“Open wide,” he taunted, rolling me over on top of him.
I salivated at the thought. “Looks like someone’s eager.”
He fisted my hair and dragged my face to his. “Wouldn’t you be if you were in my situation?”
I grinned. “What makes you think I’m not already?”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
My heart slammed against my chest and my lips fell to the crook of his neck. Hearing his soft groans and muted grunts churned my gut while my tongue traced a trail from his pulse point to his pelvis. His stiffened cock throbbed against my skin. Precum slicked the spots it bounced against as my curves rumbled along his chiseled muscles. His abs called to my fingertips. His thighs flexed with glee as I hovered my warm breath over its tip. His cock stood at attention, already leaking and I marveled at the vein bulging beneath his girth.
But just as I wrapped my hand around its base, a knock came at the door.
“Just ignore them,” Mav said, wrapping his hand into my tendrils.
I giggled. “My pleasure.”
The knocking continued.“Don’t make me pick this lock.”
I paused. “Can he really do that?”
Mav groaned. “Fine, fine, just give us a sec—”
Before he even got the phrase out of his mouth, I heard something tinkering. Mav scrambled in a mad dash to get to his clothes while I did the only thing that came to mind. I grabbed the comforter, rolled my body over, and managed to cover myself just as the doorknob twisted. And as Mav tucked his pussy-soaked cock quickly into his boxers, the door swung open.
Revealing a less-than-enthused, Dante.
His blank stare fell onto me, pinning me to the bed as I held the comforter close against my naked body.
“Care to join?” Mav asked with a grin, hopping back into his jeans.
I shot him a look. “Shut up, Maverick.”
He bit his teeth at me playfully before snatching his shirt off the floor. “And here I thought you liked my sounds.”
His stare against my face grew fierce. “Axton wants to see you, Mav.”
He turned to face me before holding out his arms. “Duty calls, beautiful.”
“Don’t work too hard,” I said with a smile.
He snickered and slipped between Dante and the doorframe. “I can’t promise that, but I can promise a sequel if you’re interested.”
“Mav,” Dante said flatly.
“All right, all right,” he said, disappearing down the hallway, “I’m going.”
And not once did Dante’s glare waver from my face.
“Yes?” I asked as I sat up.
His gaze flickered down the rest of my covered body. “Glad to see you’re making yourself at home.”
“I was told to.”
He blinked, and for a split second, I thought he had something that he wanted to say. But if he did, he didn’t let it slip through those fish thin lips of his. Instead, he simply closed the door behind him before his barely-there footsteps headed toward the stairs that Mav had descended only moments before.
And the entire time, I wondered what in the fuck he meant by his words.
