I smile at him, turning my own question back on me. “Very.”
“Then let’s get this party started,” Wyatt shouts. He darts across the room and sweeps me into his arms before I can even process what he’s doing.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep from flying backward into the carpet.
“You better get comfy up there,” Wyatt tells Kane, nodding his head toward the head of the bed.
“Fucking why?” Kane grumbles.
“I don’t know. Maybe because you were in a fucking motorcycle accident less than a week ago,” Wyatt says, giving him ayou have to be fucking kidding melook.
“I’m not going to just watch a live porn show and lie there doing nothing,” Kane grumbles.
I try to interject, but Wyatt beats me to it. “I’m not saying that. I just mean Linc, and I can get the engine started… get it greased up and ready.”
“Gross,” I say, lightly smacking the back of Wyatt’s head. I meet Linc’s eye. He’s laughing quietly to himself, obviously as entertained by their squabbling as I am.
“Okay,” Wyatt says, cringing a little. “Maybe it was a bad word choice.”
“Maybe?” Kane asks, eyes widening to emphasize the absurdity of their argument.
“You know what I meant,” Wyatt says.
Kane rolls his eyes, but moves up the bed. He lounges against the pillows. He even situates a pillow under his right arm to make it more comfortable.
“Happy?” he asks, tossing his left hand in the air.
“Yes,” Wyatt says. He marches to the foot of the bed, setting me on my feet. He turns back to look at Kane. “Enjoy the show.”
I can tell from here that he’s clenching his teeth. He kind of looks like he’s going to murder Wyatt.
“Kane,” I say, pulling his attention to me. The sharpness in his gaze softens when his eyes settle on me. “Just look at me. Okay?”
He lets out a breath, then nods.
I didn’t even realize Linc had moved from the doorway, but suddenly, his lips are ghosting down my neck.
“All of us know how gorgeous you are when you come.” His breath on my neck sends shivers down my arms. “You ready to come in front of all of us at the same time?”
Crap.If he keeps up this level of dirty talk, I’m going to come from the most feather-light touch imaginable.
“Yes,” I whisper because I really do want to come. I might have made myself come last night with Linc’s guidance, but this is a whole other level of hot that I can’t resist a second longer.
“Good,” Wyatt says before he grabs my face and kisses me. My hands grip his forearms, bracing against the intensity of the kiss.
The passion he pours into it matches my own. It’s slightly messy and chaotic but beautiful in its own right.
I gasp into the kiss when Linc starts pressing open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck.
It creates a tickling sensation that makes me want to squirm out of my skin but, oddly, makes me even more freaking horny than I already was. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
Linc’s hands move up under my hoodie and slowly slide over my stomach. His movements stop when he gets to the underside of my breasts.
“Naughty,” Linc whispers in my ear as Wyatt nips at my bottom lip. “Our girl isn’t even wearing a bra.”
Kane and Wyatt both groan. I dart my gaze over to Kane, who’s staring at me with lust-filled eyes. He obviously likes what he sees because there’s a prominent bulge tenting the front of his sweatpants.
Linc and Wyatt work together to shift me, so I’m facing Kane. Linc stays standing behind me, while Wyatt drops to his knees before me.
