“Relax,” I murmur, and she shivers. “Let me take care of you.”
The material of her dress parts easily when my fingers find the slit. I spread the fabric wider, revealing the long stretch of her thigh.
That’s when I see a piece of black lace there… just waiting for me to find.
Delicate.
Filthy.
Perfect.
“Fuck, Red.”
From across the Limo, Lawson lets out a low curse while Lincoln groans, “Sweetheart…”
Beau wraps his hand around one of her thighs, spreading her wider for me. “Told you guys I knew what the fuck I was doing.”
I glance up at him, smirking. “Remind me to thank you later.”
Then, my focus goes right back to her.
To the lace hugging her hips.
To the way her fingers are now gripping the edge of the seat.
To the way her chest heaves beneath the bodice of her dress.
“Let me show you how desperate I am for you, Abbie Girl.”
My thumbs press into the inside of her knees, urging them farther apart.
She doesn’t resist.
So, I lean forward and press my mouth to the inside of her calf and slowly drag my tongue along her leg until I press a kiss just below her knee.
Then another, higher this time.
And another.
By the time I get to the third kiss, I can’t take it anymore. I let my teeth sink into the meat of her thigh, biting her gently.
She exhales a sharp breath, and one of her hands slips into my hair.
I kiss along the already purple mark before continuing my slow, deliberate path up her thigh.
And when my face stops just shy of that fucking piece of black lace, I press a gentle kiss against her pussy before glancing up at her.
“Tonight, you walk in there knowing every single one of us is proud to claim you. That we would burn it all down before we let anyone disrespect you.” My fingers flex gently at her hips. “And before we even get out of this car, I’m going to make damn sure you remember exactly how wanted you are.”
Slowly, I drag the flat of my tongue along her pussy, tasting how much she wants me, even through the lace. “Already so wet for me.”
As much as I want to rip these off of her, I want to see them on her again even more. So, I carefully slide her panties down her legs and over her heels before stuffing them into my pants pocket. A sly smirk spreads across my face as my gaze moves from her pussy up to where I see Beau dragging his tongue along the slope of her neck as he drapes the leg he still has hold of across his lap. And when my eyes find Abigail’s I find her not looking at me or Beau, but across the limo at Lincoln and Lawson.
“You gonna take care of our girl or do we need to come over there and do it?” Lawson asks roughly.
“Hmmmm.” A slow smile spreads across my face. “I think Beau and I got it.” Leaning forward, I bite down on her other thigh, letting the gasp that spills from her lips wash over me. “Don’t we, Red?”
She doesn’t answer me, so I lightly slap her aching pussy before planting a soft kiss on her clit. “I said, don’t we, Red?”
