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“Then we should do it again.”
“Holy fuck,”I pushed into Zion’s head as our first maul drew Bell to him for another kiss.“Suddenly, Vik’s our words guy.”
“Indeed, how enviable. I’ve never come up with a rejoinder that ingenious in my life,”Zion answered with no jealousy whatsoever emanating from his side of the bond—only genuine delight.
He was even happier than I was that Bell finally seemed to see what we knew was fueling all Vik’s actions when it came to her.
“Uh, so, what does this mean for next steps on Operation Sugar Cookie?”
It was kind of weird not to have Vik in our heads, calling out all the shots like he’d done for the evening walks. But every ounce of his attention was rightfully focused on our mate.
“I imagine, after they’re done kissing, we’ll regroup and brainstorm ways to help him not only maintain but alsoadvance this goodwill,”Zion answered.“Making out is an excellent advancement. But we’ll want him to get to an intimacy level on par with ours if we wish to create a true maul dynamic.”
“Yeah, good idea,”I agreed with a nod.“Just as soon as they’re done….”
Thing was, it didn’t look like they were going to finish anytime soon.
The second kiss started off like the first one—sweet as those sugar cookies Vik set out in the middle of the table when we’d gathered at his place for the emergency meeting about that insecurity tripwire I’d accidentally set off in Bell.
But then it turned.
Bell’s familiar arousal scent flared, and that sweet kiss started getting punctuated by needy little whimpers that made Vik’s cock harden to steel.
Which meant mine and Zion’s did, too.
I knew what I’d do if I was in this situation, but I’d already gotten chewed out for pushing Bell too far without talking her through it.
Vik’s mind flared with panic when she pressed her little body into his erection, standing on her tiptoes, trying to get it closer to her center. He’d been so deep in the shithouse with Bell, it hadn’t even occurred to him to have a protocol other than “hold my bear down” when it came to her.
“Perhaps offer to heighten the experience with further play,” Zion suggested to our first maul.“But only if she’s ready.”
Reluctance flared from Vik’s side of the bond, and I couldn’t blame him. Stopping to talk was the last thing a guy wanted to do while kissing Bell.
But it had to be done. He didn’t want to fuck this up, like I did earlier.
He pulled out of the kiss.
But before he could get a word out, Bell said, “I want you. I want you inside me.”
All three of us gaped at her, most of all Vik.
“Are you… sure?” Vik asked, voice close to shaking. Dude had a protocol for just about everything, but his confusion and uncertainty flooded over the bond.
“Yes! Yes!” Bell answered.
To our surprise, she stepped back, and instead of running, she held her first maul’s gaze while she stripped out of every inch of her clothing, even the slip-on canvas shoes. Filling up the room with the smell of her sugar cookie pussy.
The last time I’d seen her fully unclothed, she’d been recovering from what that bastard ex had done to her.
But now she stood before her maul. Naked and bold as the sun of a new day. Still a little too thin because she was always forgetting to eat, but working on a few curves around her hips and waist.
“I’m so sick of trying to fight this attraction,” she whispered to Vik. “Of trying to fight myself. I just want to give in. Please just fuck me. Please?”
