I pull back slightly and look at her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Tiger.”
She focuses on me, and I revel in the fact that she hasn’t glanced over at Jax or Zephyr once. I groan against her mouth, trailing my kisses down her body. I pull off her shirt and suck on her perfect tits. I take each nipple, watching her head fall back with a sweet moan.
Then I push my hand into her panties and rub her clit. Her hips follow my finger as I kiss her mouth. I insert my middle finger and start fucking her with it. She hums against my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me.
“You feel so fucking good, Tiger,” I groan.
And then I pull her pants off, keeping my eyes on hers. When the pants fall on the ground, I look at her naked body. Her bra is pushed up to her chest, squishing her tits beneath it. It looks so fucking hot.
“Baby,” I groan, unbuttoning my pants. I pull them down and stroke myself.
She bites her lips, watching my movements.
“Turn around,” I command.
Her eyes flick to Zeff and Jax briefly. Then she turns around like a good girl, giving me the prettiest view I’ve ever seen.
I look over my shoulder and smirk. I mouth, “Told you I’m the favorite.”
Jax glares and Zephyr smirks and then I’m aiming straight for that pretty fucking pussy.
I kiss her shoulder, nipping her. I fuck her with my fingers first, and then I slide my dick in as much as she’ll let me.
“Relax, baby,” I mutter against her skin. “You’re so fucking tight all the time. Shit, Tiger.”
I rub her clit, trying to her to relax. After a few minutes of trying to push into her, I finally find the right angle and slide right in.
“Fuck,” I groan, and then I’m thrusting the fuck out of her, chasing my own pleasure, listening to her moan.
She bites her lips, and sooner than I know it, I’m coming all over her fucking back.
Later—much later—we’re all tangled together in Jax’s bed. Sweaty. Exhausted. Satisfied.
Tiger’s between me and Jax. Zephyr’s sprawled beside me.
“We should do this more often,” I say.
“What? Take turns separately?” Zephyr asks.
“No. Have Zinnia stay with her mom.”
Tiger laughs and curls into Jax’s side.
I watch them. Zephyr reaches over and runs his hand through her hair. Tiger stares at Jax and leans into Zephyr’s hand.
And I think: This is it. This is what I want.
Not just tonight. Not just when Zinnia’s gone.
This. Them. Us.
All the time.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Three Months Later
Tigerlily
