“You think this is funny?” Bram says with a smile, both of us happy to see her laughing like this.
“It’s kind of funny. I mean, you both hated each other, and now you like each other, and neither of you will bottom.”
I think Bram and I both grimace.
“You know, anal is pretty great if everything is done right.”
“It’s not happening, Sloane,” Bram says.
“I mean, one of you could try it just once. And let me watch.”
“No,” I say, and Sloane pouts.
“Ugh, fine. But you’re missing out. You know, there’s more to life than anal, right? Blow jobs and hand jobs are still on the table.”
“Sloane, I’m about to spank your ass,” Bram says, and I can tell my eyes go wide, but Sloane’s fill with want.
“Please,” she says softly, and Bram’s brows furrow. “I think I need it.”
Bram looks around like he’s contemplating doing it right here. I mean, he was planning on fucking me in the locker room. But what if Coach walks in as he was smacking his daughter’sass? The man already hates us enough right now. That might be something we can’t come back from.
Bram clears his throat. “At home,” he tells her. “Also, why are you here alone?”
“Anders and Charlotte are right outside. Glad I didn’t bring them in with me, huh?” Sloane says, and it’s like her old spark is back.
Good, I fucking missed her smart mouth.
“Where’s Ethan?” I ask.
“He’s waiting out in the car. I’ll meet you two at home. Try to keep your hands to yourself till then?” she jokes.
“Little Omega,” Bram warns, but she just smiles and waves at him with her fingers under her chin.
But it doesn’t sour the moment. If anything, Bram is shaking his head and smiling.
“Maybe she just needed to get out of the house.”
“Or walk in on us nearly fucking, which apparently isn’t going to happen,” I mumble.
“She’s not wrong, you do have a working mouth, though.”
I shove his shoulder, and I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.
“You also have a mouth, you know?”
He puts his hand over his mouth and gasps. “Would you look at that? I sure do. Get fucking dressed, and let’s go home and celebrate.”
As soon as we walk through the door of the house, all I can scent is Sloane. Yet her scent smells just a little different.
I nudge Bram.
“Does she smell different?” I ask.
He deeply inhales and shakes his head like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
We both head upstairs, and as soon as we open the main bedroom door, we’re greeted by the image of Sloane on all fours… while Ethan fucks her in the ass.
His tattooed hands are pressed against her soft, creamy tits as he pushes in and out of her.
