He sucked in a breath before his hand slipped under my dress and swiped over my wet folds.
“Fuck me, Everlee.” He sucked his fingers and then reached into his pocket and flipped the switch for the vibrator.
I shot a nasty glance at him and tried to close my legs, but he held them open. “No, baby.”
My fingers dug into the cushion of the seat as he came in for a kiss, taking my mouth in his. His tongue swirled around as my body began to grind. I was about to crest the top of orgasm mountain and then he cut it off.
I sighed into his mouth, welcoming the brief reprieve, but it was almost turning into torture. My body was so spooled up right now I felt like the next smallest bump or vibration would set me off on a cataclysmic orgasm that would probably show on the Richter scale.
We got home. No. We got to his house, and he scooped me up and carried me in. I was fairly confident, once again, my pussy was hanging out, but we were in his private drive and Brady stayed in the car so there was no one to see.
When we got in, the others were waiting in the living room. Emmett’s hair was wet, like he’d just gotten out of the shower and he was only wearing a pair of black joggers that hung low on his hips.
“I think she’s ready, boys.”
Fuck me. I went limp in Callum’s arms.
I was ready for Callum, but all of them?
Headline tomorrow reads. Mysterious Seismic Activity reported last night. Cause still unknown.
“Do you want to play a little game?” Callum asked.
I nodded, not sure why. Because the last time they asked me to do something, I ended up with the purple pussy eater inside of me.
“Did you ever play sardines growing up?” He inquired.
“The reverse hide and seek?”
“Exactly.”
I nodded. Excitement filling me.
“Only we play naked.”
My eyes grew wider.
“You hide first.” He winked.
“How much time do I get?”
“How much do you need?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Ten?”
“This is a big house and I want to make it good.”
“Fine. Round one is ten minutes.”
Round one? Thankfully, tomorrow was the weekend and I could sleep as long as I wanted.
I started walking through the kitchen.
“Don’t forget. No clothes!” Knox shouted.
“And no orgasms unless there are two or more people hiding with you.”
