Skipper’s cock is hard again. He brings it between my legs and starts tapping it against my clit.
“Fuck me,” Carter groans from across the room.
I find his eyes. They’re black now. His face says it all, every fine line strained, deeper than normal. Turns out I’m not the only one holding on for dear life.
“I know you want to,” I tell him. “Come on. What’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re gonna see me again.”
He swoops over and takes possession of my mouth to shut me up.
He kisses better than I remember.
But that’s maybe because helooksbetter than I remember. The motorcyclist makeover was a good decision.
Suits look good on him, but they do on most men. They’re tidy. Reformed.
The suede jacket and leather pants, on the other hand, are messy.
Rough.
Much like his tongue when it brushes against mine.
“Open your legs.”
He didn’t need to say that. His hand is already down there widening my thighs. He sticks a giant finger inside, my walls even more sensitive than before.
Vex and Skipper position themselves either side of me, both focused on my breasts again, squishing and contorting the two mounds between their fingers.
I moan.
Then I scream.
I wasn’t ready for Carter to enter me so fast.
I let him tilt my hips and bend me however he likes. In the bedroom, I’m his. The man can have me however he wants.
Out of the bedroom, things are different. He becomes an asshole again.
In fact, they all do. If they weren’t so talented in bed, I’d be reporting them to the police for attending something so inhumane.
Carter plunges into me fast. If he wasn’t pinning me down, my body would be in outer space. His thrusts have the power to send me that far.
My soul is already there, orbiting around the planet of Venus. It feels like an out-of-body experience. If I didn’t have Otis, I’d want to float in this vacuum of bliss forever.
But Idohave Otis, all thanks to Carter. I have a duty, and I need to get back to my role as a mother as soon as this is over.
Even though I’m in no major rush for this to be wrapped up.
I open my eyes and look up at Carter Trescott. His bare shoulders tense every time he thrusts into me, chest contracting, biceps and triceps rippling with muscle he never used to have.
What happened to him?
The thought disintegrates as he continues to slam into me.
Multiple moans fill the room from each man. Vex and Skipper keep playing with my nipples, but their attention is now somewhere else.
Between my legs.
“You’re taking him so well, baby.” Skipper scoots up toward my head and shifts the hair away from my face. “Look down at yourself. See how wet you are.”
