I arched a brow as I flung the line back into the water. “We have plenty of time for that, shortcake. West and I, we aren’t going anywhere.”
“Oh, chips. Yum.” The rustle of the bag had me shaking my head. Fuck, she was adorable. “Speaking of you and West, how will all this work? If we do this, that is.”
“Oh, we’re doing it,” I chuckled. “And I don’t know what you mean by that. What specifically are you asking?”
“Well,” she drawled. “After last night, I guess I’m just wondering if you two will do your own thing, or if it will always be the three of us.” I started to respond, but she kept going. “Does that mean that we can’t do anything one-on-one? Does it always have to be group activities? If so, that will get really hard to coordinate, I think.”
“The way I see others make this work is that there aren’t any set rules on who can be with who and when. Like any relationship, sometimes things just happen, and not everyone can be around when it does. So you and me can have alone time like we are now, and you and West can too. There isn’t room for jealousy or favorites in this kind of relationship. But to answer your question about me and West, I don’t see us needing that now that you’re with us.”
“You did last night.” She popped a chip into her mouth before handing me one.
“Yeah, well, that was more of… incentive,” I said with a chuckle. “And after eating your tasty cunt and feeling you squeeze the fuck out of my fingers, I needed him.”
“Not me?” she asked, munching on the edge of another chip.
“The way I felt last night, Juno, it was best for me to take all that out on West. He likes it, don’t worry, and so do I. Plus, last night, neither he nor I wanted to make you feel obligated.”
“I wouldn’t have,” she protested, only for her to cringe at my side-eye. “Fine, I would have. But just because?—”
“We know, Juno, which is why last night happened the way it did. Are you upset at how it turned out?”
Her face flushed red. “Not at all. Hearing you two was hot as hell.” She peeked up through her lashes. “I’d like to watch instead of just listen one day.”
I hummed a noncommittal response. “I have a feeling you’ll not only be watching but participating too. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking of us three together.” Her eyes went wide as the chip in her hand fluttered to the smooth stones at her feet. “My favorite one is West buried balls-deep in your tight cunt while I fuck him into you.”
Her throat worked with a hard swallow. “Wow, okay… that’s….” She cleared her throat and jerked her gaze out over the water. “Holy hell, that is hot.” She shifted side to side, rubbing her thighs together.
Tossing the rod to the side, I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to me, sealing her back to my chest. Head against my sternum, she looked back at me. Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and lips slightly parted, she looked as turned on as I felt.
“Juno,” I muttered, dipping my hand beneath her shirt.
“Langston,” she breathed. Her soft gasp as my fingers traced along the waistband of her jeans had my dick twitching beneath my own. “Aren’t you supposed to be fishing?”
My chuckle was dark and humorless. “Why would I want to waste my time with that when I have you, so fucking needy for me, in my arms?”
“Am I?” Her lids fluttered shut when I popped the top button and slowly lowered the zipper.
“Let’s see how drenched you are from the thought of me fucking my best friend into you.” Dipping my fingers beneathher panties, a guttural groan rumbled in my chest when I felt how soaked her pussy was.
“Langston,” Juno pleaded. “I need more.”
“More than what?”
“More than your fingers.” She shifted to press her ass against my steel-hard cock and grinded. “I need you, Langston. Please. I want you, here, right now.”
A sharp hiss whistled through my teeth when I sucked in a short breath. “You want the first time I take your perfect cunt to be out here, right now? Not something romantic or some shit?”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when Juno added her hand to mine, guiding my fingers to her opening. “I don’t need romantic.” Rolling her head, she looked up at me. “I just need real, passion, imperfect.”
“Well, then you’re in luck, shortcake. Because I am all that.” Pulling my hand free, I spun her around and lifted her in the air, then smacked her ass hard, making her squeak. I scanned the empty rocky bank for somewhere somewhat comfortable for me to take my girl, gaze pausing on a downed tree. The thick trunk was the perfect height for what I had planned.
Arm around her waist, I carried Juno in that direction, her lips brushing along my throat and jaw, making my steps falter. Heart hammering in my chest, I paused beside the fallen tree and slowly lowered her to the ground.
She twisted, brow furrowing when she looked down.
“I really don’t want bark scratches on my ass,” she muttered.
“That wasn’t the plan, but good to know.” Stepping back, I crossed both arms over my chest and hitched my chin to her top. “Strip.”
