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CHAPTERSEVEN
WYATT
Ireadjust Leighton in my lap as my cock grows harder against her perky ass.
Jesus, I can’t remember the last time my body reacted to a member of the opposite sex like this. I’ve fucked so many women, especially in recent years, and I’ve enjoyed every single one. But I haven’t felt a pull like I am right now.
When I brought her into our office and the idea of no longer having her in my arms settled over me, I panicked. Because this woman doesn’t know us, and there’s every possibility in the world that she’s going to leave at the end of the night, and we’re never going to see her again.
The horror on her face when we passed Hannah on the St Andrew’s Cross and the way she buried her face into my chest for the rest of the way tells me she isn’t cut out for this life, and can Elias and I live without it? We’ve been in the scene for so long it’s become part of us, and I have a feeling my best friend wouldn’t be willing to give it up for anything.
“I’m sorry, I must be hurting you.” Leighton pushes against my chest, trying to slide from my lap and onto the cool leather.
I wrap my arms tighter around her middle, not willing to put even an inch of space between us. “Stay where you are, angel,” I rumble.
“But I’m obviously hurting you,” she argues.
“Not in the way you think,” I murmur, pressing a kiss into her bare shoulder. As soon as I do it, I know I shouldn’t have, but there’s something so natural about holding Leighton. Having her in my arms is like finding the missing piece of our puzzle, and I’m willing to do just about anything to keep her exactly where she is.
Elias’s eyes flash to mine, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he tugs the ridiculous heel from her foot. When she’s ours, she won’t be risking herself with such high heels. Not unless we’re around to carry her so there’s no chance of her hurting herself.
His fingers brush down her calf, and she stills in my arms. She’s like a deer in headlights. She doesn’t quite know what to do, and more often than not her reaction is to freeze. “You might want to hold on to Wyatt, pretty girl. I need to test your movement, and it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”
Fear crosses her eyes, and the protective side of me I’ve only ever known during my time in service flares to life again. The thought of her being hurt or scared makes the caveman inside me start beating his chest, demanding to be set free.
I move one of my hands from around her waist, making sure I still have a good grip on her with the other and carefully pull her face around to meet mine. We’re so close her breath whispers across my cheek, and the air stills in my lungs. She’s perfect. So fucking perfect it hurts. How am I going to allow my angel to walk out the door when this feels so right?
“Should I distract you, angel?” I ask, my eyes flicking to her lips for the slightest moment, but she notices, and her cheeks burn brighter. Fuck. The pink of her cheeks makes me think of how her ass would look after a hard spanking. Rosy and delicious. The thought has my cock hardening even further.
“What do you—”
Before she can finish her question, I pull her face forward and crash our lips together, unable to take another moment without knowing what she tastes like.
A deep groan tears from my throat the moment her sweetness touches my tongue, and I’m addicted from the very first taste. There isn’t a drug on this earth more intoxicating than my angel.
I don’t give her a chance to go into her head because while I’ve only known her for a short time, I already know she’s a thinker, and the last thing Elias and I need is her overthinking all the things that are going to happen between the three of us.
Because the things we’re going to show her, that we’re going to ask of her, they defy the normal, and they’re a far cry from anything she would have experienced with that pissant, Jason.
Her lips move against mine tentatively, like she’s never been kissed by a man as hungry for her as I am.
My tongue probes her lips, demanding entry, and the moment she relents is like all my dreams coming true. She tastes like strawberries and cream, the sweetness dancing on my taste buds and tearing another groan from my throat.
“Jesus,” Elias mutters, but I can’t pull myself away from my angel to look at my best friend.
Leighton flinches, but she doesn’t break our connection as he tests her ankle. Or at least that’s what I assume he’s doing considering the small movements of her leg. I don’t think it’s broken, but I’m also not willing to make an assumption like that about the health and safety of the woman who has taken my breath away.
It’s not until Elias clears his throat that I finally find the will to pull away, but I hold her against me. Leighton is a flight risk, and the more we push her, the more likely she is to take off, and seeing as I’ve just tasted every inch of her sweet mouth, I’d say the pushing has started.
Her cheeks are deep pink when our eyes lock, and I can’t quite tell if she’s blushing because she’s nervous and uncomfortable, or if our kiss has her little pussy hot and ready for us.
“I told you to distract her,” Elias grumbles.
“That’s what I did, isn’t it, angel?” I smirk.
She opens her mouth to respond but immediately snaps it closed as her blush grows deeper, spreading down her neck and chest.
I don’t allow my eyes to linger on her barely-contained cleavage because I’m already hard enough my cock is about to tear straight through my costume. I don’t need to make a fool out of myself by also coming without her so much as touching me.
