“Me too,” Levi said.“I don’t want to rush things, but . . .”
“I do,” I said simply. I was two seconds from ripping the damn apron and lingerie off and jumping them. “I want both of you. I want this.”
“I do too,” Mateo said, turning his gaze back to Levi.
He nodded. “Yes. A hundred percent yes. I should have brought lube and condoms over . . .”
“I have some,” Mateo said. “Let’s move to the bedroom. I’ll go grab my bag.”
“Are you going to spank me, Sir?” I asked
Mateo knotted his fingers in my hair and gave me a pull. I squeaked, that feeling like gasoline on a flame. “If you behave,” he growled.
“More,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.
I wanted him to pull harder.
“Dammit, Avery,” he mumbled, standing up with a full hard-on in his boxer briefs. “Bedroom. Both of you.Now.”
“Yes, Sir,” we said together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Levi
Avery’s bedroom was almost exactly how I imagined. Wood floors with three different rugs overlapping, each with different patterns and in different shapes and shades of pink. Her bed frame was a sturdy maple with a thousand pillows—okay that was an exaggeration, but there were a lot—and a pink duvet with a throw blanket draped across the end. Plants hung from the ceiling in the corner, and there were two side tables that matched her bed frame. Her room had an artist’s flare that was so whollyAvery.
Was it weird that the thought that came to mind wasdamn, I’ve never made my place feel like this? Like a home. My apartment wasn’t decorated. In fact, it was almost utilitarian. I did have a plant, but it was probably dead now since I’d left so suddenly without handing it off to my neighbor.
Avery picked up the throw blanket and folded it nervously as we waited, her attention on me as I looked around.
“I love your room,” I said. “It’s so bright and colorful and very you.”
There was a board on the wall with a bunch of photos on it. I stepped closer, my chest squeezing.
There were none of her and her dad. She must have taken them down.
Avery followed me, her arm sliding around my waist. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and a bit of citrus, a concoction that my brain would only attribute to her going forward.
“Do you think he’s purposefully taking his time?” she whispered.
“Without a doubt.”
I turned to face her, cupping her cheek and leaning down. She rose up on her tiptoes, her arms winding around my neck as she kissed me. It was gentle at first, but then that need came roaring back—sudden and all-consuming.
Fuck.I lifted her, pulling her legs around my waist. She whined in her throat as I carried her to her bed and sat her down on the edge, my knees hitting the floor as I pushed her thighs apart.
Funny how my body never protested when I was about to have sex. I’d maybe feel the aftermath tomorrow, but it would be worth it.
The sound of wood scraping had us both looking up at the doorway. Mateo came through carrying a dining room chair and his kink bag, his flirty and knowing smile making me wonder just what he had planned.
He placed the chair with enough space around it for movement.
“Levi,” he said. “I want you to strip and sit in the chair.”
My cock was already hard, but the firmness in his tone made me even more. I rose up, pausing to steal another kiss from Avery, and then stripped my boxers off. I took a seat in the chair, swallowing hard as I looked up at him.
“Good.” Mateo carried the bag to the bed and unzipped it slowly. Before Avery could even peek inside, he held up his hand. “I don’t think so. Be a good girl and go suck Levi’s cock while you wait.”
