“After all the PR bullshit at the hotel today, Micah and I would like to take you to dinner,” Cal says, running his finger along my jaw. “We want to take you on a proper date.”
I’m nodding before my brain can catch up.
I don’t know what I expected when we left the cabin. Despite all their casual comments about showing me around their favorite places, and vague plans to meet their family, I figured leaving the cabin might break the spell.
Cal gives me a shy but satisfied smile and then grabs a blanket from somewhere, tucking it over both of our laps and switching on the TV.
Micah returns a moment later with a coffee in hand, doctored exactly the way I like it. I sip and let out a contented hum. Pressed between them like this, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cared for.
Cal flicks the TV to a recap episode of the latest series of Alchemy Showdown and I snuggle down. I was surprised that all four members of the band are so into it—even Iri—but it’s funny and cozy, like a hot chocolate on a miserable day. I guess when you spend so much of your life in chaos, it’s nice to find a safe place to dock.
I find I can’t focus on the screen though. I’m too aware of the hot press of two hard thighs on either side of mine. Cal’s hand is still holding mine in a possessive grip beneath the blanket, like he can’t get enough of touching me.
And then, slowly, slowly, his fingers start to creep higher.
My heart speeds up as I suck in a ragged breath.
“This ok, love?” he murmurs and I nod jerkily.
“You can’t imagine how many times I’ve dreamt of sliding my thick fingers up your thighs and dipping them into your dripping cunt, Sin. I want to touch you so badly. I burn for you, love.”
Holy. Shit.
My pussy spasms at his words and I feel myself growing wet enough to soak through my underwear.
“Cal,” I hiss, glancing around. “We can’t.”
“There’s no one paying attention, sweetheart. The staff have been told not to bother us unless we ask for them,” Micah says.
“Let me touch you, Sin. Please.” Cal’s voice is pleading, like it’s actually hurting him not to move his fingers further up.
I twist my head around and capture his lips in a kiss, relishing the surprised gasp he lets out before he returns my kiss hungrily.
“I’ve been wanting to make you come for days now, Sin. I want to feel you as I fuck you with my fingers. Then I want to suck the taste of you off them.”
It’s official. I’m going to combust and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I’m going to be dripping on this nice leather seat and they’re going to need to give it a thorough wiping afterwards.
“Fucking hell, Cal. I thought you hadn’t done this before,” I mutter into his mouth as he devours my lips.
“I haven’t. Never wanted to. But you’ve woken some dormant part of me, Sin. And he is ravenous.”
My legs part and Cal sucks in another breath, pulling away so he can meet my eye. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yep. You’ve gone and promised to make me come. I feel like it won’t take long.”
“Who said anything about only coming once?” Cal smirks at me and my stomach flips over.
He’s gorgeous. This undisguised strength and a combination of hard lines and softness that drives me wild.
I hurry to unbutton my pants and give him a look as I wonder what to do next since I don’t really want my bare ass on the leather. Somehow, he seems to read my mind, and he whips off the overshirt that he’s wearing over the top of his black t-shirt. With a little shimmying, he places it under my ass as I yank my pants down to my ankles. Hardly sexy, but that doesn’t seem to bother him or Micah, who’s watching the entire thing with a hungry gaze.
Cal’s fingers climb higher up my thigh, until he’s flicking my clit and spreading my wetness over my pussy lips.
“Damn. You. Are. Soaked. Is this all for us?”
I nod frantically as he continues to massage my clit slowly with his fingers. He then kisses me hard as he shifts his focus and pushes one thick finger inside me.
Fuck. It feels good, especially when he massages my clit with his thumb as he fucks his finger in and out of me.
