She arches a brow. “Does he now?”
I arch a brow back at her. “He does.”
“Hmmm,” she hums, sitting back and crossing her arms. “I don’t know, Bossy Bear hasn’t been showing all that much interest in me lately.”
Bossy Bear.
I hate it so fucking much, but at the same time, I love the sound of it coming from her lips. The little hint of attitude that shines through at the words.
The fact that she does it just to push my buttons.
It makes mesofucking hard.
“Didn’t I tell you, Little Bird,” I say lightly, my fingers tapping the steering wheel, “that every time I hear you say that, it makes me want to put you over my knee?”
She hums, looking out the window even as I scent her apple-spice goodness of her arousal swirl around us. “What, you want tospankme?” She’s not looking at me, but I can hear the challenge in her voice.
“Sometimes…” my voice goes tight as my boner strains against my jeans, “brats need to be spanked.”
“What do bad boys get?” she turns to me, her cheeks and neck flushed so beautifully I want to take a picture and set it as my phone background.
Something in me sparks at the memory of her calling me a “bad boy” after I got my cum on her in the bathroom the night I ate her out on the bathroom counter. Morethan that, the visceral reaction I had to her calling me a “good boy” as she was stroking me.
Well fuck me. Nowmycheeks are red.
“Oh?” Teddy perks up, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“He was such a good boy at first, too,” Wren smirks, her flush dulling slightly at the sight of my own. “But then he got his…stuffon me.”
“His man juices?” Teddy offers, making Wren giggle.
“That’s disgusting,” I huff, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Wot ‘bout your love liquid?”
Wren doubles over laughing, and I can’t help but snort, shaking my head. “It was cum, fuckwad.”
“Ah, so you shotyourfuckwad all over–”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, shaking my head. “And besides, I was not a ‘bad boy’, I—” My mouth snaps shut.
If possible, being with all of us has made Wren even more of a brat, because now she feels comfortable enough to tease me.
I hate how much I love it.
“Oh.” Wren tilts her head, mirth twinkling in her gaze. “Did I make Bossy Bear sad when I called him a bad boy?”
My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. The drive from the cabin to our apartment only takes forty-five minutes, and we’re almost there.
“Don’t let your mouth write a check you can’t cash, Little Bird,” I warn her. “I can’t be as gentle when you tease me like that.”
Her breath catches, and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “Who said I can’t cash them?”
“Well then,” Teddy grins, leaning forward and looking between the two of us. “This’ll be a fun couple ‘o hours.”
Chapter 34
Maverick
