“The fuck?” I growl internally, just barely holding it in.
She bites down on her lip. “I assumed he meant you had told him everything.”
“I didn’t, I fuckin’ swear on my life, Lennon.”
At my adamant tone, she drops out of the pose she was holding. Her face is beautifully flushed, and despite the topic of our conversation, I’m rock hard.
“No. I know you didn’t. While he and I were hanging out this afternoon—in the cemetery of all places—after the locked-bathroom disaster, he let me know that you hadn’t.”
I tilt my head, considering her words. “Crisis of conscience, I guess. He doesn’t have them often, but when he does, it’s… well, it’s something he feels pretty strongly about.”
“Well, that should cement in your mind that your friendship is solid. He definitely didn’t like that he’d let me believe that about you. It had nothing to do with you. That was about me.”
I nod, scrubbing my hands over my head. “So, he knows, then?”
“Yep.”
“Is it a secret, Lennon?”
She blinks rapidly. “No. It’s not. Not at all. But… I have to tell you, that thing with Mason upstairs. That wasn’t a one and done either. I—” She takes a deep breath and looks me dead in the eye. “I own what I’m doing, and although some may judge me for it, I won’t apologize for going after what I want—with any of you.”
My teeth scrape over my lip as I consider her words and the bold confidence emanating from her. I lunge, taking us both tumbling to the mat, and brace myself over her body. Her eyes go wide, and become even wider when I rear up, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside before coming back down. I pin her hands on the mat, and she sucks in a surprised breath, her chest stuttering beneath me. Last night, I hadn’t kissed her. Well, the back of her neck, maybe, but I want nothing more than to feel those full lips moving against mine. I inhale, realizing that the scent of her shower gel still lingers on her from last night. It mingles with every single cell inside my body, and into my very soul. It makes my heart thud and my dick swell.
She smells delicious, but I bet she tastes even better. I want to slide my tongue over every part of her, know all her secrets. On a groan, I dip my head down, burying my face in the crook of her neck, letting my lips kiss and nip at the spot where her pulse thrums madly for me. I slide my flattened tongue over as much of her skin as I can get to. She lets out a whimper that turns me right the fuck on.
I lift my head, staring into her eyes as I lower my mouth to hers, so achingly slowly, I wonder if our lips will ever touch. But fuck. They do, and my eyes close as I savor the soft feel of them and how she doesn’t hesitate to invite me inside. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, sliding and curling it with hers. We’re an out-of-control wildfire, threatening to burn an entire forest. Unstoppable. Untamable.
She’s just as ravenous as I am, licking my lower lip and sucking it into her mouth. When she lets it pop free, I groan out, “Ah, fuuuck.” She’s totally going to kill me with how uninhibited she is.
A wicked little smile twists her lips as her body strains upward and brushes my chest. “Please.”
I let a low rasp of a chuckle exit my lips as I release her hands so that I can move down her body. Letting my mouth do the walking, I trail over her skin, grazing her collarbone before skipping over her bra top in favor of her stomach. I teasingly lick just at the hem of her shorts, making her belly twitch and dip in anticipation.
I look up at her from under hooded eyes. Desire flows through my veins and crackles along my spine in a way I’ve never felt before. I hook my fingers into the waistband and pause. But then Lennon’s hands are in my hair, and she’s pushing me downward. She knows what she wants. She takes it. And I fucking love it.
Without further ado, I pull the stretchy shorts from Lennon’s body only to find she’s not wearing panties underneath. I groan out a stuttered, “F-fuuuuck,” before peeling them all the way down her long fucking legs and tossing them aside. I stop, my chest clenching. She’s drawn her legs together and bent them at the knee, her feet planted on the mat. Her brow lifts, and the corners of her mouth curve. The tease in her expression is evident, but I don’t see it coming when she slides her feet apart and drops her legs open, giving me the view of a lifetime.
“What do you need, Lennon?”
Her cheeks flush, but she opens her mouth, and the most amazing fucking thing falls out. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to lick me until I come.”
Something inside me snaps, and I dive between her legs, putting my face on level with her pussy. Gripping her by the back of her thighs, I push her as wide open as she’ll go, which is crazy because this girl is flexible. My heart knocks around in my chest, ears buzzing as I get a good look at her. I can’t help myself, I want to draw out the moment, so I turn my head, nipping at her inner thigh before gliding my tongue over her skin in a lazy pattern, coming close to where she wants me, but never quite there.
She shudders with need, her breath coming shallow and fast. “Bear, you’re a fucking tease,” she gasps, her tongue darting out to wet parched lips.
I watch the changes in her expression with every inch closer I get to her pussy. I think she’s going to lose it if I don’t go there, and soon. But that’s half the fun of it—knowing I can make her absolutely lose it.
Lennon.This girl has come into our lives and thrown everything off-kilter. And I don’t even fucking care. I really don’t. I inhale deeply, the scent of her arousal making me moan in need. My brain spins, knowing what it’s like to have my dick buried deep inside her, but now I need to know how she tastes. I simply can’t wait any longer. I attack her sweet pussy with everything I have, licking and sucking at her most sensitive skin, then dipping my tongue inside her. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan, lapping at her like I’m a starving man and she’s the first food I’ve had in weeks.
There’s a soft click from the direction of the doorway, but I don’t fucking care. I couldn’t stop now if we had an audience of a million people, not if the room was burning around us. I wouldn’t stop for anything.
THIRTY
LENNON
My body jerksat the onslaught of Bear’s wicked tongue and lips and—fuck, yes—all that scruff making contact with my pussy. He has a firm hold on my thighs, fingers depressing into the skin. I’m at his mercy, and fuck, he’s relentless with that tongue sliding all over my sex. “Oh, god. Bear. Fuck. Fuuuck,” I cry out, like he’s just ripped the words from my throat. He laps at me, and the pressure from his talented tongue is just perfect. I can’t help myself, I grip his hair and let my hips move like they want to, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth.
I’m already a writhing, gasping mess, and I swear, I’d be levitating if I weren’t clutching at his hair. “Please, please, please.” With my head thrashing against the mat, my hair pulls from the bun I’d sloppily tossed it into.
