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I kiss at one of the tiny freckles lining the underside of her heavy breasts. It feels like I’m following a treasure map to the chest of gold at the end.
I graze her nipple with my teeth as my other hand travels down her toned stomach and to her thigh. The short skirt she’s wearing leaves very little to the imagination, and I waste no time shoving my hand beneath the fabric to rub at her slit. Only a thin barrier of lace exists between my searching fingers and her pussy.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.” I release her nipple with an audible plop and then rest my chin on her breasts to study her. With her cheeks flushed from anticipation and her hair disheveled, she’s never looked more beautiful.
Or more mine.
Fucking hell.
I gulp in a ragged breath as I rub at her clit through her panties. She’s moaning, crying out, begging me for more?—
The door to my room is thrown open.
With a curse, I throw my body on top of Ellie’s, trying to cover her the best I can. I actually hiss at the damn intruder, already planning ways to murder him. Painfully. Slowly. Permanently.
Landon stands in the doorway of my suite, his mouth agape and his eyes comically wide. If this were a damn cartoon, his eyeballs would have grown ten feet in length and popped right out of his head.
“What the fuck, Landon?” I growl, still attempting to cover Ellie the best I can.
He doesn’t speak, seemingly at a loss for words.
Is he jealous, perhaps? Hurt?
But I don’t see jealousy or hurt in his molten silver gaze.
As he stares at the two of us with unfettered lust in his eyes, his irises darken to a color that’s almost black. He swallows heavily, and his eyes drift to Ellie’s slightly parted legs.
I know he can see her wetness soaking through her panties.
I wait for the stab of jealousy and possessiveness that always bombards me whenever I think of someone besides me touching my girl.
But it doesn’t come.
A sick, demented piece of me wants him to look. To look…and know exactly who made Ellie this damn wet and needy.
Goddamn. I’m a twisted motherfucker.
“Oh my god,” Ellie laments in embarrassment, shoving her face into my shoulder. Her body shakes slightly, and at first, I think she’s crying. I turn to stare down at her in alarm, only to see that my crazy girl is laughing. Her body reverberates with the force of it.
“What’s so funny, baby girl?” I murmur, attempting to ignore Landon for the time being. My strange reaction to his unexpected appearance is something that I’ll need to dissect at a later time.
Much, much later. Preferably when I’m not hard as fuck with a half-naked Ellie below me.
It takes her a while to speak through her peels of musical laughter. “Can you imagine what would’ve happened if my uncle had barged in?”
“I imagine that probably would’ve killed the mood,” Landon responds dryly from behind me. His tone is still rough with want and desire.
Want for my girl.
Desire for my girl.
I tense nearly imperceptibly, and Ellie immediately rubs at my shoulders, attempting to loosen my stiff shoulders.
“Are you okay?” she whispers, her words meant for my ears alone.
“Of course not,” I scoff. “I’m not inside of you.”
Her cheeks pinken deliciously.
