Page 69 of Split You Open

“Damn right I can,” he promises.

A dark smile pulls at his mouth.

I don’t like the sight of it at all.

“Wait, never mind. I changed my mind. You can be just as greedy when it comes to⁠—”

“Too late, you’re mine,” he says as he begins to pry my legs apart.

Hands grab my wrists and they yank me from beneath Rhett. I yelp in surprise and suddenly I find myself wrapped up in Wes’s arms.

“If I capture her, she’s mine, right? Is that how we’re playing?” he asks before his lips skim across my neck.

I shiver in response.

Rhett glares at Wes. “Hand her over and no one gets hurt.”

Wes laughs, the sound rusty from sleep.

“Good luck with getting her back.” Wes’s teeth bite gently at my earlobe. “You’re mine, baby girl.”

Rhett lunges without warning. A squeal of delight is pulled out of me as I’m yanked backwards and thrown stomach first onto the mattress. Wes uses his body as a shield above me to keep Rhett from claiming me. I laugh as snarls, swearing, and playful death threats erupt from the two of them.

Somehow, I manage to crawl from beneath them. I pull off the sweatshirt, the bulky material getting in my way as I try to free myself from the madness.

I get maybe a few inches before Santi’s on top of me, his eyes glittering with crazed delight.

“Mine!” he calls.

I launch myself upward at him and tackle him back down to the mattress.

“Mine,” I correct with a grin.

He grins back. I lean down to kiss him, but a thick arm comes around my waist and lifts me up, preventing me from claiming Santi’s lips.

“Baby girl, where are your panties?” Wes asks. “You can’t go waving such a treat around and not have a fight break out.”

He holds my back against his chest, and Rhett crawls over to us.

“We’ve come up with a compromise,” Rhett declares dutifully.

I snort my laughter. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“Best we show you,” Wes says as he turns me around in his lap.

Before I can push the issue further, Wes lifts me easily and settles his hard cock at my entrance.

Oh shit. My pussy clenches with anticipation. This is going to… I let out a wail as Wes pulls me down onto him. As my body stretches to accommodate this girth, I lean forward and kiss Wes. He kisses me back just as fervently.

Behind me, I can hear Santi and Rhett shuffling around. There’s moaning, laughter, and a yelp of surprise.

As I sit completely down on him, I break the kiss with a gasp. “God, Wes… you feel so damn good.”

I lift my hips and lower them in a slow, pleasurable grind. Wes kisses my neck, along my collarbone, then on my chin.

“You feel like home,” he murmurs against my skin.

I open my mouth to tell him that I feel the same way, but hands that aren’t his land on my hips and distract me.