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Avalyne
Isit on the couch, and Oliver seems to notice the grimace on my face because he gives me a charming smile and slides his hand around my waist. “You good, baby?”
Baby?!My face wears my shock and confusion just as Damien’s does. I promised myself I would leave all pettiness at home tonight. But things changed the moment Damien has brought Penelope.
“I’m better with you behind me,” I flirtatiously snuggle into his lap, giving Damien a show.Maybe next time.
I now have a bright idea to reach the next level of petty. Because snuggling isn’t enough, I lean my head back to rest on Oliver’s shoulder, bringing my lips to his. I feel his lips forming in a smirk as they meet mine. He slides his hand around the front of my neck, tilting his enough to deepen the kiss.
Oliver slowly pulls away, and I meet his smiling eyes. “That was a good one, Ava.”
“Are we done here? It’s rude to make your guests watch you make out,” Damien snarls.
I stare at him with challenging eyes. “In all fairness, I thought it would be Oliver and me tonight.” I wipe along the bottom of my lip to clear any smeared gloss.
Even though Damien is damn good at hiding his emotions and gives me nothing but a stone-cold gaze, I know he’s pissed.
“Let’s get this movie started, Ollie!” Penny shouts joyfully.
Ugh. I don’t like when she calls him Ollie. Hell, I like nothing about this chick. Who am I kidding? I’m as envious as hell.
Damien and Penny take a couch just opposite ours as Oliver starts streaming the
movie from his phone. I nest between Oliver’s legs with him behind me, and because it is a little chilly, I put a blanket over us.
To any outsider, it seems like we are just two couples hanging out together, but even though Damien has Penny distracting him with her flirty attempts, I feel his eyes piercing me from the side. I attempt to sneak a peripheral glance at him but fail miserably.Yep. He is basically boring a hole into the side of my head right now.
Forget it, I think as I turn my head to face him, trying to telepathically ask him, ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ until I feel Oliver’s hand slip down to my hip. What is he doing? We aren’t alone. I watch as Damien’s eyes shoot down to the blanket at my hip and back up at my eyes. He narrows them and gives me a devilish grin.
Still not deviating my gaze, Oliver rubs the tips of his fingers under the hem of my silk panties. Damien moistens his lower lip, and my lips react by parting involuntarily. Did he just wink at me?We are going to hell.
I feel Oliver shift from behind me, allowing his hand to dip lower. His hand glides gently over the silk, making circles with his thumb where my thigh meets my hip.
“I love this part!” Penelope taps Damien’s leg repeatedly.
I mean, read the room, Penny.
Being the ‘charmer’ he is, Oliver replies, “You’re right. It’s a good one.” His hand glides gently over the sheer barrier as he is talking, making circles with his thumb over my clit.
A breath escapes me, still staring at Damien. He looks at me, nods, and takes a sip from his beer bottle. He is enjoying this little show. And in a twisted way, I enjoy giving it to him. He’s laid out across the room with a shit-eating grin. His gaze is focused on me and watching his cousin getting me off under a blanket. This is like a game to him. He wants a game? I’ll give him a - “Mmmm…,” I feel my eyes close as a moan escapes my lips as Oliver’s fingers slip through my slippery folds.
When my eyes open, I find that Damien has adjusted himself, so his entire body is facing me. One arm is hanging off the armrest, legs bent and spread, while the other is propping his beer up on his leg.
“You’re so hot, Ava,” Oliver whispers against my ear. But it is muffled. All of it. Except for Damien’s face.
Oliver’s fingers moving up and down have my brain turning to mush. As much as I want to close my eyes and imagine it’s Damien’s hands making me feel good, I know that if I close them, I won’t see his reaction. And his reaction,oh, his reaction… it’s fueling my fire. The slow strumming across my swollen center has my hips moving and my breathing erratic.
Damien.
Why do I want him so much?
Why do I crave him to touch me so badly?
Why are his lips on mine my only desire?
Oliver’s fingers pick up speed, and I struggle to keep my eyes open and on Damien. I feel my mouth parting as I try to contain any sound, silencing my orgasm.
Coming down from my euphoric state, the room starts piecing itself together again. Penelope has curled herself under a blanket by herself. Oliver has a cocky smirk on his face, and Damien… he watches my every move like a hawk watching its prey.
