And she needs me. Needs this.
Her body is practically begging for it. She’s always been so eager to please, so responsive.
I know the guys and I just agreed to share her, but I don’t think I can share right now.
Later? Probably. I’ll have to, in order for this to work.
Now? Fat chance in hell.
She’s all mine right now.
My hand drifts down below her belly button and between her thighs. I swallow hard, biting back the savage snarl that wants to leave my chest when I feel just how wet she is.
She lets out a whimper as I finally cup her pussy. She’s soaked through the thin fabric of the lingerie.
“All this for me?” I growl, resting my forehead against her good shoulder.
I don’t think I can fucking look at her right now. I’ll lose my mind.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
It’s a single word. A borderline innocent answer. She doesn’t need to talk dirty to drive me fucking insane.
“Can you... can you look at me too?”
My head jerks up at her whispered words.
I meet her wide eyes in the mirror. Her lips quirk up in an adorable smile that makes my cock throb against her ass. The allure she has is effortless on her part.
“That a command, Shortcake?”
“Not a command. A request. You’re the one who bosses me around.”
“And you like it,” I murmur, my hand reaching down to possessively cover her mound.
“I—I do,” she squeaks out.
My fingers slip the gusset of the lingerie she’s wearing to the side before I tease her slick soaked entrance with my fingers. Her soft flesh is warm to the touch.
“Oh my god.” Her knuckles go white on the counter and her eyes flutter shut again.
“We haven’t even started,” I tease, squeezing the underside of her jaw gently.
Her eyes fly open in response, meeting mine in the mirror.
The whine that leaves her throat when I pull my fingers away from her threatens the little control over myself I do have.
“You’re teasing me,” she pouts.
“And you’re gonna take it,” I chuckle.
I bring my fingers to her lips, spreading her slick againstthem like lip gloss. Her tongue peeks out to play, nipping at my fingertips. When she smiles at me in the mirror, I know she knows what she’s doing.
Guess she picked up a thing or two when she was with Griffin and Rowan.
The jealousy that I expected to hit me is a lot less intense than I would’ve expected. Seems like getting her alone in a room with me is all the medicine that crazy feral part of my brain needs.
When she’s cleaned my fingers, I swear I’m so hard my knot has already started swelling, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
