Page 83 of Craving Consequences
“Shhh,” he whispers into my ear. “Chew your food, Everly.”
My jaw closes on whatever’s in my mouth and he pumps. He rolls his wrist. When I stop. He stops. The incentive is enough to get me to finish every bite while they watch me and chat about useless things I can’t be bothered to remember.
When the food is gone and I’m shivering against Lachlan’s chest, he finally withdraws his fingers. They come out with a wet, slippery sound that would have been mortifying if his little,“Fuck, sweetheart,”didn’t unleash a madness in me.
Van stretches with a groan and shoves the containers away from him. “My turn.”
Lachlan lets me go, too busy licking me off his fingers as I crawl with trembling limbs across the blanket.
Van barely waits until I’m close when big, greedy hands clamp on my arms and I’m forced down onto my back with him rising up over me.
“You look so good getting fingered. Getting wetter with every stroke.” His head drops to my neck. His lips suction and move along the hammering vein. “I’m going to sink every inch of my cock inside you.” His hands drag the collar of my dress down, bare my breasts. “I didn’t bring a condom so you’re taking every drop of my cum.” His mouth closes on a nipple. The other is captured under his hand, pinched between his fingers. “When I’m done, you’re getting on your knees so Lach can take his turn from behind while you clean your mess off my cock with your tongue.”
If I wasn’t already a writhing, desperate mess, I would have succumbed to the sweet agony. As it were, I’m lost in the filthy promises being burned into my skin. I’m clutching his beautiful hair and spreading my thighs. Giving him everything if he’ll just end my suffering.
He shimmies down my torso. Hands bunch up my skirt, shoving the fabric up around my waist, baring me to him.
“So pretty,” he groans, lowering his lips to my hip bone. “Open. I need to taste her again.”
I start to spread my knees when a thought occurs to me. A crazy, wild, dangerous thought, but it has me biting my lip to stifle the giggle building in my chest.
“Van?” I whisper, fighting the wave of pleasure rushing over me with the first open-mouth kiss.
“Yes, baby?”
Oh my God, I’m going to get myself in so much trouble, but I’m committed now.
“Is it safe for you guys to do this?”
Van’s head lifts. Over his shoulder, I have Lachlan’s attention, too. His furrowed brows and cocked head. Listening.
“What?” Van asks.
I brace myself because once I say it, I will only have a second before they get the implication.
“I mean, at your age. Will you be able to keep up?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
EVERLY
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I bolt.
I leap off the blanket and run. Run like I have never run in my life. My feet pound against the mossy forest floor as I put an ocean of grass between me and the two men plotting my death.
I don’t slow. I don’t even look back until I hear nothing, but the drum of my heart, but when I do, they are no more than dots in the distance. Tiny, still figures standing, side by side, watching me.
Lachlan has his arms folded, head cocked. Van is rubbing his hands together. But neither is moving.
Then it hits me ... they’re giving me a head start. They are intentionally letting me get away.
Frantic, excited, thrumming with an adrenaline that burns through me, I spin and run faster. I beat the ground, ignore the scorching fire in my lungs. The cramp in my legs — I am grossly out of shape. I race to the tree line because I know exactly what will happen when they catch me and I want it.
Dear God, I want it so badly I’m dizzy with it.
I’m sore and tender, and so wet it’s running down my legs, but I am not going to make this easy on them. They’ve been torturing me all day. Let’s see how they like it.
