Page 99 of Unleashed By Eden

Carter does.

He presses a slow kiss to the slope of my shoulder, teeth scraping against my skin. His hand finds my waist, fingers tugging lightly at the waistband of my jean shorts.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

His eyes light up. “Free use, Storm.”

He hooks his fingers into my waistband again, eyes on mine, giving me space to say no.

I don’t.

I lift my arms above my head in silent answer.

He strips my tank top off in one smooth move, unclasping my bra with fingers that know exactly what they’re doing. The air against my bare skin makes goosebumps race over me, and his palms close over my breasts, thumbs brushing across my nipples in a slow stroke that has my knees buckling.

I’m standing in front of three women I trust, shorts and panties riding mid-thigh, socks and sneakers still on. I should feel exposed but I don’t.

I glance at them.

Hailee’s grinning, absolutely here for the show. Chloe’s smirk is a little hungry. Cora’s cheeks are pink, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she crunches on another chip.

Heat boils low in my abdomen.

“Bend over for me.” Carter sets a warm palm on my naked spine and pushes me forward.

I plant my hands on the table, fingers curling around the edge. My hair falls around my face. I hear the faint drag of denim and belt as he moves. Then he steps in close, T-shirt-covered chest against my back, the press of his mouth at the nape of my neck.

“You good?” he asks quietly, low enough that it’s just for me.

I nod, breathless. “Yeah.”

The cold brush of metal slides through my slit before the head pushes in. The stretch bites—always does—but after days without him, it’s a hot, perfect burn that tells me he’s finally home.

He drives the rest of the way in, and my eyes slam shut at how obscenely full I am. Absolutely not the moment to be thinking about this, but my brain flashes to how huge he must have gotten with that cock pump. Utter fucking insanity.

His hips snap against my ass, and I lose all ability to think. Every single thought is erased from my mind. I hold on tight, acutely aware of the girls only inches away from my swinging tits, all three of them getting the full show. A quick glance sideways catches the guys, too, eyes locked on us, entertained and by the looks of it, turned on as well.

“Oh God, Carter,” I whimper.

“That’s it, Storm. Show everyone here who owns this pussy.”

He tweaks his angle, and the piercings along his cock rake over that spot inside me. My whole body jolts, everything clamping down around him.

“There we go,” he pants, driving into me again and again as I unravel in front of him—and everyone else—coming hard, shuddering with him buried deep.

He cracks his palm against my ass, and my vision sparks. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head up as his rhythm stutters. “Fuck . . .” he grinds out, pushing deep and unloading in me, in three, no, four pumps. He must’ve had quite a build-up sitting in his balls, because it gushes out of me while he works in a few slow after-thrusts.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, spent on my back, loosening his grip on my hair. I fold forward over my arms on the table, limbs heavy, forehead pressed to my crossed wrists. Hailee’s hand finds my damp hair and gently smooths it off my face.

He eases out of me and taps the back of my thigh. “Take these off. I want you naked for the rest of the trip. I’m not done with you yet.”

I straighten slowly and shimmy my shorts and underwear down, kicking them free along with my sneakers and socks. I’m dripping down my thighs, a complete mess.

He turns me to face him and hoists me up. His T-shirt’s gone, jeans hanging open at his hips. I lock my legs around his waist and drag myself along his stomach, leaving a warm, messy trail on his skin—my own private brand.

He drops onto the nearest recliner with me in his lap and kisses me hard, tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my toes curl all over again.

Somewhere behind us, James’s voice cuts through. “Girls. Get over here.”