That was a lie.
He knew it.
I knew it.
West knew it.
The blasts of sexual tension thrumming off him, his hooded gaze as he watched West’s hand moving beneath my dress, and how his own hand had gripped the front of his jeans were confirmation. But for tonight, I wouldn’t call him out on it.
For tonight, we would all ignore the truth of us three.
Including me.
With bated breath, I followed Langston’s fingers as they worked to pop the top button of West’s low-slung jeans.
“I need an answer, Juno.”
Peering up through my dark lashes, I found his eyes already locked on me. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demanded as the grind of the zipper teeth releasing filled the small storage room.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Holy fuck, there was no chance in hell I would ever be the same after this.
But ask me if I cared.
8
LANGSTON
I’d never been so close to coming in my pants as I was now, not that I would tell either of them that. West shifted back, pressing his ass to my crotch, and ground against me. My grip tightened around him in warning, making a depraved groan vibrate in his chest.
Juno watched as I worked his jeans over one hip and then the other, never releasing his cock. Her desire-filled gasp had me watching her parted lips; the way she licked the lower and then top made me want to grip my cock to ease the pressure.
“What are you waiting for, Westly? Your girl needs your fingers filling that needy pussy of hers.”
Pumping my hand up and down in slow, tight strokes, I watched his hand dip beneath that damn dress that hugged her luscious curves. I knew the moment he touched her, even though I couldn’t see it. Juno’s lashes fluttered shut as her head fell backward, hitting the shelving keeping her upright.
“Tell me what she feels like,” I whispered in West’s ear as I brushed a thumb over his head, swirling the cum leaking from the tip down his shaft.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever fit,” he rasped. “She’s so fucking tight, I can barely get two fingers in. And she’s squeezing so damn hard too. Fuck, that will feel amazing.”
“But not tonight.” I pinched his head just enough to make him twitch, his knees giving out before he caught himself. “Tonight, it’s just your fingers working her soaked cunt and you fucking my hand.”
“Please,” Juno whispered, peeling her lids open to level her glassy-eyed gaze at me.
“Please, what?” I pumped my hand faster, making West’s hand move faster beneath her dress.
“I want to see.”
I hummed a contented response. “You want to watch me jack off my best friend?”
“Fucking hell, do it, Lang. Fucking show her,” West ground out, barely holding it together. This was more worked up than he’d ever been when we shared women before.
“Only because you said please,” I said with a grin as I tugged his boxer briefs down with my free hand. I had to hold back from sliding beneath her skirt to add my fingers with West’s in her pussy.
