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“Van!” Her breath stutters with the first sweep of his tongue. Something between a sob and a moan spills from her lips and I taste it.
I devour it.
Her.
I consume every helpless little sound until I’m filled with her pleasure.
I send a hand down the quivering plains of her belly to slip between my friend’s lapping tongue and her wet folds. I spread them. Hold them open. Give her as an offering to the man sinking two fingers into her tight channel.
Her shaky little whine sings through me and I nip on her bottom lip.
“I want you on top riding me the way you like,” I tell her.
“Yes. Please.” she gasps, digging her heels into the mattress and grinding into Van’s face. “There!”
Van angles his fingers inside her and her entire body bucks off the mattress with a sob that is echoed by a secondary cry of alarm.
All three of our heads jerk up to find Lauren in the doorway, a horrified Teddy right at her shoulder.
Van is quicker to react when he pushes to his knees and jerks Everly’s top down around her thighs.
“Lauren?” Everly scrambles the best she can to detangle herself from us.
“Oh my God!” Lauren spins away, hands slapping over her face. Even without her eyes, she shoves at Teddy, urging him back. “It’s called a door!”
We hear their shuffling down the hall.
“You brought Lauren?” Everly hisses, struggling to crawl to the side of the bed.
“We didn’t exactly bring her,” Van protests. “She was worried about you.”
“And Teddy?”
Van purses his lips. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
Everly glances between us, gives a shake of her head and hurrying from the room.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
EVERLY
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Mortified doesn’t even come close to the overwhelming surge of heat washing up my neck to burn behind my eyes. It’s an overwhelming explosion of dread and panic that builds in my gut as I thunder down the stairs after my best friend.
I find her and Teddy in the kitchen. He’s standing off to one side, face red to the tips of his ears while Lauren paces like a caged creature.
“Lauren,” I begin, only to have her whirl to face me, blue eyes shut tight.
“I am never unseeing that,” she exclaims. “It is burned into my retinas.”
I grimace and shoot Teddy a fleeting glance, but he’s found a spot on the ceiling and refuses to meet my gaze.
“I am so sorry,” I try. “I had no idea you were here.”
“Where else would I be?” Lauren snaps back. “You just ... waltzed off without a word to anyone. Packed up. Sold your house. For all I knew, Bron got you again.” She stops pacing, but her eyes remain firmly shut even as she spears her hips with herhands. I don’t get the chance to tell her she’s facing five feet too far to the left. “You have some nerve.”
“I have a very good reason,” I insist.
