And all jokes aside, she’s getting this gel on her one way or another. No fucking way am I allowing her to walk around with a swollen, sore pussy.
Or… a little flicker of satisfaction runs through me. Not completely, anyway.
Her eyes flick from me to the gel.
Play with me, Briar.
She bites down on her lip. “Seems like you should have fixed it the first time then, no?”
Even Kai huffs his amusement, and my smile lights up like I’m a fucking Christmas tree.
Fuck, yes. “Fair point. In that case – why don’t I kiss it better as an apology, and we’ll put the gel on after?”
The look on her face is a combination of shock and sheer, naked longing. I have to cross my arms to stop myself reaching for her. My next words are smug. “Seems to me like I knowexactlywhat you need.”
I lean forward until I’m less than an inch away from her lips. She licks them nervously as I tap the counter again, this time making an audible sound. “Up you get.”
This is more fun than I’ve had in years. Maybe ever.
Another little hint of what sits beneath that shyness peeks out when she raises one eyebrow at me. I’m getting ready to say fuck it and just toss her up when she lifts up her arms in silent request.
“Good girl.” I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her easily, settling her down on the cool island. “Kai?”
He’s already on it, grabbing his hoodie from the back of his stool and rounding the island as I set my hand on her stomach and nudge her down. Kai bundles his hoodie, using it as a makeshift pillow for her head as she settles back.
Awake, and more than fucking aware of what happens next.
Whichever god listened to me the first time, please keep Jenson wherever he is for at least the next thirty minutes. And thank you to previous iterations of me for whatever the fuck I did in a previous life to deserve this.
“Kai.” My mouth curves. “Hold onto her hands, would you?”
She gasps as his hands wrap around hers. He presses a kiss to her palm, but doesn’t let go.
“My, my.” My fucking mouth is watering. “Are these stockings?”
They are. Sleek black stockings with a fucking glorious dark line up the back. I slide my hands up them. “Spread, baby.”
The moniker falls from my lips almost as naturally as Briar follows my instructions, her legs falling open. Both her and Kai watch as I investigate what she’s wearing under her knee-length, woollen navy dress. “River, I—,”
My head pops up. “Didn’t feel like wearing any underwear today?”
She shakes her head slowly. “Sore, remember?”
“Hmmm.” I investigate, rolling up her dress under it’s over her hips. I lift them easily, dragging the material beneath to leave her completely open to me.
Fuck. She does look sore. “We had a lot of fun with your pussy last night. Maybe too much.”
And the marks on her thighs are definitely from my fucking stubble.
I carefully stroke up her slit, and she makes a tiny little noise. “But you’re all wet, Briar. Did you get yourself worked up, watching us?”
She nods silently as I watch her face, her green eyes focused on mine. “Do you want me to use my mouth on you? And I want to hear you say it. If you’re too sore, we can wait.”
She shakes her head, and I raise my eyebrows in silent admonishment. “No. I want you to use your mouth. Please.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
It takes a second to lift her thighs and hook them over my shoulders, spreading her nice and wide for me. The first touch of my tongue is gentle. Testing. But her cry is music to my ears as I trace the softest circle around her clit. “River!”
