“Is that so?” Fletcher asked, amusement thick in his tone.
“The good part?” Linc growled, the bed sinking more as his full weight settled on it.
Biting my newly painted nail, I didn’t bother to answer them as I tapped to turn the page.
It wasn’t until lips brushed my ankle and moved up the inside of my leg that I looked up. “What are you… ooh!”
Linc was lying between my legs, covered by the blanket, and his mouth was making its way up my inner thigh. Gripping my hips, he gently pulled me so that my back no longer rested on the headboard, but was now flat on the mattress.
“I think we can help ease your boredom.” Fletcher lifted the blanket and climbed into the bed, stretching out on my right side while Copeland mirrored him on my left.
“You guys don’t get it. Just give me five more minutes and I’ll put it down!” My eyes darted back to the phone in my hand. “It’s a forced-proximity romance, and things are getting steamy…”
Linc’s thumbs hooked around the band of my booty shorts and slid them down. Without any warning, his tongue traced my slit.
“What are you reading that has you so wet, sugar?” Copeland’s hand curled around mine, turning the phone so he could see the screen. To my absolute horror, he began to read out loud.
“Pick up your fork, Ari. The detective is going to get suspicious. Rez’s voice was liquid honey in my mind, each word an intimate stroke. His fingers flicked across my G-spot, and I saw stars.
I picked up my fork, each movement mechanical as I fought to control my facial expressions and my body’s response to the touch of my mates. Giving Jack a smile, I put another bite of pasta in my mouth, this one much smaller.The last thing I wanted was someone yanking me out of my chair to give me the Heimlich maneuver because I’d choked.
Zon’s finger slid inside me, and my soul tried to leave the chat. I wanted to cry. Maybe beg them to stop, or beg them for more.”
Fletcher’s hand slipped beneath my cami. “I had no idea you were into naughty books, Charlee.” His fingers brushed against my breast, causing my body to flush.
Linc’s lips pressed against my slick entrance, not moving, just letting the heat of his mouth drive me crazy.
Copeland leaned toward me, capturing my lips in a painfully delicious kiss. Pulling away, he tapped the screen and continued reading, although I was struggling to make sense of the words.
“Focus on my voice, Zon ordered.
My body obeyed instantly.
Good girl. I grew wetter at Zon’s praise. His finger danced with Rez’s as they pumped and stroked…”
Copeland stopped reading as my back arched off the bed. Linc had chosen that moment to press his tongue inside me.
“Linc! We can’t! Not here!” I tried to pull my legs together.
He ignored me, prying my legs apart and opening me to him. Fletcher licked and kissed his way up my neck, while his thumb brushed my nipple.
Copeland cleared his throat and began to read again, his voice thick with desire.
“You like that Jack is across the table and could catch on at any minute. Don’t you, baby?
My walls tightened around their fingers.
I felt that. Such a naughty girl,Zon growled in my mind.
What was wrong with me? I’d never taken risks like this before. If Jack caught us, I would be humiliated.
Would you? Or would you like it if I offered him a taste of your cream?Zon asked, voice rough.
My body trembled.
That’s what I thought.I glanced at Zon as he spoke in my mind, but he seemed to be ignoring me. He was relaxed, taking his time with the last of the food on his plate.
Taking a quick peek at Rez, I watched in disbelief as he talked to Jack about a burglary he’d seen on the news that morning. Neither man gave away even a hint that they had their fingers buried inside me. The risk and the naughtiness had lust tearing at my insides. I fought to keep my breathing even, but the effort was making me lightheaded. I needed release.
