. “Be gentle … just this time. I’ve never done this before.”

That was enough to break the spell she had on us. Dav’s head snapped back and he stared at her.

“You’re a virgin?”

A pink flush worked up her chest and flooded into her cheeks. “For the moment. Is that a problem?”

Yes! I started to snap. It’s a big fucking problem. Neither one of us had ever had a virgin before and that was an intentional decision. Neither one of us knew what the hell to do with one. Even as teenagers, we kept a wide birth between us and those girls. They required things, gentleness and patience we didn’t know how to give.

But she’d gone through every button on her dress and it hung open like an invitation. Her tits, perfect, round globes sat high and proud on her chest above the smooth valley of her belly, the narrow slants of her waist and finally … she had her knees together, but I knew what would be between them — heaven.

My salvation.

She needed to put her clothes back on.

I willed Dav to sense my thoughts the way I knew he could, but he was as frozen as I was. Then his mouth opened and the dumbest, stupid decision I’d ever heard from the man came out, and I had never loved him more than I did at that moment.

“Open your legs.”

Mia showed her first sign of hesitation, but with a slowness that nearly drove me insane, she parted her knees. Twin lips peeked out from the junction, small, pink, perfect lips.

“Wider,” I heard myself breathe.

Her gaze flicked to me, but she did as I asked. She shifted down in her seat and widened her stance. It wasn’t enough, but it had opened a doorway and her scent billowed free. My mouth was salivating. My tongue ached to sweep through her folds. The insanity was unbearable.

“Come here.”

Dav adjusted his position, widening his own knees as his hand fought with the zipper of his jeans. Even I watched in fascination as he pulled his cock out, thick and already slick with precum. Mia’s eyes widened, but she rose obediently. Dav tugged the rest of her dress off and tossed it into her empty seat then motioned her over.

He positioned her with her back to his chest, her legs spread over both of his. She was trembling. I didn’t think it was from the cold, but she grasped the armrests and lowered herself down onto his lap.

But he didn’t let her take him in. She was placed with his dick cradled between her ass cheeks.

“Easy,” he murmured gently into her ear. “There’s a good girl.”

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