I can’t think when his touch grows more frantic. He’s drawing closer to my lips, and I twist my head like Luke did, angling them so that he can kiss me.
“I haven’t seen Ollie,” I gasp as Kane scrapes his teeth down my cheek, firing sparks in my body.
“How can you taste like this and not have seen her? It’s like you’ve eaten her out and made her come so hard she’s soaked your skin.”
I shiver at the thought, tipping my head back against the wall so Kane can suck on the soft skin on my throat.
Kane tugs on my hand as he finds the dish towel, and I groan as he grabs my forearm. But it wasn't like I was going to be able to hide it from him. If I can scent it, anyone can.
“Is this what it is?” he asks as I let him pull my arm up so the towel hovers between us. He’s trembling so much I feel it in my palm.
Unlike me, he doesn’t hesitate as he plunges his face into it.
His moan is muffled, but his grip tightens, and I want to see his expression so badly. I can feel him right here in my body, and I know the passion that's beating off of him is the same as mine.
Kane is panting as hard as I am, his hunger heavy in his growls. “You have no clue how much I want to see you with her.”
“I told you, I didn’t—” But he cuts me off as he launches himself at me, capturing my gasp with his lips
And suddenly, I’m drowning.
Groans fall from us both as he kisses me, pinning me against the wall as he rubs me. Licking, churning, fucking sucking on my tongue to get to Luke’s taste. His lavender spreads my mouth with the echo of his moans, and I’m losing it.
I grab onto his upper arm, holding myself up as the same desperation I felt at the restaurant floods me again. That need to taste him, the urge to get inside him and consume every last morsel of their special blend.
Lavender and maple syrup clog my senses as Kane leads the kiss, nibbling my lips, biting at my jaw, gasping against me as I give way to him.
It proves Luke is his match, too.
Their tastes are driving me wild, and it’s only when I hear the clink of Kane’s belt that I realize what’s happening.
I don’t stop him as he pushes at the waistband of my sweats. The tense pressure of my cock finally releases as he frees me, and I shudder as his fingertips sweep my thighs.
There’s nothing stopping him as he wraps his hand around my cock, and I burst into a moan.
I nearly sink to the floor as my knees weaken.
“God, Timber, I knew you were big from the times I caught you in the shower, but you’re thick as fuck as well,” Kane says as he licks at my cheek before pulling the dish towel back to his nose. “Ollie’s going to love it when you come inside her.”
A cry rips from me as the image hits me, and I see Luke’s face the moment he made himself come by the stove. It’s even hotter when Kane says it, but I can’t separate Ollie and Luke. I want them both.
One stroke is enough, and I dig my fingers into his arm. But another stroke has me gasping, and a third pulls a groan from me that’s so deep, it vibrates between us.
“Kane! You have to stop, I can’t—”
He lets go of my cock, and I gasp as he grins at me. He licks the dish towel before pushing it against my mouth.
“Don’t tell me to stop, baby. We’re not even at the good part.”
Kane
I’m going mad, my mind spinning with all the possible ways that Timber could have gotten her slick on a fucking dish towel.
I only came here because I wanted to bug Timber about meeting Ollie again, but that’s all out of the window. If Timber’sgone so far that he’s absolutely covered in her slick, then I’m falling behind.
My brain isn’t working, and I’m not thinking about how we’ve just spent the entire day at the rink together, and that I would have smelled it on him or scented her at any point before this.
All I can think about is the cries and screams Ollie would make as Timber fucks her. And I need that more than I need to breathe in his coffee mixed with her sweetness.
