Page 5 of Making Her Theirs


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“I know you’re close to coming,” he says in a dark and gravelly voice. “The look on your face with your pouty mouth, smoky eyes. The tension in your body. Fuck. I can smell you through your jeans. I’m fucking starving for you.”

I sag against him.

“I’d give you what your sweet ass wants if we didn’t have so much company.”

He spins me. I’m so tense, achy, needy, desperately needy, so we’re chest to chest. My eyes flutter closed as everything around me fades except Knox.

“Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes open. “I want to watch you when you come.”

His hand slips past the waistband of my jeans, over my waxed pussy. He smirks, but that disappears when he finds me practically dripping. His eyes go dark and bore into me when without warning he strokes once against my clit, making me jerk. With one perfect pinch, I come, hard. My body spasms like I’ve been flicked with a million-vault wire. I moan and whimper into his chest, using his T-shirt as a gag, so I don’t scream.

He growls in my ear. “Going to fuck you good, Georgia Henry.” One finger inside me, then two. Thank God his arm is a hard band around my waist holding me up. He runs his fingers through my pussy to my ass. Back and forth until I’m rabid with need. I am going to die all over again. My muscles tense as his finger presses against my ass.

Yes!

I try to spread my legs to give him access, to drive him deeper. I’m wet, wetter than I’ve ever been in a room full of strangers. I don’t care. All I can do is feel.

Knox growls, breaking my trance.

He keeps right on finger-fucking my pussy as he somehow maneuvers me right out of the pub until we end up outside in a dark alleyway. The music and voices are a low buzz. All I can feel is him. I want more. Way more.

Someone walks past and For the first time I realize what I’m doing and stiffen. I should care what people think. What if someone from my new workplace saw me?

“I don’t care if anyone sees.” His fingers probe deeper. “You didn’t care when I nearly took your gorgeous ass on the dance floor.”

I swallow, barely.

“Would you have let me?” he whispers, his voice a velvet scrape across my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, spinning in his arms to kiss him, but he smirks and turns me, so my chest is against the wall.

Before I know it, my ass is bare, my jeans and panties shoved down my hips. The heat from his body soaks into mine. I am a ball of pulsing nerve endings. The heat radiating off both of us could burn this place to ashes.

“Touch your breasts,” he growls in my ear.

I whimper and palm my desperate nipples and arch my ass up.

“I know what you want, baby.” He drags his wet, dripping fingers to my ass, and slips a finger inside.

“Yes,” I whimper against the wall, as another finger slips inside my tight, puckered hole.

“I want my cock buried here.”

I arch back. “I’ll give you anything, but please don’t stop.”

A shudder passes through me. My muscles bunch tighter, his raging labored breathing in time with mine. I am one second away from giving in and shattering into a million pieces. Through my sexual stupor, something has me looking left. I turn my head and see a shadow watching us. Laser blue eyes burn into mine. My body tenses.

Holy fuck.

The sexy bartender is leaning against the wall licking his lips.

Knox murmurs, his hand on my back. “You remember my brother Finn?”

Brothers.

I try to shake the fantasy that plants itself in my brain.

Finn smooths a hand across my quivering stomach. “May I?

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