Page 38 of Fearless

It doesn’t matter though, the effect is the same.

Both of their eyes zero in on my core. JD licks his lips as if he’s imagining getting down on his knees for me while Reid bites down on his bottom lip.

“We’ll break him eventually,” Mav whispers in my ear.

“I’m up for the challenge,” I shoot back quietly.

Mav’s hand slides toward my pussy and every muscle in my body tenses as I wait for his touch.

“Oh my God.” I gasp as he rubs me over the lace of my thong.

“So wet,” he muses, circling my clit with the most perfect pressure.

I just get into it when he drags his fingers away and lifts them to his lips.

“And so fucking delicious.”

The music continues to boom around us as his hands trail over my body, teasing me just as much as the two assholes before us.

“Let us see her,” JD demands after a few minutes.

I’m still sitting here spread wide open for them, but it’s not enough.

I get it. The fact they’re both still clothed is pissing me the hell off too, but I refuse to allow them to strip. This is meant to be punishment, after all.

“You want to see my doll?” Mav taunts. “What if I want to keep her all to myself?”

“Too fucking late for that now. She’s ours. That pussy belongs to us just as much as it does you.”

JD’s words alone light a fire inside me.

I don’t just belong to Mav anymore. I belong to all of them.

And right now, all of them want me something fierce.

After years of neglect and craving love and attention, it’s more than I ever could have dreamed of.

Unwilling to share quite yet, Mav pushes his fingers inside my panties.

“Oh fuck.” I gasp when he finds my clit.

My hips jump up as he plays me.

“Maverick.” JD growls while Reid sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees as if getting closer will help him see through the lace hiding what he really wants to see.

“Oh my God.” I moan, my nails digging into Mav’s thighs as he works me perfectly.

My head falls back on his shoulder as my release approaches, my entire body trembling with the need to let go.

And just before I fall, he moves his fingers.

“No,” I cry in frustration and I open my eyes just in time to catch Reid’s satisfied smirk.

But if he thinks that Mav is going to leave me hanging like that then he’s going to be bitterly disappointed.

The sound of ripping fabric hits my ears a beat before cool air rushes over my heated core.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Look how wet you are, Dove. You’re practically dripping on Mav’s pants.”

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