Page 189 of Entangled

“You liked the show? I wanted to do aerials, but Beau nixed it until I have another month or two of healing under my belt.”

Spoilsport.

Eden doesn’t smile though; her eyes are snagged back on my chest. I watch as they slip down and down, and my smile becomes wicked. I wonder if she knows how transparent she is when she’s turned on.

I hook a thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants, and it dips precariously. Her lower lip vanishes into her mouth as her eyes widen.

“The show was...” She takes a breath, then swallows. “Good.”

“Good?” I roll my shoulders back, and she follows the movement, her eyes running all over my chest. “Just good?”

“I—” Eden tears her gaze away. “It made me feel things.”

“Things, huh?” My grin deepens, and I step closer. “Show me.”

Her gaze darts back, and I watch her measure the distance between us like I might pounce. She’s been playing with Jayk too much.

I don’t want to wrestle her to the ground. I just want proof she wants this.

“Show you what?” she asks breathlessly.

One more step, and I’m almost in touching distance. “Lift your dress and show me how it made you feel.”

Eden’s cheeks are pink, eyes a bit too bright, and in her floral dress with her thick hair all about her, she looks too innocent for the things I want to do to her. But I know she’s not. She’d let all five of us stuff her full of our cocks if we asked her to.

Or if we told her to.

“I didn’t bring you here for this.” Her voice sounds like sex. “We should... talk.”

Enjoying the way she’s responding to me, I run my hand down my oiled abdomen. Her eyes track it religiously. “You brought me out here to give me an answer, right? Whether you want me?”

More than that. I need to know if she’s okay with me and Jasper—by the way she looked at us earlier, I’m hoping it’s a yes, but it will break me if it’s not.

Hesitant, Eden nods. It makes her hair ripple prettily, and I watch the ends dance around her waist.

My breathing loses its rhythm. “So do it like this,” I coax. “If you want me, if you want everything that comes along with that... lift your dress.”

Her hands tighten in the fabric, and I wait, every muscle tense.

Then her skirts begin to lift. I see her ankles, her taut calves, one slow inch after another. I feel every one like a pulse through my cock.

Then she stops.

“Wait. I can’t.”

My heart thunders as I try to process the rejection.

“No. I mean, I do want you, Lucky. I want everything with you. It’s just... Beau made me wear...” She huffs, distressed. “I have a...thing.”

Beau? What?

I stare at her—and at the way she’s easing from foot to foot. Her stiffness, the way she keeps rubbing her thighs together...

It clicks.

“Eden.” I stick my tongue in my cheek. I can’t be this lucky.No onecan. “What are you wearing under that pretty dress?”

She lowers her head, looking up at me over her glasses pleadingly. It’s adorable.

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