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“What would you like to eat? We have rissoles, marinated chicken kebabs, or sausages.”
Opening the can of Gin, I grin wickedly at Garrett.
“I’m quite fond of sausage. Are they thick sausages or long and thin?”
“Stop it.” He smirks.
“Mmmm, or are they longandthick? I do like a thick girthy sausage.”
A low growl sounds from Garrett’s chest as he glares at me with heat behind his eyes.
“Behave.”
“When I eat a thick girthy sausage, I like to see how much I can fit in my mouth before I gag.”
“You aren’t playing fair, George. I thought you appreciated the boundaries I put up.” Garrett’s voice is deep and husky, and it makes Kitty purr. She’s very awake. Very needy and very ready for some action. Too bad for her. I’m all talk and no action at the moment. After finding out that things are still painful down below, I’m not too keen on revisiting that agony. Still, I can’t stop my mouth from playing dirty.
“What I appreciate, Big Guy, is a good deep throating.”
Garrett growls, and Shaun leans over from his chair, speaking close to my ear.
“Kitten, I have a raging boner now. If you want a good deep throating, I can help you out.”
Turning to Shaun, I grin and lick my lips before I guzzle down some Gin.
“Back off, Bossi. She was referring to my sausage, not yours,” Garrett growls, and Shaun raises his brows.
“Dude, you don’t have a fucking sausage. You have a fucking meatloaf.”
With all my control lost, I spit my drink out, spraying Shaun and Garrett with Pink Gin as a laugh rips from me uncontrollably.
Garrett leaps up, and Shaun nearly falls off his chair as they try to escape the sweet drink, but they aren’t quick enough.
“Jesus, woman! Now my white shirt is pink.” Shaun whines, stretching out his t-shirt to examine it while Garrett chuckles.
“You’re pansy enough to wear pink, Bossi.” Garrett teases right as Simon bounds up to us.
“Here, Cherry, I have some food for you.” He nudges Garrett out of the way and falls to his knees in front of me, holding up a large plate with basically everything on it.
“Hastings, I’m notthathungry,” I complain, and he rolls his eyes.
“It’s for me too. Duh.” Simon grins, placing the plate on the log next to my chair and proceeds to feed me. “Here, taste the chicken. It’s delicious.”
I have no choice but to open my mouth and take a bite of the chicken when Simon presses it to my lips. He’s right. It is delicious. But even more tempting than the food in my mouth is the way Simon watches me as he feeds me. His eyes are wild with arousal. His lips part as I open my mouth, and he licks his lips as I take a bite. He watches my mouth like it’s a delectable dessert that he’s desperate to taste, and fuck it’s a turn on. Kitty is raring to go, but my brain is telling me to stop.
I fucking love sex. I fucking need it like I need to breathe, so why am I letting a little pain control me?
As Simon slowly slips another tender piece of chicken between my lips, I focus on his face and let myself relax a little more.
Enjoy this, Rhys. Just go with it.
This time, when Simon feeds me more chicken, he slips his finger into my mouth. Like a bolt of lightning, Kitty pulses with so much arousal that I have to fight the urge to slip my fingers between my legs. Unfortunately, I’m helpless to stop my moan.
“Fucking hell. How come feeding her is so hot?” Shaun rasps next to me, and I hear the agreeable grunts of Marcus and Garrett.
“It’s called food play, boys. Watch and learn.” Simon’s proud grin would be adorable if I wasn’t filled with so much aching need.
“Uh-yeah, I’m out.” Jared’s voice comes from behind me.
