I crawl down the mattress and lock lips with Skipper, our mouths colliding in a hot, fervent mess. It’s sloppy and messy—everything I didn’t realize I fucking needed.
He breaks the kiss and returns to his favorite body part of mine.
But he doesn’t stay at my neck long, journeying down the length of it until he reaches my collarbone. After trailing a few kisses over the area, he progresses to where I need him most.
My nipples.
He closes his mouth around one, and that’s when Vex finally decides to join, his mouth sucking on the other.
I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and feel like I’m watching the start of a dirty porno. But it also confirms something else—this isreal.I’m not just imagining things.
In the mirror are two ridiculously good-looking menworshipingmy naked body. Even though I’m bucking my hips, urging them to speed up, they’re taking their time. They move with precision, hands gliding over my naked body like I’m fragile.
If they knew a thing or two about my past, they’d know I’m anything but.
“I thought you guys knew how to be rough?”
Skipper grins against my breast. “We do, but we also know how to take our time and pleasure a woman.”
I let out an exasperated sigh.
“Are you not enjoying yourself, darling?” Vex asks.
It’s not that. They’re being too slow, running their hands over every inch of my body. It’s too much. It’s like they’re Midas—everything they touch turns to gold. Every fingertip. Every little caress. All of it has my skin breaking out in little fireworks.
It’s sweet.
Way too sweet.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
Unable to resist, I slide a hand between my thighs and locate my bundle of nerves, rubbing. But as soon as they notice, they rip my hand away.
That’s when I feel something enter me.
A finger.
A heads-up would’ve been nice.
I scream loud. Way too fucking loud.
Loud enough for Skipper’s family to hear me all the way in Australia.
Loud enough for the door to burst open.
A large, blurred figure rushes in. My vision is hazy, so it takes a few seconds for me to focus.
When I see Carter standing in the doorway, I realize that the party’s just getting started. His gaze is focused between my legs, watching as his friend pleasures me with one very practiced finger.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
“When you snooze, you lose,” Vex says.
Carter needs me. He can deny it all he wants. The giant bulge in his pants has spoken for him.
I grin at him. “Take off your pants and join us.”
Carter grinds his jaw and forces his eyes up. He looks like he’s about to finish in his pants, which would be a shame.
