Page 85 of Rules Of Our Own

I close my eyes as my senses reach out for both of them. If there was any chance of stopping before, it’s nonexistent now. There’s a ding, and the doors slide open.

River places a kiss just below my ear. “Your place or ours?”

I glance at Alex, who’s standing in the doorway, keeping it open, and answer, “Yours.”

There’s a low, pleased rumble from River’s chest that travels through my back.

My voice is cut off from saying anything else by Alex lifting me off my feet and tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

He carries me into their apartment but doesn’t move toward the bedroom like I expect— instead, he heads toward the dining room. His arm bands around the back of my thigh as he slowly slides me down his chest, every inch of me coming alive as it comes in contact with him until he sets me on my toes.

I reach for him, but he catches my hand, kissing my palm. “Just a second, Kitten.”

The displeased sound that escapes the back of my throat just makes him smile wider. Then he steps to stand a few feet back with River.

I drop my hands to my sides, ignoring the anxious pull at my chest. I’m not sure exactly what I thought was going to happen when we got in here—something along the lines of all-encompassing ravishment—but I definitely didn’t expect them to put this distance between us. I shift my feet from side to side, and unable to wait another second in silence—I hate it—I say, “What are you doing?”

“Take off your dress, Mia. Let us see you,” River commands in a low, throaty voice that sends tingles down my stomach and swirls low between my thighs.

Any doubt I was feeling a second ago vanishes, and I reach behind me, pulling my zipper the rest of the way down. I take my time, slipping the fabric over my shoulder, basking in the way their eyes devour every inch of newly revealed skin. There’s a heady power in controlling their attention, and I use every ounce of it. River’s fist clenches at his side, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip when the navy fabric catches on the peak of my breast, halting its path down.

“You’re fucking killing me, Kitten,” Alex groans, drawing a slow, devious smile from me. Because I know exactly what I’m doing.

“Is this what you want?” I gently tug the fabric, and it pools low around my waist, exposing my navy lace bra. It has straps that crisscross like ropes around my ribs, and by the way River stumbles forward, hereallylikes it.

Their chests heave with each breath, and I can make out their hard lengths through their pants. I swallow, remembering how they felt in my hands,my mouth.

I push the dress down, letting it fall to the floor. My panties match my bra, sheer fabric with crisscrossing ribbons over top. I smirk when their eyes descend to the edge of my thigh-high tights.

Alex groans, biting his fist, and meets my gaze. “I don’t deserve you, but Kitten, I don’t fucking care. I want you anyway.”

I let out a high-pitched squeak when he closes the distance between us and drops to his knees. “I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy for weeks.”

He buries his nose between the apex of my thighs and runs his tongue along my clit over my panties. I tremble, my legs giving out, and Alex catches me behind my thighs, lifting me onto the table without removing his mouth from where he’s tracing my core with his tongue.

I fall back, my forearms bent at my side, and my legs dangle over the table as Alex looks at me with molten eyes. His finger trails under the strap of my underwear, and he places a kiss on each hip bone. “I’m sorry. I promise to buy you a new pair.”

He snaps the fabric before I even know what’s happening, but I don’t have time to think about the loss because his tongue dives into my core. “Fuck, Kitten. I didn’t think—I didn’t think I’d get to taste you again—so good—so fucking good—”

“Oh my Go…oh my…oh my God,” I cry out.

He swirls his tongue around my clit before delving it back in. I reach out blindly, and River steps into my touch.

My fingers splay over bare skin, and my eyes snap open. He’s stripped down to his black boxers, providing me with the perfect view. He looks like he’s carved from stone—years of playing hockey and working out have definitely been good to him.

“Like what you see, Mia?” River asks, leaning down so that his lips brush mine when he speaks.

Alex shifts, licking from my ass to my clit, and I arch off the table. “Yes.”

River pushes a strand of hair behind my ear that’s escaped from its tight bun. “You going to do what we tell you to?”

There’s something different, more, in what he’s asking. This is a whole new level of play for me.

Alex pauses, and my whole body revolts against the loss.

“Yes.”

His mouth is back on my clit, and I can feel liquid drip over my ass. That’s how wet I am.

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