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"Suck on her," Cam commands.
I don't have to be asked twice. I lean over and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
She gasps, and her other hand goes to the back of my head, holding me close, her fingers curling into my skull.
I love that breast for several long, delicious moments before moving to the other. When she's writhing, both breasts wet, the nipples obviously aching, I lift my head.
Then I watch as Cam lowers the zipper on her jeans and starts to push the denim and the pink silk of her panties over her hips.
"Take her boots off," he tells me.
I drop to my knees in front of her, not at all surprised to find myself kneeling in front of Luna McNeill. I look up at her with a grin. "Give me a foot, Princess."
She obeys, leaning back into Cam more fully, her arm still around his neck. I slide one boot off. Then she offers me her other foot without me asking. I toss them both toward the door without looking. I’m too focused on hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and shimmying them down. Her trim hips, toned thighs, and her bare, gorgeous pussy come into view.
"Holy shit, I feel like I’m dreaming," I tell her.
"Not dreaming, champ," she says. “I’m definitely wide awake.”
I sweep her jeans and panties off, not even sure where they land when I toss them. I run my hands up the outside of her legs until I'm gripping her hips and my face is level with her pussy. Then I notice her tattoo.
“Oh, yes.”.I lean in and lick over the little cupcake inked on her left hip bone. I look up. “Perfect.”
She smiles down at me. “You like that?”
“So fucking much.” I lick it again. “Sweet as the ones you bake.”
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Cam leans over, looking down her body.
I draw my thumb over the tattoo. “Our girl’s ink.”
When he spots the cupcake, his eyes narrow. He looks smug. “I fucking knew it.”
I see his hands squeeze her tighter and I smile up at him before leaning in to press my mouth against her mound. "I'm going to spend a lot of time right here tonight."
"Promise?" she asks, her voice husky.
“Alexsei loves eating pussy," Cam says gruffly.
I look up at him. His jaw is tight, his voice rougher than usual.
I meet Luna’s gaze. "I’m not just a champ on the ice, pretty girl." I squeeze her hips.
"That's the way to get extra chocolate chips in your pancakes, you know," she tells me.
I lean in and kiss the crease where her thigh and pelvis meet, just below the tattoo. "Sweetheart, I don't think we have enough chocolate chips in this house for you to properly reward me for how fucking good this is going to be."
She gives a breathy laugh. "I don't know how we’re all fitting in here with your egos."
Suddenly I'm almost tipping forward as Cam moves her back, taking her to the foot of the bed. He nudges her down to sitting. "You two talk a lot.” He stands right in front of her, towering over her. He lifts a hand, pressing his thumb against her lips. “It’s no wonder you’re stressed. Your brain never stops.”
“I—” She starts, but it’s muffled and Cam doesn’t let her lips part.
“No,” he says firmly. “You’re going to shut up now.”
Her eyes widen, and her hand comes up to circle his wrist. He doesn’t move his hand, though. He leans in, pinning her with a gaze. “You’re going to be a good girl and take everything we give you. You’re not going to overthink it. You’re not going to ask a bunch of questions. You’re not going to say anything except, ’yes’, ‘harder’, ‘more’, ‘please’, and—” He pauses. “Macaron.”
She frowns. He lets her pull his hand back now. “Macaron?”
