“It fits better, yes. Now, do you want my answer?”Is she flirting with him? I stared at her, somewhat dumbfounded.
“I do,” he responded, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “But I should probably warn you, none of us on this side of the table pack a baby blade,” he added, and her eyes widened. “And a skilled fighter knows that patience and timing play a huge role in planning. You’ve got to lay the ground rules first, dance a little, and then strike.”
Without breaking eye contact, he casually dragged a piece of his roll through the gravy on his plate and popped it into his mouth. And now he was flirting with her in return. Excellent. I drained my glass and glared at him. He and Nik were now both on my shit list.
She bristled before answering. “Good to know. I’ll go with a seated straddle, then, so I can control the pace and how deep it goes. That or the close-up; the extra padding from your thighs and my ass will create the perfect barrier to prevent a deeper cut, so to speak.”
“Mythighs andyourass, huh?” He winked. She groaned at his repeat of her words.
I was officially going to strangle them both.
“Not you directly. I mean, in general, his thighs, my ass. Oh lord—top, my answer is a modified top.”
I continued to stare, confused by her. The mix of sweet innocence with a hint of the vixen waiting to be unleashed was heady. I had to wonder how many men had tapped into that before.
“Fix your face, Brother, you look like you’re thinking about killing again,” Nik whispered, leaning over to me.
I shook myself. Damn this girl and her hold on me. It had to be because I hadn’t fucked her yet. The thought of it set me on edge. I was torn, loving the way it felt. The tension between us, the chase, had brought me back to life in several ways. The flip side was the fear that once I had her under me, the numbness would creep back in.
Jenna got my attention by picking her card, signaling the women’s turn. “Tits or ass?”
“Ass, all the way. Let me spank it or fuck it. Either option will do. Just give it to me,” Nik said confidently.
“Fuck, I can’t decide—both,” Ivan said with a grin.
“Right this moment, tits. The things I’d do to them,” I answered, adjusting my cock and looking at Kinsley’s breasts.
The rapid rise and fall of her breathing only emphasized them. I wanted to tell her I’d love to hold her down on my bed. That I’d give anything to shove a vibrator deep inside her pretty little pussy while I pushed her tits together and fucked them. Only to come all over her, further marking her and making her mine.
With potent desire heating my veins, I needed another drink, and I watched in awe as Kinsley gracefully rose from her chair, sensing my need. “Let me get you a refill,” she breathed, taking my glass.
Could she get any more perfect? Something about her attentiveness to something so simple made me feel seen and cared for. It was so minute, the gesture similar to her earlier desire to ease my headache, and it had me smiling.
With purposeful steps, she made her way toward the liquor cabinet, and my eyes followed her every move. My gaze trailed over her backside and down to her ass. If she were mine, she’d walk around naked every day. Of course, then I’d be tempted to spend all my time buried deep inside her pussy, my balls slapping that ass while I fucked her over and over again.
My cock was in full agreement—it would be time well spent. Groaning as my thoughts took root, I noticed Ivan’s and Nikolai’s eyes were on her lovely ass as well. My jaw clenched in response.
She sauntered back, and I accepted the glass. The innocent look in her eyes made me want to laugh. She’d run from the room if she could read minds. As soon as Kinsley was settled back in her seat, Sarah pulled a card from the pile.
Her question had my eyes twitching. “Have you ever slept with more than one person on the same night, and not as a threesome?”
There was a resounding “yes” from our side of the table.
Kinsley’s eyes grew wide as she looked at each of us. She shook her head and looked at both Sarah and Jenna to see their reactions. Sarah looked at Ivan with a slight frown, and Jenna smirked at Kinsley.
I noticed her hand shaking when she drew her card. “What is your favorite thing to hear from your partner while having sex?” God, her voice was doing things to me.
Nik laughed, Ivan shook his head, and I contemplated how I wanted to word my answer.
“I’ll go first,” Ivan finally said. “It’s all about the way she says she can’t come anymore. All the while whimpering as her body does exactly what I want it to. And she comes again, and again, and again.”
Kinsley’s mouth formed a perfectO, and I swear if she had pearls, she’d be clutching them. Nik cleared his throat, and she turned her head toward him and swallowed hard.
“The choking, gagging, and gasping sounds as I fuck her mouth hard. I love to watch the tears stream down her cheeks. It’s even better if her mascara runs, and when I call her my dirty little slut, she moans around my cock.”
Kinsley grabbed the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and poured herself a glass. She looked over the rim at me.
“The little sounds you’ll make, kitten, as I lay you face down with a pillow under you. The gasp as I slowly enter you in a flatiron position, creating that snug fit and deep penetration. Then it’ll be the little mewling noises that pour out of you. The sweet sound you’ll make when you realize my cock is seated so deep inside you that you can taste me.”
