“Abigail, I’m telling you, creamy pussy is the best thing you’ll ever have touch your tongue. At least, Felicity’s is, but you can’t have that one.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Sloane replies. Sloane replied? Or did I reply? My head whooshes as I shift to the side to dig into my purse, pulling out my phone. I send a text, asking for an SOS, and then pull out a bunch of cash to cover my portion of the night.
“Girls, I love you, but I am sooooooo ready for sleep.”
“Such a lightweight!”
“Am not! You’re a lightwit! Wightleight. Lightwhit. Ugh. I’ll be outside, that fresh air is gonna feel so good on my cheeks. Areyour cheeks on fire, Sloanie?” I reach over the booth and stroke her pretty cheek.
“Oh my gosh, you’re trashed. I’ll go sit with you outside until one of your men comes to save you on their horse.”
I gasp. “They got a horse?”
“Oh, my girl. You’re gonna feel so good tomorrow.”
“Yeah, with them inside of me. Both of them. At the same time.”
“Okay, shh,” she laughs, covering my mouth with her hands. Sloane and I walk outside, and the cold air stuns me straight, like it froze the alcohol right in its tracks. I sway on my feet slightly, still drunk, and Sloane helps me sit on the curb outside. I don’t know how much time passes, but a familiar voice breaks through, and I look up to see Parker’s gorgeous face.
“Too much to drink?”
“Just a little bit. She should sober up soon.”
“I’ve got her from here, thanks, Sloane.”
“Take care of her, Parker.”
“Always.”
“How ya feeling?” Parker wraps his arms around me, helping me stand, and I sink into his embrace. It’s everything I need right now. My pussy aches, throbbing between my legs as our bodies touch. It’s like a switch, and I’m so turned on I’m burning up from the inside out. There are too many clothes between us, and I want them off. Want to feel his mouth on me, want to feel the fullness of having him inside me.
“Fuck, rebel, the way you feel in my arms. I fucking miss you so much.”
My hands stroke up his chest until I’m lifting up on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level. My lungs fill with his oaky scent, and I melt further into him, wanting so badly to fuse myself to him. Fuck, what I really want is to be spread out and have him sink inside me, fill me up with his big, thick cock.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here, Mia,” he growls against the shell of my ear, followed quickly by a little bite. The pain makes my clit throb in need, and I press myself closer to him. I’m two seconds away from humping him like a cat in heat when suddenly, he’s yanked from my arms, and I stumble forward.
“Just can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, can you?” Leo yells in Parker’s face before shoving him, and I wince as I see Leo pull his arm back to throw a punch. Or is that Parker? I’m so exhausted with how we’ve been going, and I can’t do it anymore.
Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the last two weeks without them. I can’t do it anymore.
Chapter 12
Parker
“Stop! Stop fucking fighting! Do you two have any idea how hard this is for me?” Mia screams. Leo and I both stop our impending fight and rush back to her side.
“Baby . . .” Leo coos as he tries to reach for her. She bats away his attempt, fire bouncing around behind her pretty irises.
“I want you to share me,” Mia states as if it’s the most natural, simple thing in the world. My eyebrows shoot upward. I’m honestly surprised it’s taken her this long to ask, but she’s drunk, so I try not to get too excited. “I can’t choose between you when I wantbothof you. There will always be a part of me with the other person. Always. So, this is what I’ve come up with.” Well, she sounds sober as hell now.
“And what? We just take turns like a pair of divorced parents? We each get a weekend?” Mia looks sheepishly off to the side, and I immediately want to reach for her, to smooth the creases in her forehead.This may be completely taboo for him, but it’snot to me. If it’ll make Mia happy, and it means I get more of her, I’m fucking down to do whatever she needs.
“No . . . I thought . . .” she backpedals, sitting down on the ground. I drop down to my knees in front of her, lowering my voice.
“You thought what, little rebel? Say it plainly for us so we all understand,” I ask gently, encouraging her.
“You couldshare me, share me.”
