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Once I caught my breath I chuckled. “Well, that wasn’t what I’d been expecting, but I’m game for a round two.”
“Just maybe some place a little more comfortable,” Aaron added as he slid off Brice’s thigh and onto Becca’s chair.
“And maybe not outside while there is a party going on. I kept worrying that someone was going to come and interrupt us.” I glanced up at the house at Brice’s words. Shit. I’d completely forgotten.
“Oh my gosh,” Becca cried out as she covered her darkly reddened cheeks. Some of the colour came for her post-orgasm flush, but the rest came from embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, love. You were the only one that no one would have seen.” Brice kissed the top of her head as he pulled her bra cup and the top of her dress back up, covering her.
“Shit,” I said as I pulled my wet shirt away from my chest. “I really hope that I have some old clothes here because I don’t think I can walk through all those people looking like this.”
Soft giggles met my ears and warmed my heart. “No, I don’t think you can.” She ran her gaze over Aaron before shifting on Brice’s lap so she could check him out. “Actually, I don’t think any of you are fit to be seen.”
I followed her gaze and laughed. Yup. Big wet stains covered all of us, including her.
I reached out and traced a wet line under her breast. “You, too, sweetheart. Next time, I think we need to remove our clothes.”
“There will be a next time. And a next time. And a next time,” Brice told her, correctly interpreting the stiffness in her posture.
“This is just the beginning.”
“For all of us,” I added to Arron’s statement as I met his and then Brice’s gaze. I didn’t know or understand exactly what happened just now between us, but it was something we could talk about later. And talk we would because that was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I wanted to do it again.
I held out my hand to Becca, helping her from Brice’s lap. “Let’s head inside and get cleaned up. We can check and see if I have anything stashed away in my old room.”
“Sounds good.” Brice stood up behind her and took her other hand. “Since we’ve got her, I guess that means Aaron’s got food clean up.”
“Asshole,” Aaron said with a voice filled with affection as we all laughed.
This was what I’d been waiting for, and I couldn’t wait to have it for forever.
***
Becca
Since nothing in T.J.’s closet would fit me—even in high school he was far bigger than I was—I made do with using a damp face cloth to dab at the few spots that splattered on me. After that, the hair dryer helped to speed the process although you could still see the outline of the spots. With any hope, when I left the bathroom and joined in with the party outside, people would assume that I was a messy eater and not realize what they really were. That was if they weren’t already looking at my chest with raised eyebrows and clutching their pearls.
Thank goodness for mirrors.
On our walk into the house and up to T.J.’s room and the bathroom, I’d noticed that the guys keep giving me these little satisfied looks. At first I thought it was related to what we’d just done because let’s face it, it was the most exciting and steamy thing I’d ever done. And watching the guys touch each other…I needed to fan myself just thinking about it.
But then I noticed that their looks were all centred on my neck and chest…it roused my suspicions. Then when they suggested that I really didn’t need to use the bathroom, that they’d help to clean my dress for me, I knew something was up.
One glance in the mirror and I’d groaned. How was I ever going to cover and hide all the lovely red hickeys and bite marks that covered my neck and chest? I pulled my hair out of the braid and finger combed it, pulling some of the long tresses over my shoulders. The ones on the side of my neck were covered, but the ones on my chest…they played peek-a-boo with my hair.
I groaned. “This will never work.”
“What’s that, love?” Brice leaned against the door, looking delectable in the painted-on t-shirt that used to be extra big on T.J.
I pointed to my chest. “This. Everyone is going to know.”
“And is that an issue?” He raised a single eyebrow and attempted to cross his arms, but the sound of stretching fabric had him stopping. I smothered a laugh. My poor, big boy was uncomfortable, but it was the largest non-high school jersey shirt that T.J. had tucked away.
“Is it?”
When I raised my eyebrows, having completely forgotten what he asked, he stalked towards me, spinning me around so that my back was pressed against the counter.
“Is having people see our marks on you an issue?” He caged me in, laying his hands on the counter on either side of my hips.
