His eyes flare wide, but his hands on my ass grip me harder, and I know I’ve made the right decision.
He carries me into the house and sets me on the kitchen bench while he starts shuffling around the kitchen. The others have disappeared, but Angel hangs in the doorway.
“Angel, I’m going to have to strongly suggest you pick the movie,” I say quietly.
Hazard looks up, and, again, a silent conversation I’m not part of happens, and they come to some kind of agreement, and the tension fades.
Angel picks me up and deposits me on the couch in the living room. He curls up next to me on one side and then covers me with multiple blankets until I’m basically a blanket burrito. He sits back, content, and flicks through my movies until he finds one and puts it on pause.
Hazard comes in with a huge bowl and a massive smile. I expect him to sit next to me, but he straddles my blanketed self and picks up the spoon.
“Open.”
“What is it?”
“Open,” he growls.
I obediently open my mouth while trying to deliver my best glare. My eyes shoot wide. Holy crap, that’s cookie dough. I swallow and open my mouth again.
I squirm happily as I eat and let out a moan. When was the last time I ate cookie dough?
Hazard feeds me three more spoonfuls and then sets the bowl down and leans closer. His mouth is right in front of mine. I want it, his kiss. I want a taste. He inches closer, and, finally, his lips press against mine, but only enough to press, tease, and dance away. He continues this chase and retreat until I’m squirming for a whole other reason.
Then he sits beside me and gives Angel a nod. The movie starts, but I’m too busy watching the twins.
After ten minutes, Hazard moves under the blanket, shifting me until I’m sitting on Angel’s lap.
He reaches into the bowl of cookie dough and comes out with a handful. “Take her dress off, Angel.”
I am really, really grateful to Riot for buying these dresses right now. They are easy to take on and off, and yes, naked, sounds like a great idea.
Angel’s claws slide straight through the dress. I let out a squeak. My bra vanishes just as quickly until I’m sitting in a pink thong. Angel slides me off his lap, back into my spot, as Hazard paints my breasts with cookie dough.
I groan at the look in their eyes as they both watch his hands. But the feel of his hot fingers are rougher than I expected, or maybe I’m just so sensitive. My nipples turn hard, aching and sending pleasure dancing down nerves I didn’t know existed with every brush of his hand.
“Hungry?” Hazard asks Angel.
My eyes widen, but I have no other time to think, or speak, or anything because two mouths descend on my breasts, licking and sucking. Angel is the aggressor, sucking hard enough that I have to cling to him. Hazard licks and flicks his tongue lightly, slowly removing the sugar mix from my skin in teasing, heat-spiraling touches.
The movie is forgotten, Liam is forgotten; all I can do is arch my back, moaning as I soak through the thong, lilac and slick filling the air as my natural perfume comes through.
But again, by some unvoiced decision, they both take my nipples into their mouths and suck hard. I scream, almost coming off the couch. Teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, and my body coils tighter. I writhe against them, almost weeping, my fingernails biting into their shoulders, but they are relentless.
I feel fingers slide between my legs and widen them. Angel growls, and I think it’s him that plunges three fingers into me. I gasp and stiffen, grabbing them harder, digging nails in, trying to hold on as my orgasm slams into me.
They continue licking as I come down, and then Angel pulls his fingers free and sucks my essence off his digits. I watch him, staring as another coil of arousal flares to life again.
“That’s one,” Hazard whispers into my ear.
He sounds completely fucked up; I love it. Wait, what did he say? I jerk my head towards Hazard and stare at him. “One?”
“Mmm. One. Now, let’s enjoy the movie.”
I look from one to the other, but they both just tuck the blanket over me and sit back like they are totally committed to the movie.
I don’t even know what we’re watching, but I can’t sit still. Hazard finally sighs and drops off the couch. Forcing my legs wide.
“Baby, do you need tending?”
