“Yeah?” I practically growl.
“Touch me.”
I don’t make her say it twice. My hands skim up her sides, across her ribs, then down to her hips, guiding her leg to hook around mine so she can arch against me. I kiss her again, wet and hot and hungry, the sound of water muffling the little whimpers coming out of her.
A loud knock on the door makes us both jump, but then she grins up at me when Dillon’s voice filters through it a beat later. “Rox? Dinner’s just about ready. Do you know where Chance is? I’ve already checked the gym.”
I hold her gaze for a beat, and when she gives a small nod, I feel a smirk creep across my lips. “I’m in here.”
Half a heartbeat later, the door crashes open, ricocheting off the wall with a loud bang. Dillon storms in, sandy hair falling across his forehead and his shirt already off. A grin spread on his face as he takes us in, me pressing her against the wall and our chests heaving.
“There’s no way we’re all going to fit in there,” he says. “Finish up. I’ll get Boone.”
With that, he turns and leaves us alone again, and Roxie stifles a giggle until I lower my mouth back to hers. The sound quickly turns into a moan and her hands slide around my neck, pulling me back into another kiss, and I let myself get lost in her.
My cock is rock-hard, throbbing against the smooth, slick skin of her stomach, but not even that is as undeniable as the emotion that races through me as her tongue strokes mine. I’m falling for her. Fast and hard, and I’d burn the world down before I let anything touch her.
I wrench my mouth away from hers, panting as I slide my fingers down her arm and wrap them around her much smaller hand.
“Let’s go.”
Dillon strides back into the bathroom. Grabbing a massive fluffy towel off the rail, he wraps it around her shoulders, eyes burning with heat as he steps closer.
As he moves the towel back and forth, he lowers his head to claim her lips for a searing kiss. I watch, transfixed, as he devours her mouth with that same intensity I usually only see him commit to work. Boone stands in the doorway, watching with me as Dillon breaks the kiss, kneeling in front of her under the pretense of drying her legs.
I know what he was going to do before he does it and I slide in behind her, stepping up against her back and winding my arms around her hips just as he starts kissing her belly. She moans and drops her head back on my shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.
One of her hands weaves into his hair, the other winding around the back of my neck. Boone dims the lights in the bathroom as Dillon groans and scoots closer. I look over her shoulder when he licks and nips at the insides of her thighs, finally pressing them apart as her chest heaves with deep, panting breaths.
Dillon licks a path straight through her folds that make her hips buck against my cock. I can feel myself leaking pre-cum, but I don’t move to do anything about it.
Instead, I just hold onto her while Dillon works her over with his tongue and Boone finally moves closer, coming in at her side and bending over to take her nipple into his mouth. She whimpersand squirms, a little more of her weight resting against me with every flick of Dillon’s tongue across her clit.
When I feel her tense, I hold on tighter, silently letting her know that she can let go. A short, needy shout tears out of her just a second before she starts shaking, Dillon groaning as he licks her through it.
She goes limp in my arms afterward and I gathered her up, carrying her to bed without a word. When I lean over to kiss her, she pulled me down on top of her.
I catch my weight on my elbows, willingly positioning myself on top of her and hissing when my tip slides through her wet heat. Boone sighs behind me, and I feels the mattress dip and then he’s on one side of us, Dillon on the other.
Dillon’s lips are parted and he’s breathing hard as he strokes himself. She glances at him and a moment later, takes over for him, her eyes coming back to mine and she spreads her legs a little further.
“Now, Chance. Please.”
With her heat already enveloping me, all I cand do is grit my teeth and pray this doesn’t end before it even begins. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly push inside, shivering when I feel how hot and tight she is.
“Holy shit,” I grit out, glancing at Boone beside us. He’s lying on his back, lazily moving his fist up and down his long shaft as he watches me sink into her. “You should feel this.”
He pushes himself up on an elbow, eyes locked on her face as he reaches a hand between us. Roxie’s eyes fly wide open when shefeel him slide a fingertip into her, fitting snugly between my cock and her walls.
She cries out when I withdrew a little, and my breath stutters as I thrust back in. Boone flicks a glance toward me. “Take it slow.”
I give him a tight nod, but when I feel her pussy constricting around me, I snap just for a moment, my hips pistoning into her.
Relief barrels into me as Roxie wraps her legs around my hips as he turns her head to take Dillon’s cock into her mouth.
The sight of him tipping his head back and the sound of their combined moans sends me over the edge. I lose it with her tight, slick heat working around me, exploding into her on a roar loud enough to rattle the windowpanes.
Boone is right there when I roll off her, filling her right again and matching my pace almost exactly. It doesn’t take long before her toes curl and her entire body locks up, Dillon’s eyelids fluttering closed and Boone letting out a roar that rivaled mine.
