When I circle her throat with my right hand, her pulse quickens against my palm. “I play filthy now.” I crush my lips over hers, showing her how nasty I can be, and when I raise my head, she stares back at me, dazed. “Put your hands on me. I need you to touch me.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She scrapes her nails up my back and snags my bottom lip between her teeth. I can’t stop the growl that works its way out of me. My cock swells and kicks. I grind against her to ease the ache when she sinks her teeth into me harder. When she opens her jaw, her grin is pure evil. “I play filthy, too.”
Of course she does. We learned how together.
I claim her mouth again and savor her taste as I duel with her tongue for dominance. Aw, she’s adorable if she thinks this one goes to her. Nah. This is all me. She can take charge of Round Two, but this one is mine. I prove it by gripping her hip and swallowing her gasp as I dry fuck her. Until pearls of precum weep from the tip of my cock, and I’m balancing on a razor’s edge. My sanity damn near about to snap if I don’t get inside her.
But enough of up here because Faith has another set of lips I’ve missed, and those are farther south…
“Be right back,” I say with a mischievous grin.
She pops up on her elbows. Her confused frown is adorable. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Not far.” I point between her legs. “Right about here.”
She flops back on the pillow. “Oh, God.”
“Nah. Just me, Fizzle. Jester.” I don’t rush down to my favorite place in the whole damn world, even though I want to dive there and drown in her. Instead, I take my time. Tease my way first to one nipple, then to the other. Lavish enough attention on them to make up for the lost years they were out of my reach. “I’ve missed my girls.”
“They’re not yours anymore,” she counters.
I nip her left nipple, pulling a choked cry from her. “He who names them owns them,” I remind her.
She lifts her head and stares at me, her eyes wide. “You remember that?”
“There’s not a blessed thing I don’t remember about us. Now lay back so I can give Xena and Gabrielle the attention they deserve after not seeingmy girlsfor seven years.”
Again, she flops back and closes her eyes, with her hair—that gorgeous, brown hair—spilled out around her. I inch lower and kiss her stomach, giving her insulin injection site extra attention. And then I’m back on the move. “Lift up.”
She does, raising her ass. I deliberately run my fingers over her flesh as I drag her shorts and underwear over her hips and down her legs. As I bare her exquisite pussy for my greedy gaze, it’s like time freezes.Christ. She’s gorgeous. Every part of her.
“You’re killing me, Jester,” she groans, propelling time back into motion.
“Not yet I’m not.” I take my sweet time to kiss the entire area before I finally reach my destination. “Hello, Petunia. It’s been far too long.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Faith flicks me on the top of my head.
“You hush, up there. This is between Petunia and me.”
Faith slaps a hand over her mouth and shakes her head. “You’re insane.” Her words are muffled, but I heard them fine.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I kiss her inner thigh, and her entire body practically launches off the bed. “Would you have me any other way?”
Her arms land at her sides, slamming against the mattress. “I didn’t want you at all.”
“Yet here you are.” I kiss the soft skin of her other inner thigh. “Why me, Fizzle?”
“Why you, what?”
I stroke her everywhere but her pussy. “Why did you call me that night?”
She squeezes her eyes closed and again shakes her head. “I panicked.”
“Bullshit.” I trail a single finger up her wet slit and swallow a laugh at her frustrated sigh. “You could have called anyone. Your mom. Sister. Kerri. That’s her name, right?” I tease her entrance, still with only my index finger. “But you called me. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Faith bears down, presses into my touch. Her back arches. Gorgeous. “I needed you.”
Damn right, she did.
