Page 22 of Refusing the King


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They’d make their excuses about the lives of crime they’d chosen.

Excuses for what they did day in and day out.

And spin all of their bullshit into a nice, cozy blanket to cover up the deceit and lies hiding underneath.

I’d heard it all before.

And I didn’t need a refresher course.

“Yes, we’ll do that. I can see how worried you are. Please, let it go for now. Let’s keep salvaging as much of this vacation as we can. Soon, we’ll be back home. I have a feeling we all need these last few days to decompress.”

I used my fingers to wipe her cheeks.

“I have a feeling we’ve almost won Stefan back over from the dark side. Adding anything else to his plate right now might chase him away for good.”

Eve sucked in a choppy breath. “You’re right. What about Carlo? Should we cancel our afternoon rendezvous?”

I pulled up my big girl panties—or black lace thong—and put on my reassuring voice. “I’m ready when you are. We don’t want to keep him waiting.”

7

Giselle

“Fuck,” Carlo hissed from beside us.

Eve’s cherry-flavored tongue slid back into my mouth. We kissed again while she rubbed her pussy against mine.

It was getting mighty wet down there. Let me tell you.

Carlo had started us off with one big make-out session. Hands, tongues, fingers, bodies—everywhere. I doubt there was an inch of skin on my body that hadn’t been kissed, licked, or touched by one of them.

The strong, dull throb between my legs was getting intolerable.

A little while ago, Carlo ordered Eve on top of me. He’d said, “Grind your pussy on her, Eve.”

Eve did not hesitate. She straddled me and smiled. Her hands landed beside my shoulders, and she leaned down to kiss me. “Are you okay?” she whispered quietly.

Those soft, sweet words did a lot to bandage together my heart. Knowing that she was still thinking about me—and wondering how I was feeling—made me happy.

“I’m great, honey,” I whispered right back as she’d started moving on top of me.

Then she pushed up a little. Just enough for me to grab her gorgeous breasts and take one hard bud into my mouth.

“Oh, yes, Giselle. I love your mouth on me,” she moaned in a super sexy way. I bucked my hips up and moved with her pace.

And it felt good.

Touching her huge, soft breasts.

Licking her.

Sucking on her.

Teasing her.

I loved the little noises she let out each time I did something different to her body.

After a while, I tilted my hips up at just the right degree so she hit—just the right spot.

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