Oh, hell. What had I done?
“No, Vengeance. I won’t,” Ocean confirmed. And then he trailed a finger down my arm. “Not until you ask me to.”
I squirmed in his lap, and all I could think was that it was a bad day to be going commando.
“What’s the matter?” Before I could make some excuse, his hand slid up my thigh until it cupped my center. “Is it your pussy?”
“Yes.”What? What, what, WHAT?“I think you know you’re making me wet, Ocean.”
“Kiss me, and I’ll make it better, Vengeance.”
I didn’t give a damn why I shouldn’t when I pressed my lips to his. I wasn’t thinking at all. All I could do was bask in how wrong it didn’t feel.
We kissed as if we had all the time in the world. We kissed as if we belonged. Coby was still singing in the shower while Ocean’s middle finger massaged my slit through the leggings.
My best friend was happy with a man she should despise, a man neither of us should trust, but one we couldn’t seem to resist.
We were screwed.
“Shit,” he grunted. “You’re making a mess, baby. I’d better check it.” Ocean pulled his hand away and tapped my thigh. “Stand up.”
I swallowed down the knot in my throat and obeyed. My legs were trembling as Ocean slowly peeled off my leggings like he was unwrapping a birthday gift. I felt my panic rising at how far over the line we’d crossed and grabbed his hand.
“It’s okay,” Ocean cooed as he gently pried my hand away. “It’s okay. Let it happen.”
Once my leggings were off, Ocean turned me around until I faced the table. I could feel my arousal soaking my inner thighs and had no clue what he planned until I felt his hands separating the plump cheeks of my ass. I could feel the warmth of his breath skating the lips of my pussy—and then he pushed his face between my ass and inhaled sharply through his nose.
My jaw dropped when he groaned and did it again.
Feeling my knees buckle, I reached behind me to grab the back of his head for balance.
He was scenting me.
It was so absurdly primal.
The bridge of his nose brushed my clit, and I lost all sense of who I was when I wiggled my ass on his face. “You like that?”
Ocean groaned…loudly…and inhaled again.
My wild gaze flew to the bathroom door. Steam poured out from underneath, and my best friend poured her heart out while I let her fiancée smell my pussy. Coby preferred bubble baths to showers. She only took them when she was in a hurry, which meant we didn’t have much time.
Finally, Ocean stood and roughly peeled off my shirt and sports bra until I was completely naked. I didn’t feel the cold with him at my back. I felt so small this close to him—like he could break me in two if he wanted. The unspoken threat—the danger of it—sent a deep thrill rippling through me.
“What are you doing?”
He cupped my breasts with both hands and bent his head to whisper, “I’m done waiting, Hunter.”
Heart racing, my lips parted to tell him we shouldn’t, but it felt like a lie, so I closed them. I didn’t want to wait, either. I wanted to feel him inside me.
But Ocean wasn’t mine. He was Coby’s.
This was wrong.
“Ocean—”
“Bend the fuck over.”
I whimpered. “We can’t do this to Coby.”
