“Are you suddenly gettingmorals, Adler?” he asks.
“Don’t fucking call me that.” I roll him off me, sit up. Savannah is still sprawled out on the couch, watching us with interest. “Your decision, princess.”
She does a little shimmy. Her nipples are peaked inside her bra, her cheeks flushed from having come all over Brayden’s face, a taste that coated my tongue while he and I were kissing. One that just made me want more. “Only seems fair,” she says, “since you did get that preview of us this morning.”
I drag myself up, sit on the couch beside her. After a moment, I pull her onto my lap, facing outward, legs sprawling over mine. I don’t wait, just dip my hand down to her bare pussy, still wet from her husband’s mouth. “You knew I was listening,” I say.
Savannah’s hair brushes my mouth as she nods.
“I tried to block it out,” I say. “At first.”
She tips her head back. Smiles up at me knowingly. In the lighting of my apartment—because I’d set the lamps and the music and stocked the fridge with drinks, because I’d do anything to have her pressed against me—her eyes are neither green nor brown, a color I can’t quite name, but want to etch into my memory. She rolls her body again, lush against my cock. “You liked what you heard?” she asks.
“Did I like the sound of you getting fucked?” I drop a kiss to her neck, another, another. “You know the answer to that one.” I suck a mark, overlapping with the one Brayden left earlier, a bruise that tells the world that we’re hers. “But I like the feel of it better.”
It doesn’t take much positioning, just Savannah getting up on her knees, her holding my cock at the base as she eases me inside. We slot together,fittogether, and I know she can feel it from the way she’s moaning around me as she rides me, pussy snug on my cock, hair soft against my mouth.
Brayden’s watching us from the floor. His eyes catch mine, and he shucks off the last of his clothes. He goes to spit on his hand, then stops, crawls over to where Savannah and I are joined together. Studies us for a moment like he’s deciding what to do.
“He giving you almost enough?” he asks, slightly skeptically, and Savannah gasps ayes. Brayden uses that to slide his index finger in her mouth, pumping it a few times and then withdrawing it. “You’re taking him so well. But I think you could take a little more.”
He angles his hand, slowly pushes his finger inside her. I can feel him, stretching her pussy, pushing her right to her limit, using her slickness to make us both groan.
“Did I say you could stop?” he asks me, and I thrust my hips, just as he presses down on Sav’s shoulder, driving us all deeper.
Tears form at the edges of her eyes, and I almost want to ask her if this is too much when she winks an eye open, fixes Brayden with that commanding look of hers, the one that would make me grab every star from the sky if that’s what she wanted. “Is that all?” she asks, voice haughty.
Brayden laughs and shakes his head and presses a second finger inside her, stroking my cock as he does. “Give her everything,” he orders me.
I have no choice but to listen, thrusting, losing myself inside her. I come, hot, bright, a blink of white between my eyes, pouring myself out, her pussy perfect around me. My hands drift over her—the rise of her breasts, the soft swell of her stomach, the strength in her thighs. Fuck, how can I ever get enough of her?
I’m barely done, spent, chest heaving, when Brayden withdraws his fingers, replaces them with his mouth. His tongue trips over her clit, fast enough I can feel her flutter around me, her orgasm building until she wrenches another one from me too, until I’m gasping and empty.
Brayden pulls her off me, my cock twitching at the sudden change. “Savannah,” he says, voice playfully serious, a side of him that I didn’t know existed until now, “have you been fucking my teammate behind my back?”
She laughs. “Maybe.” But her laugh turns to a moan when he starts to finger her, pushing my come deeper inside her.
“I should punish you,” he says. “Fuck you until you forget about everyone’s cock but mine.”
“I don’t know”—she rolls her hips against his hand—“that doesn’t sound much like punishment.”
He picks her up from the couch, turns her, bends her over until her hands are on either side of my shoulders, ass in the air, face near mine. “Tell him exactly whose wife you are,” he says.
He thrusts into her hard, her pendant bouncing, her voice reduced to half-bitten-off syllables that could be either of our names. Her eyes lock with mine and I stroke her face, her neck, the pretty tops of her shoulders, the beautiful curve of her arms. She says my name.Asher.A whisper. The one I’ve wanted to hear ever since I met her. The one I want to carry with me the way she does that pendant around her neck.
“Huh,” I say, mostly to rile Brayden.
His hips stutter. “What’s that?”
“Doesn’t seem like she’s forgotten about me.” I smirk up at him, an expression guaranteed to make him fuck her harder, which he does.
Savannah’s eyes clench shut, her nipples screw into hard little buds, her body starts trembling like it did in that bathroom, when I wanted nothing more than to take her into my arms and make her my own. She isn’t, and she isn’t his either.
I cup her face, run my thumb through the tear tracks by her eyes, evidence of her pleasure. She doesn’t need my permission but it’s possible she wants an invitation. “Go ahead, princess,” I say. “Let him know.”
“Let him know what?” Her voice is rough, her body already beginning to shake.
“That you’re ours.” I lean up, kiss her lips softly. “And we’re yours.”
