Oh, if looks could kill, I’d be dead.
Although I’m pretty sure I’m on a future hit list already.
“You…you…” she starts as I use my thumb to wipe my mouth. “Motherfucker.”
My hand hits my chest as I crowd her. “Don’t be mean.”
“Me mean? You’re the mean one. This is cruel and unusual punishment.”
I smirk. “All of us before one of us.”
“Bullshit,” she gripes. “Wells fingered me last night.”
Oh, she’s mean when she’s horny. Fuck getting hangry. This little firecracker gets horngry.
My hand cradles her face as I speak with our lips hovered.
“No, weallfucked you last night. Because you watching me crack the fuck out of Brody while Wells had his fingers in that tight pussy wasallof us, just in a way you could handle. Let me ask you something.” Her chest rises taller as I touch our lips together, speaking in between the kiss. “You still overthinking shit? Or are you only thinking about us?”
There’s silence before I smile because I already know the answer. Her bottoms are put back in place, her shorts long forgotten, before I bend and toss her over my shoulder, chuckling as she squeals.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I tease, slapping her ass.
I carry her back to the beach, her giggles floating around me. But all I can think is that it’s fitting that “Cake by the Ocean” is pumping from the speakers.
Because I definitely plan to have her for dessert again before this week is up.
wells
I walk into the kitchen, a frown on my face.
“Hey,” I toss out to Brody, about to ask him a question, but he looks pissed as he throws away something charred to death. So I pivot from my initial thought and say, “You good?”
“No,” he grumbles before tossing the pan into the sink. “I’m scorching shit over here. Blue-balling her, apparently, has the same effect on the person giving it. All I can think about is her pussy.”
A chuckle starts, then stops as he glares at me. Before I can speak, Brooks walks into the kitchen from the opposite end. He runs his hands through his hair before dramatically flopping the whole top half of his body onto the counter, then humping it.
Now I laugh.
“Fuck.” He looks up at Brody and me. “Can we stop this dumbass plan? I wanna be knee-deep in her so bad.”
“Jesus,” I say, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Get it together.”
They’re about to protest and cuss at me when a shared thought simultaneously strikes them.
“Wait a minute,” Brooks says, standing, his eyes locked on me.
“Yeah,” Brody piggybacks. “Why aren’t you with her right now? It’s your turn, then we get to fuck her.”
I cross my arms. There’s no way I tell them I can’t find her. They’ll lose their minds.
“I’m doing exactly what I planned. Don’t worry about me. Go suck each other off.”
“Not enough recovery time,” Brody growls, still looking at me suspiciously.
But Brooks chuckles. “Plus, he joined the premature ejaculator club today.”
Brody levels a glare at him.
