Page 22 of Twisted Fate

“Where do you think you’re fucking going? Come here.”

I paused, giving him a small smile.

“It’s fine guys, I can…”

“Come. Here,” he bit out, waiting for me to approach before yanking me against them and giving me a serious look. “I don’t want you to leave us alone. I want you here to enjoy it too.”

Well then.

I glanced at Lukas who looked confused but keen at the same time.

I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by being there.

His fingers trailed up my arm, his voice soft as he spoke in a strained tone.

“Stay. Please.”

“As long as you’re sure,” I answered, gasping as Jensen kissed me suddenly without warning.

I relaxed as Lukas’s hand ran along my back, letting me know he was okay with it.

Jensen moved me between them, and Lukas didn’t hesitate to shove a hand down the front of my pants to rub me, drawing a moan from me.

I arched against his hand, hearing Jensen growl before he grabbed the back of Lukas’s neck and pulled him forwards, kissing him over my shoulder as if his life depended on it.

I nearly fucking came right there and then.

It was one of my fantasies coming true.

Fuck.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do you guys ever leave each other alone?” Skeeter chuckled from the doorway, causing Lukas to tense up, but I put an arm around him to keep him there as I spoke to Skeeter.

“Not like you didn’t have your hand in my panties a few hours ago, Skeet.”

“I was talking to the other two,” he smirked, Lukas clenching his fists before shoving away from us and storming past Skeeter, leaving the room without a word.

Jensen narrowed his eyes with annoyance, and I was proud of him for wanting to protect Lukas, no matter who saw.

“Don’t fucking joke around with him about it. He’s sensitive about that shit.”

“How about you, Gilbert? Are you feeling sensitive about it?” Skeeter taunted, but Jensen flipped him the bird and ran off after Lukas, leaving me to glare at Skeeter as I fixed my pants.

I didn’t even get to fucking come, so I wasn’t happy.

Skeeter gave me an amused glance through hooded eyes.

“You mad at me now? I’m just playing with them, baby girl,” he grinned, his eyes narrowing as I walked towards him and thumped his chest with my fist.

Fuck, I was getting violent.

“Good going, asshole. You’ve upset him after we just calmed him down! I could fucking kill you!”

“Watch it, Donovan,” he warned in a low voice that was meant to put me in line.

When did that ever work?

“Oh, you don’t like it?” I snapped, shoving him and intending on storming off, but he grabbed my throat hard, shoving me into the wall and making me wince.