Andrea. Is in the passenger seat. Of Seba’s truck. With Seba. And they’re bothsmiling.
“Please tell me you two made up,” I beg.
Seba lifts his right hand… holding hers.
“Yellow. Orange. Yellow-orange, fuck, YES!”
Dr. Kat’s laugh floats at my back as I collide with the truck and rip open the driver’s side door to climb on top of Seba. He’s laughing and Andrea is doubled over and I’m definitely rocking a boner as I plant a wet one on each of their mouths— because they’re mine and they’re together and?—
“This is the best day of my life.”
Stubble scrapes my cheek. “Mine too, baby,” Seba murmurs. “Now get your ass in the back so we can get going.”
Hiking my thumb at Andrea, “She’s smaller.”
“Hell nah, I was here first!”
“Technically, I was, since he dropped me off.”
“That was a separate trip!”
“It’s the same?—”
“Hey!” Sebastian snaps, glare wheeling between us. “Both of you are gonna ride in the truck bed if you keep this shit up.”
My nose wrinkles. “Not the way I wanna get wet.” Sebastian’s not amused. I shrug. “And I’mBaby. Nobody puts baby in the back.”
Andrea pouts her bottom lip. “I’m babygirl.”
Seba pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering, “Jesus Christ,"under his breath, then points at me. “If you get in the back, you can eat her pussy first.”
Oh hellllll yes.
“Now, was that so hard?”
“Wait,” Andrea grins, dragging a nail down Seba’s bicep. “What if I wanna watch Cade eatyoufirst?”
My stepbrother is the color of a tomato and I’m grinning like a maniac.
“Ooo I like where this is going,” I purr.
Andrea drags her tongue ring over her teeth.
“We’re eatingdinnerfirst,” Sebastian grits out and adjusts the obvious bulge in his jeans.
Seventy
SEBA
We’re not eatingdinner first.
The second my front door closes, Cade sneaks up behind Andrea and kisses the crook of her neck. Hands on her hips, he walks her toward the couch as she reaches overhead and grips his hair. I follow at a distance, circling slowly, enjoying the way they move together.
“Mmm, someone’s hungry,” she hums.
Bi-colored eyes burn into me as his devilish grin curves against her ear. “Starved.”
The taunt curls around my throat and cock. I palm myself, squeezing my dick through the denim. Cade ducks his head, dragging his teeth to the strap of her tank, biting and tugging it over her shoulder. Her hooded gaze rolls up my body until it meets mine, head falling back while Cade licks and sucks a path up her neck.
